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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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"What the fuck is happening here? You can't be serious!" Namjoon bellowed, haring into Ewan's store.
Proving to be quite contrary to how Youngmi had envisioned it as, the reaction that originated from the man ended up precipitating a surge of disillusionment to ensconce itself within her. Despite so, she was expeditious when it came to drawing a veil over the ill-sentiment, as she rose from where she was seated and ambled towards Namjoon.
"I thought you wanted to make it up to me?" He continued, the tears in his eyes gradually swelling up.
"Of course I do. The same goes for him," Youngmi began, unexpectedly including Ewan—as his baffled face also validated— in their conversation as she picked up, "look what he has crafted for you! It looks smashing, doesn't it?" Squealing, she forwarded a vibrant set of flowers towards Namjoon.
Namjoon's face warped in what could be called an amalgamation of dolour and revulsion, his jaw clenching abnormally as he paced towards the female and snaffled the bunch of flowers from her grasp. Scanning it as though contemplating simultaneously to do something adverse, Namjoon's nostrils flared as an augury to the bouquet in his hand being tossed to the ground, trampled upon and crushed under the heel of his shoe until unintelligible dregs of those petals were all that was sprawled across the floor.
Youngmi's hands reached her face as she watched Namjoon in fright, the nightmarish episode successfully seeping into her brain. All Namjoon ever did when upset was moping until sufficient attention had been paid to him, never once had he gone to the lengths of demonstrating such extremities of fury. That was what had caught Youngmi off-guard. To her, it appeared as if he was plagued by a multitude of emotions, a fusion which could not be quelled just by any expedient for the source of it was neither benign nor immediate.
Once Namjoon felt like the task of pulverizing the blameless florets had been successfully accomplished, he spared an acrimonious glimpse at Youngmi before directing himself towards the exit and charging out right after.
"Namjoon, wait—"
"Save your bullshit, I'm so sick of it." Namjoon hissed when the female tried to make him stay.
"Good Lord, what did I just see?" Ewan commented after ensuring that Namjoon was no longer within the earshot. "That was such a vicious move. I'm deeply aggrieved by how he treated you and the flowers."
"I don't know what happened to him, he had never acted out so irrationally—"
"There must exist some suppressed wishes inside him for such a rage to spring from. Nothing occurs overnight, Doc. Have you tried talking to him?" Ewan asked. Youngmi's head swayed in denial.
"Then what are you waiting for? Go, catch him. Discuss and solve everything that has gone wrong between the two of you. Ain't no squabble that a heartfelt one-on-one can't set right, isn't it?" A reassuring grin took over Ewan's features, the tranquility in his voice effectively mitigating Youngmi's apprehensions as well.
