HER GODMAN, HIS ESTEEM | 𝗔𝗨 | namjoon × enne

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𝐻𝐸𝑅 𝐺𝑂𝐷𝑀𝐴𝑁 𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝐸𝑆𝑇𝐸𝐸𝑀| 10
HER PAINTER | E N N E

I felt like anyone jabbed my soul, causing it to tremble like current wires kept exposed to water.

My hands were sweaty, each drop screaming his name, wildly. My cheeks, the pair of two cherries, magenta. My throat felt like someone was choking it already. Already? Yes, his fucking fingers. And that too, he didn't even touch me. Just, fictionally choking me. Just?

"What the actually fuck happened just now?" My mind went blank by the words he just spit. Those were not the words actually, but the sweet milestones to death.

Till i was flushing red and blanked black badly, like an old wine with a black and white movie, him being my fragments. He was all gone. All gone to his room.

I walked inside the room with my blank visage for a terrific reason. Does he know the consequences for those words?

I was on my bed after changing my clothes only in my undies, not even for a single second my mind left those remarks when i was changing, being in my undies.

The goosebumps crawled and danced wildly on my skin when i slightly dared to imagine his damn fucking favour, as i tried my best to not interrupt my mind in those fantasises.

My body was so crawled up that i myself can see it. Like strawberry. Cause of whom? Not him, but his mare words.

Suddenly a message popped with a vibration, luckily gaining my attention. I held my phone and checked it, only to make me pissed off.

Lee:
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Just kidding, my flushed bud :p
Don't take that seriously.
I don't want any other favour when traumatising you is the one you can do me:")
Good night.

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What a suck, Lee. How can he not be so serious? Is this any game of yours? Just kidding, my foot. I don't know who can joke like this? That's insane.

Like are my whole body cell tissues of clowning cells? Cause they really reacted so badly on his joke. A fucking joke. Was that even a joke?

I was so annoyed and overwhelmed by, at the same interval. But my intervals were so immortalised for a thing; he intentionally did it. Not the just the favour ones. But..

"i didn't mean to, but you actually made me commend."

"who said, you want? You needed, girl."

"you indirectly wanted to say that we'll be havin' meetin' like this, all alone."

"i feel like a glowing star when it comes to you."

The flashbacks were playing with my turmoil. Will i be able to sleep good tonight? I don't think so.

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THE 'HER PAINTER' | N A M J O O N

NEXT MORNING.

"Dejasa, how is this?" I asked her to have a look on a keychain as it caught my attention, while we were having our street travelling.

The daylight reflecting on the street was enriching the freshened mind. People were surpassing each other as if they are in any marathon.