They are polar opposites.
He's a billionaire CEO, She's an environmental activist.
He runs a large oil company, she spends her days protesting against it.
Despite their differences, they end up stranded on an island together.
Forced to survive i...
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Y a n g H y e j i
I hated him.
I hated him for years.
He was the most annoying person I knew.
He was someone I dreaded seeing, and celebrated parting with.
But then, why does his arms feel so safe? Why are they wrapped around me like a blanket of comfort?
Why did he offer me his embrace?
I buried my head into his shoulder as my tears slowly stopped. I didn't even notice that I was trembling until I heard his hushed voice near my ear.
"Shh... it's okay. Calm down," His voice spoke in a honey-like tone, washing away all my thoughts with that graceful whisper.
Why was there so much warmth in those words?
My quick breaths became slower and more relaxed, and the gentle movement of his hand on my back helped me calm down even more.
Shortly, I felt.. alright.
How did he know I needed that?
I loosened my grip around him and he too, quickly let go of me, sensing that I was alright now. He looked at me as I leaned away from him, his eyes serious, as if inspecting me.
He could've made fun of me, mocked me, and even ignored me... but he chose to embrace me?
The silence felt slightly awkward as we both didn't utter a single word, and both of us looked away from each other, neither knowing how to approach this situation.
"You know..." I turned to look at him as he spoke once more. Minho had his eyes on the ground before they slowly moved up to mine, moving his body slightly closer to mine simultaneously.
"You're less annoying when you cry.." He muttered, reaching up to wipe a tear off my cheek.
Was that his way of reassuring me?
I rolled my eyes and whacked his hand away, looking away from him. Minho flinched slightly, pouted his lips, and looked at me like how a confused baby cat would after being told off by its owner.
L e e M i n h o
Are all women this confusing? Or am I just terrible at being nice?
I let out a small sigh and then gently held her shoulders before turning her to face me. She glanced at my hands and then at me and her moist, sparkling eyes were met with mine.
I stared at her, not breaking eye contact and she looked at me back, her eyebrows slightly furrowing. After a short while, a small smile formed on my lips as I brought my right hand up and gently wiped a tear off her cheek with the back of my fingers.
It was as if I brushed my hand on a flower petal; her skin was the softest I had ever touched, and it felt delicate too.
I started feeling all warm inside.
There's that feeling again.
Why am I feeling this way? And why do I not like it?
I blinked a bit and quickly retracted my hand and looked away. "Anway..." I mumbled as I turned around and sat down under the shade of the tree, crossing my legs. "Tell me more about this giant puddle of water," I said with a small shrug.
Y a n g H y e j i
My heart sped up the moment I felt his hands caress my cheeks so delicately. A faint blush formed on my cheeks but luckily he turned around before it was too obvious.
I watched him sit down, crossing his legs and shrugging slightly as he faced the lake.
"Tell me more about this giant puddle of water," He said.
The corners of my lips lifted slightly at those words. The same person who wasn't giving two damns about the lake now wanted to talk about it?
Still, I could understand that he wasn't exactly curious about the lake... or interested in it whatsoever. The real reason behind that question made me curious but I decided not to question it.
I sat down next to him, smiling a bit as I looked at the lake.
He turned his head to me for a few seconds and I glanced at him too. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he then looked ahead at the lake, letting out a small sigh.
I too looked ahead once more.
A moment passed by in silence as I just stared ahead with a slight smile. Minho turned to look at me once more, raising his eyebrow.
"Aren't you gonna talk about it?" He asked, slightly confused.
"No," I said, with a small shrug, and smiled a bit. The silence... it was calming. It felt comfortable at the moment.
His confused expression changed to one of amusement as he chuckled lightly and looked ahead as before, now with a smile on his plump lips.
