Moon nights - a summer romance in Seoul

Chapter 33: Ayla

Think twice about breaking my fragile heart
As I'll turn you into poetry
Whispering about our doomed start
No happy ending as close for our tale
As you will be painted as the villain on the frozen scale
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After last night's events, everyone tended to their schedule to forget what had happened at the club. Faras had looked after the boys who had gotten away with minor injuries. Jonghyun and his busted lip took the most significant damage with them. He insisted it didn't look bad but was in talks with the brand that had booked him for filming two days from today. That wound wouldn't vanish in just two days, but neither fitted the aesthetic they had picked for Jonghyun.  A wicked part of me couldn't help but find it hot how swollen his lips now looked like but then I remembered the reason why they were swollen in the first place.

"Then let them replace me; I have more to worry about than losing a filming of something I had no control over. They didn't pay us upfront and rescheduled the shooting twice already", he told his manager over the phone. I wasn't ears dropping, he was sitting by the dining table while I was baking a lemon cake in the kitchen. Or attempted to try out a recipe for Jonghyun's birthday in a week, the day after Independence Day.

As Taehyun had yet to help find out what Jonghyun's favourite cake was, I figured this technique would be more helpful to find out what he would prefer. And I loved lemon cake myself, so it was a win-win situation. But then there was the task of finding out what to gift him. There had been an idea that was circling my head, but I was not sure if he would like it or not.

"Hyun?" I called out for him as I slowly poured the flour into the mix.

"Yes, love?"

"I need a helping hand here. Would you mind?"

He stood up from the table and walked over to the counter, tugging his phone into his back pocket.

"Sure, whatever you need.", he looked around the counter, then at me.

"Can you turn the bowl a little while I pour the flour in and mix it with the whisk?"

"I can wisk it too."

"This requires a lot of strength; I wouldn't burden you with it, Watson."

"I am deeply offended, but I forgive you, Holmes."

"Because you like me so much?"

"Because I plan on stealing this cake. Is it lemon?"

See? Success. Work smarter, not harder.

Once I put the cake form into the preheated oven, I was greeted by Jonghyun's finger covered in the floor. Or, to be specific, my nose was greeted with the attack.

"Yah!" I remarked as he laughed heartily at who knows how I looked like with the messy hair sticking out of the loose bun and floured nose. Hilarious for sure. I rolled my eyes at him as I took some flour, greeting his cheek in revenge.

"Better" I grinned up at him when he stopped laughing. And there it was, his infamous, cocky grin. Uh-oh. Alarm!

A split second to slow in my attempt to run away from the kitchen, he scooped me up, ignoring me and kicking with my feet to break free.

"Put me down!"

"As you wish-"

"If you dare to let me fall on the ground-" I cut myself off when he placed me on the counter instead. Eye to eye with him, his arms locking me in as he put his hands on the counter. My voice was stuck in my throat as I lost myself in his brown eyes.