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❝But what can I do when it's you I have the sweet tooth for?❞
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As much as Kim Namjoon was smitten with Shin Youngmi, the latter was equally oblivious of the fact. Basically, his ceaseless patience was to blame, which also end...
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"Three consecutive days, huh? Mind enlightening me about the details, senior?" Namjoon quirked his eyebrow, causing Youngmi to roll her eyes and subsequently produce an exasperated sigh.
"It's nothing, Namjoon. When I was at the supermarket the other day, he happened to immediately follow me in a queue for the billing counter. I didn't have change on me, so he volunteered and gave it in my stead. I swear to God, it would've been much better if all this had ended right then and there because oh my, is his mannerism obnoxious?" Youngmi exclaimed, eyes widening incredulously upon realizing the exigency to rectify her comment. "That sounded much rude than how it did in my head so... slightly? Yeah."
Namjoon had almost succeeded at throttling the ineluctable string of chuckles that followed owing to Youngmi's adorable amendment of her former— and to an extent— an impertinent statement, though a few remnants still managed to transcend the rickety boundary of his determination. He instantly slapped his palms across his mouth, obscuring it with the same as his brows arched in stupefaction.
Why did he not just laugh in her face? How was this any better than that?
Youngmi gawked at him fiendishly, probably amazed at the somewhat odious, behavioral convulsion that Namjoon had exhibited a moment ago. She further clicked her tongue in distaste, tearing her gaze away from him just in time, before the looming repulsion had gotten the best of her.
Swivel-eyed, the male cleared his throat while his brain simultaneously whirred to churn out an ice-breaker. However, it was only after a spell of discomforting silence hovering above their heads that triumph came along his way at long last, for he proceeded.
"So you found him obnoxious—"
Music trilled from one of Youngmi's pockets before Namjoon could finish, the sound indicating that somebody was trying to reach her through a phone call. She fetched her phone out without any further ado, ensuring to receive the call before it turned into a bygone occurrence.
"Hello?" She croaked, pursing her lips in contemplation. Though much to her dismay, her couth was not reciprocated by the other side, leaving only an abysmal quietness for her to wade through.
Youngmi cast an intrigued glance at Namjoon, who bobbed his head up in an attempt to implicitly derive answers from the female regarding the unconventional phone call that had been made to her. He had to douse his curiosity with a series of distracted head-sways nonetheless, post which he desultorily shifted his focus back to the street.
So much to expect an actual, solicitous response from a woman who had never been half as interested in conversing with him.
"Must've been a mistake." Youngmi mumbled while sliding her phone back into her coat, shrugging her shoulders in an obvious cluelessness.
Although Namjoon's previous endeavor at conjuring up a subject for the otherwise-inhibited tête-á-tête had long been rendered defunct, in lieu of exhausting his brains for one more time, he set forth the same query yet again, only to be shut down by Youngmi with an offhanded remark.
