𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝘀 Rҽԃ [ 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐱 𝐅𝐅 ]

匚卄 : 8

❝ I want to write poems
on your skin with my lips. ❞

 
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Felix's POV :-

As we stepped into the showroom, the receptionist greeted us with a bow, to which Hyunjin simply nodded in acknowledgement. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of influence he had to be received with such respect. "What can I get for you, sir?" a worker approached us.

"Angel, tell them," Hyunjin instructed me, his words causing my world to momentarily halt. How could I explain that I needed a dress when the thought of buying one offline had always filled me with dread? I hoped Hyunjin would speak for me, but instead, he continued to look down at me while the worker bowed, a gesture that seemed excessive even for a showroom.

Feeling the weight of their expectant gazes, I hesitated before finally mustering the courage to speak. "Um... We're looking for a dress," I managed to say, my voice tinged with uncertainty. The worker, finally lifting his head, inquired, "May I ask which type of dress you would like?"

"Something elegant but not too flashy," I replied, trying to convey my preferences without revealing too much of my discomfort.

The worker nodded thoughtfully, his eyes scanning the racks of dresses around us. "We have a lot of options that might suit your taste," he said, gesturing for us to follow him. As we walked through the showroom, I couldn't shake the feeling of being out of place.

As we entered the section of the showroom filled with hundreds of beautiful dresses, the worker gestured for us to explore and find what caught our eye. I nodded in acknowledgement, grateful for the opportunity to browse at my own pace.

Suddenly, Hyunjin's voice cut through the air like a whisper, commanding and cold. "Leave," he instructed the worker, his tone leaving no space for argument. Once again, the worker bowed respectfully and quietly exited the area, leaving us alone among the rows of dresses.

I couldn't tear my gaze away from Hyunjin, his features illuminated by the harsh, white lights of the showroom. He looked almost ethereal, and I found myself captivated by his presence.

"Angel, you're getting a bit distracted," he whispered. A soft smile graced his lips, the first I'd seen since we'd left the car.

"Sorry," I stammered, feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment. Quickly, I averted my gaze and hurried forward, pretending to browse through the dresses to hide my embarrassment. Despite my attempt to regain composure, I couldn't shake the lingering warmth of his smile.

"Are you alright?" he asked softly as he stood behind me, his voice filled with genuine concern.

I turned to him and glanced up, meeting his gaze briefly before quickly looking away. "Yeah, I'm fine," I replied, trying to sound casual despite the heat rising in my cheeks.

He stepped closer, his expression gentle. "You don't have to be nervous," he reassured me, his hand reaching out to gently tilt my chin up so our eyes met. "Just be yourself."

With a nod, I took a deep breath and let his words sink in, allowing myself to relax into the moment.

"Thanks," I murmured, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips.

He flashed me a reassuring smile before turning his attention to the racks of dresses. With practised ease, he began to sift through the garments, his fingers deftly moving from one hanger to the next.

"This one would look amazing on you," he remarked, holding up a vibrant red dress with delicate lace detailing. "It's bold, just like you."

I couldn't help but admire the dress as he held it up for me to see. The rich colour and intricate design spoke to my sense of style, and I found myself nodding in agreement.