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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 what Namjoon had divulged to her last night, Nora seemed no different than a cat on hot bricks. She was everything that the definition of the word restive connoted— her constant pacing across the room vouching for the averment. Having already slated her infallible blueprint of apprehending Ewan while he was in his element, all that was there balking her plan now were the damned conventions.
Why could businesses not start at seven in the morning? At least then she would be sufficiently clearheaded to grapple with the alleged suspect.
"My fists are itching so bad!" Nora grunted, frisking her limbs around in agitation.
Notwithstanding the times she had to catch a stealthy glimpse of the clock that had not yet stopped claiming that it were the morning hours currently when the Sun outside was unarguably as blazing as the high noon's, Nora still did not bother to burden herself with the task of verifying the fact. It was redundant, afterall. How often could a clock be rendered defunct within a single day, anyway?
That was when Namjoon showed up, confusion washed over his face, "What are you doing here?" He quizzed, simultaneously fixing the knot of his tie.
"Waiting for the clock to strike ten so that I can leave for Ewan's. But it's taking fucking hours for this sloth-ass machine to arrive at that number!" Nora screeched, a bestial countenance sliding over her features once she caught Namjoon clamping down on his levity.
"Don't you think an explanation is required here?" She folded her arms across her chest, foot tapping against the marble floor.
"I'm so sorry for leading you into assuming that the clock is operational— it's not. I didn't get the time to change its batteries ever since it broke down a few months back. Now, if you don't wanna waste your time any further, better take off since it's twelve already." Namjoon imparted, strolling towards Nora only to whisper in her ear, "By the way, didn't know cops could be this dumb."
He chuckled after retracing his steps and keeping himself at a safe distance from Nora— quite nimblewitted of him since the female was not one to shy away from blowing a gasket whenever she saw fit. The premise was established and extended right the next instant, for Nora had scrunched up her nose and was glaring at Namjoon while he stayed standing in incertitude.
"You and I will return to the same house at night, in case you forgot." She patted once on his shoulder before thawing into a smile and exiting the apartment immediately in haste.
Namjoon snickered at the woman's unpredictability as he directed himself towards the kitchen.
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"His venture is booming." Nora mumbled to herself, camouflaging under the shade of a tree as she continued to peer into Ewan's store every now and then.
Nora had been striving immensely to forget and move on from the naked truth that involved her wasting away her time just because she decided to believe in the basic goodness of mankind. But then she ended up stumbling into wicked men like Namjoon, who would not brief her about anything unless asked to. To be honest, Ewan seemed innocent to her at times, even more when Namjoon was the one to be compared to him.
