pied piper

53 | Sweet Night

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The kaleidoscope of butterflies was impossible to ignore, even after the hundredth time. As Mr. Jeon held onto my hand, his blazer comfortably wrapped my shoulders to combat the evening chilly air, conflicting me eternally from how much it smelt of him, his presence fluttering the deepest crests of my heart.

By now my eyes had gotten quite used to the dark, just enough for me to be able to see Mr. Jeon, coming to the conclusion that he was using just his senses to walk forward.

"I'm so nervous right now." Mr. Jeon, for once, let out a breathy chuckle, shifting his gaze more and more before he was walking forward again, making sure his pace was slow enough for me to follow comfortably in heels. Darn, I'd be walking shoulder to shoulder with him if I wasn't so bent on wearing heels.

I opened my mouth quickly to emit a response but felt no thoughts leave me, for once, I swallowed the inconvenience in my throat, successfully ignoring the tug at my already weak heart.

"Okay… I want you to close your eyes. No cheating!" It was strange to hear a man so confident and powerful, who always seemed to have the upper domineering hand, no matter with his aura or his icy gaze, sound so… skittish and uncertain.

Nonetheless, I obliged, my own heart beating hard against my chest. I licked my lips, a million thoughts pervading my head. Where is he taking me? Hypothetically, if he wanted to kill me, this would be his best chance- Y/n, shut up!

It was until bright illuminations cascaded over my lidded gaze, giving me the sign to flutter my eyes open. My mouth hung open.

A sweet tranquilizing fragrance welcomed my senses, the first thing to catch my attention being the small bulb that lit up the last, leaving many sparkling golden lights illuminating in big round lamps, aiding in spreading the warm, radiant glow beyond my horizon, lighting up the entire space in a chimerical dream.

Strings of fresh, gleaming wisteria spiraled around the two upheld pieces of wood, neatly decorated with equally ivory tulle cloth wrapped around.

My wide eyes continued to trail to the right, finding a wooden table attached to chairs that seemed to be built by hand. Two small plates were placed adjacent each other, covered by a large lid to tease me curiosity, the weight of my heart increasing with each passing second the more I discovered the efforts Mr. Jeon had put in for me. It was never the outcome, the effort always.

And in this case, he had excelled in both.

"I… I know this isn't much but," his sheepish yet perfectly deep voice brought me out of the shocked trance, my heart clenching imperceptibly seeing him look so pretty, so bashful, his sunset-colored eyes gleaming in golden, fingers scratching the nape of his neck as he stood there with no shape of confidence, unusual diffidence exuding from his actions. "Well, I'm new to this sort of… stuff. I'm sorry if it isn't what you expected— maybe we should just-"

Forgetting I was wearing tormenting iron nails at that moment, I took a step forward and easily marched up to him, closing the distance between us with a single pull, pressing my lips against his soft ones. My abrupt actions left Mr. Jeon shocked for sure, revealing his demure side in the cutest manner possible.

"I love it!" I smiled once we pulled away, lifting my gaze to collide with his, gratitude practically dripping from my heart. Mr. Jeon simply stared at me in response, the tenseness falling off his shoulders and his lips twitched, a soft sigh of relief coming out of him before dun dun dun, there it was! That gorgeous, beguiling smile of his that was warm enough to melt an iceberg, soft enough to play with hearts of iron sculptures. The smile that swept me over my feet effortlessly.