Chapter 24

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The campus courtyard was surprisingly quiet for the time of day it was. With people being weighed down by finals, it was understandable that they would spend their free time doing anything but staying on campus. It was nice to get some peace for once, with only a few others around for comfort.

I was finalizing the last details of my totally, one-hundred percent legal and thought-out, plan to save the boys and get rid of Hyungseo once and for all.

A breeze whispered in my ear as the autumn leaves swirled in tandem, leaving a string of beauty to be desired.

Being alone with my thoughts was something both wonderful and absolutely dreadful to me. On one hand, I was allowed some peace to really bond with myself and all the thoughts that had been pushed to the side in haste due to my schedule. It's a great self-bonding technique. But on the other hand, the mind is oftentimes too powerful and can be easily swayed if it so desires. Being alone with my thoughts means having to face a reality or negative truths about myself that may or may not be true.

In this case, being alone with my thoughts was just plain annoying. It felt like my brain was constantly nagging me with what ifs about what could go wrong. But if I was the type to care about what ifs, I wouldn't be the person I am today. So my thoughts felt equated to that of a menial insect buzzing around incessantly.

This plan had to work. There was no room for error. I made sure of it. Between my father's unrelenting training when I was growing up and my crazy obsession with true crime docuseries, I felt there was enough in my toolkit to do this well.

"Is this seat taken?" A familiar voice laced with honey asked, before I felt a momentous weight crash onto my legs and a roguishly handsome face appearing in my lap. "M'lady," Taehyung grinned with a mischievous glint.

I gasped, "Oh my, I guess it is now."

He wiggled himself into a comfortable position before lovingly gazing up at me. I couldn't help but gingerly cup his face in my hands, caressing his cheeks with my thumbs. Our eyes longingly met, words transcending our gazes with impassioned truth. He placed a hand over mine, gently threading our fingers together.

He blinked cutely, staring at me in awe.

"What is it?" I hummed.

"You look different today," he murmured.

"In what way?"

"You look so pretty. Like an angel," he sighed wistfully.

I snorted, "Are you saying I usually look ugly?"

He sat up quickly, shaking his head at me like a desperate puppy, "N-no, I just meant—"

I chuckled, running my hands through his hair, "I did my hair differently today. Felt like doing something different with my hair."

"Well you always are the most radiant one in the room. Regardless how you do your hair. You shine so incredibly bright, like the guiding star in the northern sky," he mused.

"What's got you in such a poetic mood hmm?" I teased.

He blushed, "I-I'm not. I'm just admiring you..."

I discreetly tucked the notebook under me before pressing myself closer to him. He flushed a deep shade of red, tucking his head behind mine.

"Do you want to get out of here?" I asked softly.

"Pardon?"

I motioned to the sky, "It's a beautiful day. I was thinking of grabbing a change of scenery since I don't have a shift today. Wanna come with?"

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