His Comfort; Kth [ON HOLD]

CHAPTER 5

"Brown things are so beautiful, like coffee and someone's eyes."

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(Trigger words ahead)
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"Can I touch them?"
With every beauty of hers, she glared me with her most glaring feature of all, - were her wide, dark, and fiery eyes. They resembled hot lava, resembling the fresh blood on the gleaming surface of a sword every time the sunlight reflected through those crimson irises...it made me feel a twitch in my stomach.

"Sorry?"
I verbalize with a sudden surprise.

Without any answer of my sudden statement, she eventually touch the corner of my lips, with the pad of her thumb and slightly rubbed that part. Not finished with her work, she took out an handkerchief from her cargo pockets, and poured it's corner through drops of tears and then, palmed the cloth in the exact same area, where she rubbed her thumb over.

I didn't know what to speak at her so speed up gesture. It was too fast to sense and to understand.

She spared a glance at me, looking all shocked. Eventually, she leave an half covered laugh and said,
"There was a stain of cream over there, so I wiped out."
A sudden relief ran through my body after hearing her confession.

"What did you thought? Maybe a kiss?...well I won't even mind to give you that!"
I widened my eyes as a size of a soccer. This was so fast, her reply, her flirts, everything. Her smile velveted with mischievous fantasies.

What does she mean by that? Is she even in her senses? Someone help me please.

A swiftness laugh escaped her mouth, making me look at her. I was out of the answers. Is she on coke or something?

"Hahaha, look a-at you face, hahaha ha, I was j-just joking bro!"
She replied while holding her stomach with her palms, her face flushed with red blush due to the continuous laugh she was doingťright now.
I rolled my eyes, and escaped a puff of air all filled with  relief.

"By the way!"
I hummed in response while throwing the stone, wherever it find its place to settle.

"The boy name is Kim Taehyung and he is 21 years old, currently in Taxation department."
I stopped myself in the track of throwing another stone. What was all that?
I turned my direction and attention to her talks, specifically to know more about him.
I gulped down the invisible choke, all leashed with amusement.

"Did you hear me?"
She questioned, with her hands still un her pockets, sleeves rolling up to her elbows, her messy unbalanced strings of her hair sticks to her forehead. Currently her features were not so maintained, still can be considered as one of the daunting yet romantic thing.

She cuffed my wrist, and took a hold of them, instantly cupped her cheek with my hand, making me bring on my senses.

I blinked a few times, to get her off from my imagination.

"You can touch me, if you want."
She whispered so low, still was audible to me. I abruptly removed my arm.

"Why do you t-think like that?"
I couldn’t formulate the words out of my mouth because of her action.