[NOT AN MAFIA OBESSION STORY]
KIM TAEHYUNG✭
~And when she looks at me, I swear I can't breath!
A handsome-good looking man, who happens to be perfect and he is perfect just like his work and style. His gaze as Ice and demeanor that can freeze a room...
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As I gaze out the window of my room, I'm met with a nostalgic smile. The plants I tenderly sowed years ago now stand tall and proud, their lush green leaves rustling gently in the breeze.
It's hard to believe it's been four years since I first nurtured them, watching them grow and flourish alongside my own journey.
Time has slipped away like sand between my fingers, and yet, the memories of these past four years remain vivid and dear.
They've been a testament to the joy and love that's blossomed in my life, especially with Taehyung by my side. His unwavering care and attention have been a constant source of happiness, ensuring that every moment we share is filled with laughter and warmth.
What's remarkable is that our love hasn't waned with time; instead, it has deepened, much like the roots of these plants. Taehyung's presence in my life has been a steady reminder of the beauty and wonder that can unfold when two hearts connect.
I was lost in my art, the brush dancing across the canvas as I brought the vibrant plants to life. My room was a serene oasis, the only sound the soft scratch of the bristles on the fabric.
Everything was going perfect until- "Mimi."
A cute voice caught my attention.
That's when I felt a tiny tug on my clothes from behind. I turned around, rolling my chair, to face the culprit - three-year-old Dohyun, his big brown eyes sparkling with mischief.
"What's wrong, little Euni?" I asked, ruffling his curly hair with a chuckle.
He held up my phone, his lower lip jutting out in a pout, the lock screen staring back at me. This was the 12th time he'd turned it off, and now he wanted me to unlock it again.
I sighed, "Enough, buddy. Time for cartoons is over. Hand it back, please."
I extended my hand, attempting to look stern, but he just giggled and hid the phone behind his back, shaking his head vigorously.
"Please Mimi. Just one more time."
He pleaded, using the nickname he'd coined for me. My heart melted at the sight of his chubby cheeks and pleading eyes.
Dohyun and I were the best of friends, and moments like these made me cherish our bond even more. I couldn't resist his charm, and I knew I'd soon find myself surrendering to his demands, just as I always did.
