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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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It was discernible how Youngmi was unable to catch a wink of sleep the whole night. The ramifications of an unscheduled all-nighter had already begun to roll out for her— the dark circles beneath her eyes were too prominent not to be taken into account, after all. With half-shut eyelids, she feverishly shook her head in order to cast off the curse of an impending slumber that had been looming above her head, only for her to trudge deeper into the maze of drowse in the end.
For some reason, her gaze had been relentlessly boring through the plastic bag that was attached to the IV stand across her. So when the tubing originating from it slightly drifted from its formerly-fixed path, her eyes naturally flew open. She trailed her vision along the slender conduit further down till the very point where it was supposed to terminate, unsurprisingly having her lips tugged at the corners when she finally grasped what had spurred the medical equipment to twitch in the first place.
"Rise and shine!" Youngmi chirped, her eyes turning into crescents when the one whom she had addressed, had recognized her greeting.
The male, however, could only hoist his brow in response. A glower stayed persistent on his face, provoking Youngmi into palliating the distrust that must be clouding his senses.
"We're from the same academy, I've seen you there quite a number of times—"
"I know, I've seen you too. That's not what made me shoot daggers at you, though." He spoke, voice still debilitated due to the episode from earlier in the day, "How am I at a hospital? Did you bring me here?"
"That's not how you thank someone, champ." Youngmi feigned a grin, almost resembling the Cheshire Cat, "Yes, I was the one who admitted you here so that you received proper treatment. Did I perhaps overstep the boundaries by taking your well-being into consideration?" Her emphasis on each word that followed was amply profound.
The other person had initially gawked at Youngmi, but soon wound up snickering away the second-hand embarrassment when he ultimately comprehended the essence of her remark.
"Sarcasm," he clicked his tongue, a weak smile adorning his features thereafter.
"Am I good to go, then? Shall I call your parents to take over now? Of course, you'll have to tell me their contact number—"
"No!" He exclaimed out of the blue, "Please don't let them get involved in all of this. I beg you, please."
Youngmi flinched at the sudden change in his tone, "Woah, okay. But you can't possibly expect me to pay your medical expenses, right? I'm a high-schooler too, I don't make money on my own yet."
"About that, I'll pay you back every single penny once I'm out of here. Can you please hold out till then? Can you please do me this one favor?" The boy implored, sincerity flaring in his eyes.
The female could not refrain from reciprocating his expression, "Sure, you can count on me. But in return, would you like to share with me what actually was happening back there? Is it more complicated than I think it is?"
