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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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After hailing a taxi for Youngmi once the two of them were certain the wrangle between them had been effectively ironed out, Namjoon steered towards his home as well. Strolling about aimlessly was definitely not what he had planned for, but in that particular instance, getting to forsake his purpose without being tormented by the fear of having let down the people around him was proving to be salubrious for Namjoon.
A breath of respite was all that he craved, yet could never discover one until it came down to the point of losing something dear to him.
He had missed the chance, as well as the dream of waking up beside Youngmi for the rest of his life. He could not even afford to dote on her from distance, since that would not be any better than being obsessed with her. Continuing to be hung up about her would mean him allowing the female to still have a hold over him, of which process Namjoon had a coherent inkling that it was all but an analogue of the siren's song. He could not get involved in that. He was not so privileged to invest himself in a love that would, in return, end up preying on his own sanity.
Being the contributor in a lopsided balance of love may culminate in afflictions which may have no antidote to them, and Namjoon had no urge whatsoever to succumb to such an abject fate. It was reassuring, in fact, that the man was aware of when and where to draw boundaries. The past ten years of him fancying Youngmi was no exception either. He decided to carry on with it only because his emotions had not started to take a toll on him just yet. But now that they were threatening to, he would not reconsider discarding them outright.
After all, he had had enough.
Namjoon guffawed, probably amazed at the caprices Youngmi's confession from a few moments ago was causing him. While he remained engaged in feeling apprehensive about his state of mind, he did not realise when he almost walked past the very establishment from where his eventful night had seemingly begun. It was only after a saccharine scent of blossoms had manipulated his senses that he automatically shuffled his feet around, his profile facing A Bouquet Of Love as he stood planted on his spot.
Namjoon noticed a customer inside as he attempted to crane his neck rather subtly to peep into Ewan's store.
"From the looks of it, a lot of money must have been put together by him for the interior. Gives me fairycore vibes, not gonna lie. I'm impressed." Namjoon mumbled to himself while keeping on with the surreptitious behavior.
However, what transpired thereafter, stopped him dead in his tracks. A cold bead of sweat trickled down the side of his face as he witnessed what could accurately be termed as a fever dream. For reasons unknown to even his own self, although Namjoon's eyes were first-hand corresponding to his brain, he could not bring himself to believe that he was in fact awake. Eyes wide open, he proceeded to watch the deed from afar, and notwithstanding the fact that he was appalled to his core, if the need be so, he was prepared to pounce upon the offender as well. As a matter of fact, he had even commenced cracking his knuckles as he seethed in anger.
