Sweet Tooth | k.nj. ✔

칠: torrent of drama

Namjoon's recourse to decrying himself in his head every single day had— more or less— taken the shape of a custom now. The man could definitely consider laying it off for a day or two, for the sake of reviving his stomped-upon self-confidence, but that would also imply him being nonchalant about the actions that he had committed in the past. His resolution to proceed with the self-vilification, at this point— regardless of its tremendous ramifications— had begun to show a certainty much austere than those of his efforts at placing his shots with Youngmi. Because what even was the purpose of those blunders if they could not teach him a lesson or two?

If only Namjoon could be a little flexible at times.

However, that was not what troubled him currently. After the unintended torrent of drama that Namjoon had set unbridled last night for Youngmi to singlehandedly deal with, he was second-guessing the necessity of him going forth with the weekly dental appointment that him and the woman had grown so used to.

There were reasons— in fact many— that contributed to him having cold feet regarding the matter. One, his teeth would neither rot nor fall off if he did not listen to Youngmi preaching healthy oral habits for a single day. And two, he was a dentist himself— for Heaven's sake. Even Youngmi was aware of the apparent smokescreen that Namjoon had mistaken to be so infallible.

Of course, Youngmi had the inkling that caring for his own teeth was not the man's sole objective behind visiting her once in every seven days. It had much to do with the ancient, hackneyed tradition of wooing and courting a lady. And irrespective of the changing times, such an old practice is bound to die hard.

Although Namjoon had always believed in confronting a friend whenever things went south, something forbade him when it came to employing the same subterfuge for Youngmi. No matter how intensely he racked his brains, he could not prevent it from caving in to the pressure. That automatically left him with only one option, and that was to halt staving off the meet-up and go ahead with it regardless of the consequences.

And so Namjoon found himself seated across the same female who, at the moment, was skimming through his personal details for starters.

"You have an ongoing streak of two-sixty pointless visits, Namjoon, I hope you're aware of it because I feel like I haven't stressed on it enough." Youngmi stated flatly, swaying her head in disappointment when a glance brimming with disorientation from the supposed man was caught by her.

"I know, right? It can't be my fault since I had addressed it last week as well. Your teeth are perfectly fine, Namjoon, you can stop coming here already—"

"Isn't it me who deserves to be upset because of yesterday?" Namjoon ushered at a soothing register, his widened and soulful eyes holding a magnetizing effect within them.

"Come on, Namjoon, you can't possibly assert that you were being reasonably sulky yesterday! That kind of response was not what I had expected from you." Youngmi continued, that frigid tone of hers sending chills down the man's spine.