FOREIGN ATTRACTION (COMPLETE)

CHAPTER 8: FEELINGS

His sudden gesture sent shivers down my spine, transforming him into an entirely different person. I found myself frozen in place when he whispered those words to me. An unexplainable sensation stirred in my stomach, an emotion I couldn't quite define, and it was the first time I'd ever experienced it.

"Geuleom eodiseobuteo sijaghalkka? [So where do we start?]" he asked, grabbing his MacBook from the console table.

"Uh, let's plot the chosen site in AutoCAD first, then I'll look for more resources," I replied, my words stuttering slightly as I explained his part.

Minutes passed, and he remained completely focused on his task. Unconsciously, I found myself staring at his face and side profile the entire time. I had always thought his features were good, but up close, it's like, he resembled a perfect statue sculpted by a renowned artist. I couldn't help but be distracted.

"Hey, weakling, do you have AirPods? I need music," he suddenly interrupted, what did he just call me??? How dare him.

"Why would I let you borrow mine, you annoying bastard?" I retorted, feeling a surge of irritation at his audacity.

"Because you're in my house," he replied, flashing me a devilish smile.

Grudgingly, I handed him my AirPods, and he began playing music on Spotify. "Where are your AirPods?" I asked.

"I lost them," he responded casually, prompting me to sarcastically laugh to annoy him. "Wait, you listen to 'Wave to Earth'?" I noticed the playlist he was playing.

He didn't respond verbally, a typical reaction from him. Instead, he simply nodded slightly and continued with his task.

There was something comforting about discovering someone with the same taste in music as you. It felt like a hidden connection that effortlessly bound people together.

*1 hour later (9:30 pm)

"Hey, Sungjin, I'm getting tired. Do you have coffee?" I called out, noticing his intense focus on finishing the dimensions of the lot. He was still wearing my AirPods, so he probably couldn't hear me. I reached over and removed one of the AirPods, leaning closer to his ear. Before I could say anything, he suddenly looked at me, our faces so close it felt as if our lips almost touched.

"What the hell is wrong with you!" he snapped, his grumpy expression returning as he abruptly stood up from his seat. I caught a glimpse of myself in his standing mirror and realized I was blushing like a tomato.

"Why are you always mad at me?" I asked bravely, refusing to back down.

"That's none of your business, weakhead," he retorted, heading towards the small kitchen counter to prepare mugs.

"Do you like your coffee sweet or bitter?" he inquired as he rummaged through his supplies.

"Why? Are you brewing it?" I noticed a coffee brewer on his counter, leading me to believe he would go through the process of extracting the beans.

"No, it's just the 3-in-1 stuff from the convenience store," he replied casually. I couldn't help but laugh at the contrast between his inquiry about my coffee preferences and his actual plan of simply pouring hot water into the instant mix.