In a charged moment, he pins her between his bare chest and the sofa, questioning, "Do you think I do such shits for every woman?" Succumbing to desire, he admits, "I can't resist you anymore. I love you."
I would never fall in love again until I found her
I said, "I would never fall unless it's you I fall into"
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As Yoongi's mind sifted through the fragments of his high school memories, a particular scene rose to the surface with vivid clarity. He recalled the day he had been tasked with delivering a list to the librarian, a mundane errand that had unexpectedly brought him face-to-face with Mihi in the library.
As Yoongi made his way through the hushed aisles of the library, his footsteps muffled by the thick carpeting beneath his feet, he spotted Mihi in the distance. She stood before one of the towering bookshelves, her brow furrowed in concentration as she reached up on tiptoe, her fingers grazing the edge of a book just out of her reach.
Curiosity piqued, Yoongi paused in his tracks, hidden from view behind a row of bookshelves, as he watched Mihi's futile attempts to retrieve the book.
As Yoongi observed Mihi's struggle from his hidden vantage point, he couldn't help but find himself captivated by the scene unfolding before him. With a low voice barely above a whisper, he offered a quiet commentary to himself as he watched.
"Looks like she's having trouble reaching that book," he murmured, a hint of amusement coloring his tone. "Poor thing."
He leaned in slightly, his gaze focused intently on Mihi's determined yet clumsy attempts to dislodge the book from its perch. She hesitated for a moment, her gaze darting nervously around the quiet library, before pulling a pen from her pocket with a determined expression. "She's resourceful, I'll give her that," he remarked, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Using a pen to try and reach it. Not a bad idea."
As Mihi's efforts grew more earnest, Yoongi found himself rooting for her, a sense of empathy welling up within him. "Come on, you can do it," he encouraged softly, his voice laced with encouragement. "Just a little bit more..."
Then, with a sudden thud, the book fell from the shelf, startling Mihi and drawing a sympathetic chuckle from Yoongi. "Well, that wasn't quite what she had in mind," he noted wryly, shaking his head in amusement. "But hey, at least she got the book down." And as Mihi hurriedly gathered up the fallen book and made her retreat, Yoongi couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and affection wash over him, a newfound appreciation for the girl whose presence had once gone unnoticed.
As Yoongi watched Mihi's antics with a mixture of amusement and intrigue, a pang of guilt gnawed at his conscience. He scolded himself inwardly, his voice filled with self-reproach.
"Come on, Yoongi," he chided himself, his tone laced with frustration. "You have a girlfriend, remember?"
He shook his head, trying to push aside the feelings of attraction and admiration that had stirred within him. "This isn't right," he muttered to himself, his words tinged with regret. "You shouldn't be thinking like this."
