[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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"I—I..." The female whimpered, fiddling with her fingers as she appeared like gradually getting herself embroiled in a situation that was not even so intricate to begin with. She eventually took a deep breath, and squinted her eyes at Namjoon— catching him off-guard. By upending the potentially inimical circumstance according to her own convenience— that too, in quite an impeccable manner— the lady unarguably exhibited her capability to manoeuvre the inevitable at any given time of the day.
"You know what? I could ask you the same thing. What are you doing here?" She nudged Namjoon, but the latter was not so unprepared either.
"Hey lady, at least be original. That's what I had asked you. So answer me first and then I shall return the favor? How's that sound?" He contended, rendering the female tongue-tied for a while.
"Ah, you were not so innocent after all. God, I'm such a poor judge of character." Namjoon exhaled conspicuously, adding effect to his dismay. Side-eyeing in annoyance, he resumed, "You're a stalker, right? Of course you are, that's why you seemed too familiar for a stranger... when we first met, you know? And that's also probably why you're following her around right now as well. Am I right?"
The woman scoffed, "Obviously not."
"Yeah, offenders usually say that when they get caught. This case is no different. I understand your psyche, miss. But there's one thing that I don't at the same time..." Namjoon's voice faltered in uncertainty as he struck his chin with his index finger, "What's your purpose behind stalking Doctor Shin? Have you perhaps... don't tell me!"
Namjoon lurched back in haste, his widening eyes complementing his already-gaping mouth for which his hands were also progressively in motion— in order to shroud it— as he exclaimed, "Have you perhaps fallen for her?"
"What? No! What the hell?" She, in return, lashed out at Namjoon for arriving at such an absurd conclusion.
"Why? She's amazing. What did I say was so disgusting for you to glare at me like that?" The male gestured at the woman who was still in the process of wrapping her head around the allegation made against her.
"That could be the motivation behind you trailing her like a creep... as you said, I understand your psyche, sir. So, if you allow me." Performing a fleeting bow before Namjoon, the female turned around on her heels, cascading down the road without wasting any further minute.
Meanwhile, Namjoon stood planted on his own spot, the blush across his cheeks growing saturated with every passing moment. The fact that a total stranger stumbled upon and ambushed him with a truth that he had always assumed had remained efficiently tucked away by him beneath a million layers of pretense, was unprecedented for him in every sense of the term. For the woman to direct him towards his reality may not have been that big of a deal, but Namjoon felt considerably exposed at having an unknown person divulge his own existence before him.
