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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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"How did you know the wallet was mine? Imagine if it was someone else's... wouldn't it have been better if you just went to the police station then?" Youngmi initiated, having a lick at her ice cream instantly after. "What? What are you staring at?" Her eyebrows hoisting as she expressed her odium.
"Nothing, you just had me in awe there." A ghost of a smile flitted across Ewan's lips, which he was quite expeditious to cast aside before the female took notice of it.
An ambiguous compliment. What could be the one befitting response to it, provided that Youngmi was willing to acquiesce and not just rightaway break into a spasm of baleful remarks like she usually did? Except, this instance too, could not terminate the laudable legacy that Youngmi had managed to preserve all along.
"Some people definitely don't deserve a second chance, and yes, you're the one whom I'm talking abou—"
"Had me in awe because as it is evident, January isn't cold enough for you to refrain from having your teeth face an ice cream-induced slow death." Ewan drew in a sharp breath. "You don't seem like ever moving past the pre-conceived image that you have of me in your mind. I agree that my first impression— Er, more like the second and third one as well— was not so great, but I'm not all how you've perceived me to be, Doc."
Youngmi had not anticipated the oncoming statement to be entirely at variance with how she was preparing to grapple with it. That parochial notion of hers indubitably owed to all the unwavering advances that Ewan had made at her till now, so much so that his presence itself had gotten skewed for her to some extent. It was as if whenever he was around, a repugnant overture was bound to head her way. How was she even to peer beyond the possibility now that her opinion had become somewhat irreversibly colored?
She was not wrong to rely on her impulses. But she would be committing a blunder now if she did not slip an apology for her denigration.
"I'm sorry." Youngmi deflected her gaze towards the table between them, scraping one of her nails against the surface that was not within Ewan's field of vision.
"It's okay, we can always start anew." He mumbled towards the end, stirring the female to jerk her head back up and let the expression adorning his face, sink in.
"Sure." Finishing brusquely might again be deemed as deploring of her, to rectify which, she resumed, "So, you haven't told me... about how you came to know about my phone number?"
"There was a spare business card in it, the reason why I had to be insulted for the hundredth time!" Ewan guffawed, restoring his composure in a flash thereafter.
"Yeah, right. I always keep one in it, how could I forget? Maybe because I obviously had no idea as to how it would be of help to me this way in the near future." Youngmi pursed her lips, probably wondering as to why was she even trying her hand at being humorous.
Well, her beginner's luck may play out in the process. The probability was itself very reassuring.
"I'm so sorry for causing you trouble. All this happened because I'm one heck of a clumsy woman, I promise that I'll keep an eye out for my things more responsibly from now onwards. You're like a savior, really. Sorry for the slander too, I mean it." If Youngmi's eyes were not an uncharted domain by default, Ewan would have discerned the sincerity floating within them.
