The Devil's Sweetheart

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The world stopped for the briefest time when her lips coarsely moved against his. He knew he would never forget this moment in his life. He wanted more of her, but his heeds didnot fit well with his plan because the moment he thought so, he felt a thud on his chest.

''Yong-sun?'' He whispered, raising his head to take a peek at her eyes. Her eyes lids were shut.

''Was I taken advantage of by this Loose..no..'' Moonbyul muttered in a voice close to the earth. He shouldn't call her either Loose case or Overweight. The foot pain is still fresh in his memory.

''Why do you hate women?'' Yong-sun mumbled against his chest.

''I don't hate women, dense girl!'' Moonbyul harshly shoved her body onto the bed. Yong-sun's body rolled a thrice before it came to a standstill at the edge of the bed.

Moonbyul threw the blanket on her body and turned around to leave. Not before he took a few steps, he returned to the bed spot again. He grabbed the blanket and tucked her body warmly under the covers. While covering her neck, his gaze shifted to her lips for a split second. The kiss flashed before his eyes.

Moonbyul immediately closed his eyes shut and turned around. While going to his room, he heard a mobile ring. Assuming that the strange ringtone must be Yong-sun's, he went to the couch and grabbed the mobile. Seeing the contact name, Moonbyul choked on his rage. ''She hasn't yet broken up with this criminal?''

With no one answered, the call disconnected, and just in time, a message notification popped up on the mobile from the same name. Unable to unlock, Moonbyul went to Yong-sun's room. Like a thief, he stole her fingerprint and settled next to her on the bed. He opened the latest text messages from Landon. [Landon: Why aren't you replying to my texts today, babe?]

''Take a hint when she is not replying, bastard.''

A few seconds later, another text came in.

[Landon: What are you wearing right now, tell me?]

Moonbyul's grip tightened over her mobile, controlling the urge to throw the mobile on the floor. A thought crossed over his mind. Smiling to himself, Moonbyul typed a message. [Yong-sun: What else? I am wearing Clothes.]

Moonbyul received an instant reply. [Landon: Hmmm..are you teasing me, babe? I know you are wearing clothes. But what kind of cloth is that?]

[Yong-sun: Cotton.]

[Yong-sun: 100%. Comfort comes first]

Without waiting for the reply, Moonbyul deleted the logs and blocked Landon's number. ''He is a disgust to mankind.''

Throwing the mobile on the bedside table, he stared at Yong-sun. ''Trouble creator.'' He flicked her forehead, earning a faint cry from her. ''Not like you suffered a pointed heel attack, unlike me.'' He laughed, soothing her forehead where he attacked. He then went back to his room.

Moonbyul flipped, switched positions, but the flashes of their kiss were keeping him at paling until weariness caught him at dawn.

Peeking through the sheer curtains, the morning sun rays greeted her, creating a golden hue across her face. Opening her eyes, Yong-sun groaned in pain. ''Argh! How much did I drink?'' Fluttering her eyelids, she studied the room and immediately realized she has hit the wrong button. ''OMG!'' Yong-sun screamed, climbing out of bed ''He would be preparing a weapon to kill me.''

Before leaving, Yong-sun checked herself in the mirror. A wrinkled dress and a bird's nest. She wished to dig a hole and never return. Yong-sun tried remembering yesterday's incident while smoothening and combing her bird's nest hair with her hands. Except for bits, and snippets, she doesn't recollect much.