rosy cheeks || k.yoshinori

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C H A P T E R - T H I R T Y T H R E E

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- Enchanted : Taylor Swift

The guy whose standing beside you starts to grab the two helmets, for you and for himself. Before he tossed the other pair of helmet, he made sure that he himself is already sitting on his motorcycle.

Hesitation took over you as soon as you watched him handing his helmet on you. Staring at it first was your only option. Should I really trust this douchebag to take me a ride? No, right?

"Nah, stop debating there. Wear this instead, time is running..", he wore a small smile and instead wear the helmet for you. His gentleness. You spoke mentally as stares at his face.

Now that you're dangerously close to each other, you could smell his perfume. Mens has no taste for perfumes. This smell gross me out. You scrunched your nose and looked at him up and down before stepping a foot backward.

I just realised, he's quite handsome.

A hint of red plastered on your cheeks and you had no choice but to hop on the motorcycle behind him, or it's a great opportunity for this guy to see you blushing on his little actions.

"Ready?"

"Do I look like i'm not?" You retorts back. He sighed and pressed his lips into a thin line. "Yah, make sure I'd not scream or else students would think that you're killing me to death slowl- YAH HEY!!", Before you could even finish your words...

He playfully accelerates his pace and drove off. "I SAID DRIVE SLOW! AREN'T YOU AN EXCELLENT STUDENT IN MIDDLE SCHOOL?!", You screamed your lungs out and starts to slap his back in couple of times.

You had a fear of his kind of driving. That's why before back in elementary, you always tell your mom to drive slower. You know, accidents is possible, anytime, anywhere so you were trying to avoid that but sherlock this guy who's trying to ACTUALLY killing you to death.

"I WOULD REALLY KILL YOU!!"

He just chuckles at your words and continues to drive at an accelerated pace. "Really? You could do that on me?", He started to tease and smiles proudly.

"You're afraid of accidents, aren't you?" He asked you and shares an eye contact with you through the side mirror. But he averts his eyes and focused on the road again as well as he was, smirking.

Frowning, you replies, "Isn't it obvious? Of course i'm scared of death you know I still have too many plans of this world." You smacked his head and he just shrugged his shoulders in return.

"aight, but don't worry, if you'd die right now ,take me with you.-" before he could even finish his sentence, you were clever enough to nudge his ribs to shut him up.

"what? i'm telling the truth." he giggles and even fastens his pace at driving, in results, you tugged on his shirt from the back, with a hint of light red on your cheeks.

but little did you know, yoshi was in the same situation on himself, trying to fight the redness on his cheeks but both of his emotion and heart are feeling the same. his heart accelerates so he's trying to flow it away by driving fast.

>>>

The ride till the mall he planned to treat you to felt like forever. As well as your lungs felt like not functioning anymore due to the continuous screams from you.

You darted an enormous glare to the satisfied guy in front of you. He rose an eyebrow and this made your mind go insane from both anger and anticipation.

"It's not funny." You monotonously stated and walked ahead as if your life depended on it. Not knowing what to do, you just went inside the mall, not waiting nor listening from his calls behind your silhouette.

After the guards scanned you, you went to the vegetable section and begins to pick anything not caring of him as a sign that you're not happy of what he did just a while ago.

"Hey,i'm calling you for ten times already, aren't you going to listen? It's a relief that even in the midst of the crowds I saw yo-"

"Sucks for you. You better stop babbling words or else I'll cut that talkative tongue of yours using this precious cutting knife.", The corner of your lips quirked up.

His mouth shuts and it caused you to sigh in relief. "Mens again..", rolling your eyes you distance yourself away from him again in a sign for him to know you're not welcoming his filthy presence go near around you or something.

"I brought you here for myself to treat you on a date not for a pointless argument. Are you clueless about it?"

"Yes, not until you'd prove it that you're sincere at taking me on a date...all I realise is you're just being a dick right now.", You retorts back rather calmly, not in the mood to share an eye contact.

Minutes had passed and this is your fist time, not hearing anything from Yoshi, or him bickering back to start another heated argument, here, in the crowded freaking big mall, seaside.

"Hey-"

"I have a name you moron.", You nonchalantly glanced up at him and bumped at his shoulder to walk pass.

"Where are you going now?", Instead of answering your question, he changed the topic as well as he witness you going into another corner.

"Tools section."

"Why?"

"For I have some tools to help me to get rid of a fucktard like you.", You reached the limit. You stopped at your tracks and cut your own words. Take that word back, Y/N! Maybe it could hurt his feelings.

"Sorry. But no offense, i'm just saying the sentence that kept lingering in my head since the beginning of our so-called date." You went near him, asking for forgiveness.

He sighed.

Sherlock

And which you returned with a dashing smile.

"All dilapidated." You mumbled out of a sudden. "Uh?", "Nothing." You chaste a grin.

>>>

"where are you taking me again this time?" you asked. "movie theatre.", he immediately replied, chasing for a flirty wink on you.

you kicked his knee from behind and he let out a faint yelp. "be thankful i'm a kind of guy who tolerates and has a high patience for a lady like you." he warns, holding your hands.

"your hands is sweaty. do you put babyoils on it?" you chuckles and he glares.

"i'm not a baby.. do i really looked like one?", asking as he stopped at the tracks. "tch. in case you did not even know. probably, yeah.." You teased and winked back.

somehow, he did not seems like angry or disappointed, which, instead running with you to not waste time talking nonsenses.

"wanna have some popcorn?"

"i'm not picky on foods. so anything will do." you replied while picking for a movie. "aight." he nods and went to the food queue.

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