[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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"Holy shit..." Namjoon cursed incoherently, struggling to prop himself up, "Please tell me you're real and that I've not begun to hallucinate already? Goddamn, being concussed sucks so bad!"
"It is me, Namjoon, your eyes aren't deceiving you. You can trust them." Youngmi chuckled softly, elation fanning out over her features.
"Raving Namjoon is kinda cool though." All gazes bore through Nora's head now that she had added her pennyworth, "What? Did I say something wrong?"
"He reassures me that I'm not a blockhead for not being able to understand what he says, unlike the times when he's in his full senses." She maundered on, switching her line of sight from Youngmi to Namjoon, "If you don't mind, can we skip getting you checked up after we leave from here, Doc? I vote for this version of you to stay."
"And who's she, again?" Youngmi's eyes were molded in a quizzical squint.
"She's the one who helped me locate you." Namjoon mumbled, his head heavy due to the impact from earlier, "Although now that we're at it finally, escape this place while the two of us are still there to save you. Come on now, senior, follow me."
Namjoon— immensely sore because of his embarrassment-inducing fall from a few moments ago— ascended the staircase in a hurry that appeared unnecessary to Youngmi, leading her to halt on her tracks before she reached a point that could prove to be irredeemable for her in the end. Her vision remained fixated at Namjoon's feet nevertheless, head gradually uplifting as she cluelessly traced him scramble upstairs.
Nora was witnessing everything from afar— from the confused look that had been donned by Youngmi, to her reluctance over emulating Namjoon's run for safety. Her eyebrows creased when despite the man already having reached the ground floor, the other female stood intact on her own spot.
It was as if she had wound up here at her own discretion.
Could it be so that the baseless suspicion that Nora had come to harbor pertaining to Youngmi, regarding her being a wilful participant in it all, was not so far-fetched after all? Could she really have assented to every bit of that horrifying plan that had changed every night of Namjoon and Nora into that of a sleepless one?
However, did Youngmi even have it in her to sabotage people's calm, as a matter of fact?
Nora shook her head fervently to keep the plaguing thoughts at bay.
But Namjoon could not, when his attention ultimately landed on Youngmi after having read Nora's expression at length.
"Senior! Why aren't you here already? You know that we can't afford to fritter away any more time, we aren't in such a position—"
"Why would I flee from here, Namjoon? I'm not ready to expose myself to the outside world yet, I'm still vulnerable, prone to someone's hatred for me out there." Youngmi's eyebrows furrowed as she continued to explain, "Moreover, I don't want Ewan to feel like his efforts towards me are nothing but a waste. I want to respect his concern for me."
