[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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"Wh—what is it?" Ewan quizzed as his pupils quivered in anticipation.
"I did send someone to jail back in high school..." Youngmi answered indistinctly, her voice sounding barely above a whisper. Taking a whole minute for herself thereafter, she swept her hair back in frustration— shuffling about in agitation as the long overdue epiphany finally dawned upon her.
"So you haven't forgotten about that..." Although Ewan had ensured that his statement would remain inaudible for Youngmi, the latter's ears— quite contrarily— had perked upon the incoherent addressal.
Youngmi could not desist but blurt, "What do you mean by that?"
The consternation that the female's query had caused to instill in Ewan's nerves was ineffable. In spite of the mounting apprehensions that had now begun to clog his thoughts, the man still did not grow so reckless so as to expose the tempest that was brewing inside his head. Ewan's pupils— though dilated— still held a certain amount of resolution within them that fettered his overbearing emotions just in place.
For he could not let himself drown in the cavernous sea when he— in all honesty— possessed the ability to ride the tide.
Not at least when he was so close to accomplishing what he had hankered after all this while.
Ewan was prompt at divesting himself off his intimidated front, replying only when he felt assured that he did not wear his heart on his sleeve anymore, "Judging by how the memory's still fresh in your mind, I can't help but imagine how hard it must've been for those whom you had called the police on— y'know, to learn living with it for the rest of their lives... I mean, if you haven't forgotten about it yet, how do you expect them to?"
Youngmi's brows closed the space between them, "Are you perhaps taking their side? Is that what you're trying to do, Ewan?"
"Hey, no! You got me all wrong—" Ewan reckoned dialing down his aggression would prove to be much better when Youngmi shot him a displeased glance, "What I'm trying to do here is to look at the situation with a neutral perception. Why would I be biased against you when it's you whom I know better?"
Ewan figured that wrapping up his justification on such an abrupt note did not exactly satiate Youngmi's fancy for the man's unwavering support for her, due to the contorted expression that had now dominated her features. Deciding to pick up from where he left when the foundations of his persuasion skills were already so mercurial, was incredibly impressive of Ewan to have undertaken. Especially when the individual across him was Youngmi, with whom— for all he could recall— he had only shared the extreme of emotions.
"And of course, not overlooking at all how they must be the bad men to have gotten imprisoned in the first place. Why should you pay the price of it?" Ewan feigned a sulk, enveloping the female in a warm embrace.
"I'm so scared, Ewan, what should I do? It feels like my good days are over, that I've reached a dead-end—" Youngmi's rein over her equanimity was gradually loosening.
