[WATTPAD FEATURED]
❝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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"Where were you all this while— Why did you not pick up my calls? God, you had me sweating like crazy, senior! Are you alright? Are you in some kind of trouble? Damn it, answer already you're testing my patience for real now—"
"How will I address your incessant queries when you aren't even allowing me to?" Youngmi replied curtly, a frazzled sigh following right after.
Once Youngmi had penetrated into the situation— where numerous of calls made by Namjoon had been left unattended by her, with her being utterly oblivious of the accompanying recklessness— she strove to ameliorate it in a heartbeat. Thankfully, the male had permitted Youngmi to connect with him right away, for the second the line produced a tinkle, it ended up being heckled by a guttural voice.
That was the exact moment when Namjoon had pounced upon Youngmi with those breathless questions.
"I was out for a stroll..." Youngmi started with a deliberate lie, hesitating regarding the statement being too blunt as she picked up, "And bumped into Ewan unexpectedly."
"What—"
"He returned me my wallet, which he said he found on the street... It doesn't look like it has been trampled upon, though." She trailed off, piquing Namjoon's curiosity. "Never mind, I have it in my possession once again and that's something to feel relieved about. I'm on my way back home now so you don't need to worry anymore either."
"Glad to hear that." Namjoon enunciated, the tacit annoyance cloaked beneath the surface proving to be more overt than it should have been.
"Is it perhaps— Is anything missing from it? Have you checked it thoroughly?" He continued, diverting Youngmi's attention from his previously laconic reply.
"Yup, the shape's intact. Nobody went through it except for Ewan, I guess." Youngmi pursed her lips while casting a rapt glance at the object.
"It's— You know, it doesn't sound so convincing to me. How did you lose it anyway?" Namjoon quizzed, causing the female to rewind the entire day's incidents and process them simultaneously.
"It could've been around the time when I received that blank call? That's the only point in time that comes to my mind when I try to recall."
"That was not what I meant by that question, though. It's more like how is it even possible for you to drop your wallet when you never put your phone and that thing in the same pocket? You always keep them separately, don't you?" Namjoon explained, leading Youngmi's visage to ashen, owing to the epiphany that had eventually suggested itself to her.
"You're right." She mumbled as one of her hands smacked against her mouth, consternation evident on her face.
"For Heaven's sake, please be more careful when it comes to your belongings. I had made your phone buzz for almost thirty minutes before giving up on it altogether, but you've yet to show your concern about that fact," Namjoon feigned a whimper, "I'm hurt, deeply hurt."
