HER GODMAN, HIS ESTEEM | 𝗔𝗨 | namjoon × enne

the terrace night|8

𝐻𝐸𝑅 𝐺𝑂𝐷𝑀𝐴𝑁 𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝐸𝑆𝑇𝐸𝐸𝑀 | 8
THE TARRACE NIGHT | E N N E

THREE DAYS LATER.

I was laying on my cosy bed thinking about these gone five days in a jiff. I want to go again in those times. Just not that club night. It's a tragedy for me.

This time, i'm enjoying the summer holidays a little more with the presence of my friends. Five days passed by and we are adapted to the waters of London. We went clubs, cafés, a beach and street travelling.

I don't know what more things can take place in the upcoming days.

In the midst of my thoughts, a disturbance took an irruption as my phone chimed with vibration as it was in vibration mode. I checked it, and an unknown number was calling me. Who would it be in this time? It was 9 at night already.

"Hello, who's this?" I picked up the call from an unknown number.

"Where are you?" My mind stopped working as it processed the man speaking in the call. Yes, it was a man. And not only a man but--

It was him, even if i'm dead laid, i can still recognise this antique pieced voice that was placed in the museum of my mind. How it stabs me often since the time i met him.

"Mr. Lee? How did you get my number?"

"Come to the terrace, i'm waitin' for you." What the fuck he want from me? We were having short talks, more over an agreement in these times. Why did he want me this time?

"But wait-- hello hello." And he cut the call without pairing attention to my sentence. '...i'm waitin' for you.' This was so insane to think. Why is he waiting for me? Now what the fuck he wants from me, huh?

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I got to the terrace and searched for him. A man in an oversized black shirt was visible in my eyesight with some bears. Now what the hell is he doin'?

"How did you get my number?" I said in annoyance with my hands on the waist as he turned his head to see me. The dimples were on their way as he smiled looking at me.

Don't smile, it melts my stoned heart.

"Oh, you came! Have a seat." He was seated on the floor of the terrace as i took a place next to him, just a few inches afar.

"Want some drink?"

"No thanks, i'll lose my senses." The club night, which was recently named as 'Destruction night' again made an entrance to my mind. The fuck, i want to lose my memory now.

"Don't worry Enne, you'll not. Even if you did i'm there, like last night." So today's job is to tease me. Come take the pleasure cause i'm being teased. Congratulations, your mission is successful, mister.

I took a cane of cold bear as he touched it with his cane and exclaimed with "Cheers!"

We didn't exchange any words, just taking sips and sips.

C'mon, i need to speak out about something to start the conversion. I can't set up like this, being a mute.

"How did you get up to my number?" Finally, I got an excuse. Yay.

"I have my ways, Enne." That was hardly a mumble, more over like hoarse whispers. He said while gulping as our eyes were adoring the sight of the city with lights like stars.