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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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Currently, Namjoon had drowned himself into a conundrum. One which left him wondering inexorably about how a gust of zephyr— that was conventionally supposed to relieve him of his worries— ended up impaling him at millions of spots. With his figure already inclined towards being slightly-hunched, the unannounced ambush by that wretched string of chilly wind only contributed to further gnarl him out of shape. Namjoon rubbed his palms against his fabric-clad arms, mentally cursing at his own self for forgetting to don a pair of gloves before he embarked for Youngmi's place.
Namjoon would not be lying if he admitted to watching the glass doors that led into Youngmi's clinic being sealed shut— not budging a tad even when he repeatedly exerted all his force onto them— resulting to be fairly sufficient for anchoring him down to the most atrocious throes that he had ever experienced.
Why of course, he had a penchant for being dramatic.
However, truth be told, those very doors had often proved to be illustrious— especially during the times of urgency— whenever it came down to the need of just flinging them right open. They would get stuck, squeaking in redundancy while the human on the other end resorted to every method that he could avail so that they made way for him.
It amused Namjoon how despite squandering a considerable amount of money in order to get them upgraded so that the lock-and-key system could be done away with, Youngmi was still unable to fix the problem.
"She could've just replaced those freaking panels, that would've saved much of her money. She reeks of rich these days, has no idea anymore how to spend wisely." Namjoon clicked his tongue, simultaneously mulling over what could have spurred his senior into closing the business comparatively earlier today.
"What must she be so busy wit—" He started, but discontinued his rant soon after a pair of footsteps— evidently incongruous to his— captured his attention. Namjoon was quick to pivot himself around and take a glimpse of his potential assaulter, which just could not have failed worse and embarrassed him further, because no visual traces whatsoever were located by him even after a handful of seconds had passed.
Namjoon gulped anxiously, meandering his vision a couple of times prior to finally resuming on his track again.
"Not gonna lie, that was scary..." He mumbled, bringing his palm to rest on his chest— obviously to check whether or not his heartbeat had recovered from the process of plunging down to the depths.
Although it must sound disappointing at the moment, but a few advances towards Youngmi's house were all that took to actuate Namjoon into a frenetic mess for one more time. A shrill clang, though originating at a safe distance from him, was enough for his forehead to visibly perspire. The gradual unfolding of that inordinately terrifying circumstance was not providing much reassurance either, in order to get past which, Namjoon quite irresolutely decided to proceed towards the source of that very sound.
