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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 Nora had fallen inert following her submission to Ewan's rather slick appeals, the latter had instantly— though with a hint of wariness at the same time— called on to performing the siphoning off that usually happened to be the crowning point of his individual sales. The catch there infallibly being, if the customer was an unaccompanied entry and like a cherry on top, seemingly unaware of what the saccharine aroma bore beneath those tranquilizing layers of it.
Not only was the female— whom he had been attending to for a few couples of minutes now— fit perfectly in the frame of his self-evaluated archetypal client, but was also loaded with cash for someone who had opted to proceed with online payment. When the stars were so ostensibly aligned in his favor, why did Ewan still feel the need of walking on eggshells around her?
Ewan endeavored to hammer out the disagreement that was consistently on the horizon between the two halves of his head, and yet could not bring himself to turn a blind eye to his intuition.
Something was definitely amiss. An occupation that was entirely secondary in nature just could not yield him a return this effortlessly.
As Ewan continued to stay stuck midway between caving in to the temptation and reappraising his decision, a panting male stormed into his store, fixing his grip over his knees as if he expected those to keep himself propped up— apparently. Once he was done inhaling intensively for some time in order to ensure that his lungs did not give up on him owing to the— though gradually ameliorating— oxygen scarcity that they must be undergoing right then, he smiled brightly at Ewan, a relieved huff thereby escaping from his lips.
Ewan could not figure out much from his reaction, so he asked, "What's wrong? What was so urgent that you couldn't wait for me to call you in the evening?"
"That woman whom you've brought to my place is trouble personified, really." The other man started, furtively glimpsing at the female who was lying flat on the floor, "She keeps asking me to fetch things for her, and that's round the clock, man! She isn't at a hotel or something, is she that dense not to get that? She's living there for free, for fuck's sake."
"What's the point in coming all the way till here and briefing me about something that I already know? What if she escapes in the meantime? What will you do then? Will you reimburse me for all the loss that I may have to suffer because of that?" Ewan gritted his teeth, discreetly moving towards his supposed accomplice by degrees.
The man gulped in a sudden realization of fear, attempting at warding it off simultaneously as he yelped, "You aren't listening to me, man! She's always complaining. Sometimes about how the dairy stench is making her pukish, while the other about how she's feeling claustrophobic in that tiny, dark space. Her carping has no end and that's causing me to lose my mind."
"So you can't even handle an unarmed woman, is what you're admitting, right?" Ewan blew a raspberry, steering the other to gawk at him in incredulity, "How pathetic of you, dude."
