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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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"W—What's wrong? Is everything alright?" Youngmi's voice saturated with concern as she rallied her gaze between the frantic boy and her phone that now laid flat on the floor.
"That's enough for today... I—I feel tired all of a sudden. Can you please leave now so that I can rest? Thank you for the kind gesture, though. Seems possible to me at this point that even after I've died, I'll remain indebted to you for all the efforts that you're putting in for me." The male had attempted to nip the conversation in the bud to no avail.
The embers floating in Youngmi's hazel eyes depicted well how she was adamant upon keeping every kind of distraction at bay. Consequently, the skin on her forehead also crinkled as her eyebrows buckled owing to puzzlement. Succumbing to her steadily disorienting gaze, she did not realize exactly when was it that she resorted to wool-gathering— sifting through every suspicion pertaining to the male's reticence in her head, only to earmark them as far-fetched in the end.
It was only when he had shifted in his spot in order to lie down, that Youngmi was dragged out of her musing. Her attention at once snapped in the direction of her phone, whose compact screen was still playing the video that they had wound up abandoning before completion. As a result, she bent down, picking the device up in haste as she pressed on the slider— that depicted the amount of playback that viewers had already gone through— until it had reached the time-stamp that she vaguely remembered had left her friend paralysed for a few moments.
"Hi buddy, I heard you were cornered by some thug a few days back—"
Since Youngmi had her back against the boy, she could not catch his ears perking up when the audio commenced.
"Didn't I tell you to leave?"
His glazed eyes bore into the back of Youngmi's head, but despite having felt that, she did not proceed with paying him her heed. Instead, she pretended to focus on the figure inside her phone's screen.
"I'm worried sick for you, bro. Don't do things whose aftermath you aren't sure of sailing through— like walking through deserted streets at night, or getting on somebody's nerves who's clearly more powerful than you in every aspect. Get well and come back as soon as possible, we have so many things to check off our list, right? No chance I'm doing it with someone else." The person in the video grinned, waving his hand soon after as if to signal Youngmi to switch the camera to someone else.
It was natural for the Youngmi who was recording those messages, not to decrypt his innuendos first things first and move on to another pair of the boy's friends who were awaiting their turn to render their parts. But the Youngmi of now— who had witnessed her dependant undergoing a panic attack as soon as the other male had popped into his line of sight— could not help but mull over the fact that how his remarks were indeed double-edged.
How come she did not feel the necessity of assessing the undertones of his overtly dramatic address yet?
The video rolled backwards once again when Youngmi maneuvered the slider, this time her objective being that of identifying the name of her guileful batchmate.
