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15 :: Sapphire Bracelet

"So are you happy now?"

"Me? What?"

"Be happy. Afterall your plan to remove me has come true. Be happy." She snarled at me, launching her pointy teeth at me.

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"I did not!" I woke up, soaked in sweat. A ray of anxiety shot inside me and I felt it difficult to register anything around me. Except the other hot body lying under me.

Instantly, my soul was filled with fear and grief. Was that what I dreamt about really true? Did I... Kill someone?

"Who's it!" I tugged onto the woollen cover and removed it, yeeting it out of sight. My faulted vision could only recognise the motionless body to be a guy, over whom I was asleep.

I sprinted onto my feet, almost falling face first from the bed. What had I done? Did I sleep with him? Why? I don't even have a crush... Or had a crush. Anyhow, I did that?

Gross.

"Who are you?" I leaned over his body, rubbed my eyes and squinted them to bring them to the perfect aparture to focus the light on my retina. His small and pouty lips like a baby doll’s, curled up just so at the corners, developing deep troughs on his cheeks. His small, deep dimples that appeared even when he’s making no expression at all, reflected the genuineness of his heart. As if, what he were dreaming of was just paradise.

He has a perpetually soft and sweet expression with elf-like features and a warm peaches and cream complexion. His eyebrows were thick and straight, gently framing a mysterious and soft hooded wing-shaped eye makeup.

His doe shaped eyes were closed shut, peacefully asleep. He smiled and those under-eye bags became more prominent, encouraging me to smile back. He was just a finely sculpted God, a tall one.

"Soobin? Soobin-ssi!" As the wind whistled through the emerald and jade incised leaves on the trees, which shriveled, and eventually let go of their branches to make the slow float to the ground below; woke me up from my cataleptic state. On windy fall days, the rustling of the leaves seems almost musical but having a bad headache with your colleague lying under you just worsens everything about the felicity.

"Nggmh..." He tried to move under me, making me assured that he was still alive. He shielded his eyes from the brightness of the room. Fluttering his eyes open, he smiled at me, as if he wanted to express how content he was.

That admiration for his beauty immediately leached away and I was again filled with fear. I tried to recall what all happened last night but alas! I failed. However, I realised that I must have been drugged or drunk last night. But I don't drink.