A Dazed Scent (WIP)

pt. 4

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒

song recommendation for this section:
"Picture of Us" by beabadoobee

The sky was starting to grey, growing duller, yet softer and the natural hum of the area began to fade; warm nostalgic street lamps glowing softly embracing the corners of their asigned position, as if they're telling you: 'feel comfy in my warmth' despite the sombre welkin, the sky, ceasing to illuminate one's vision. It was leaving. And the warm, snug hues of the streetlight was covering her.

She looked up into the eyes of the individual before her, raising her head in a frantic, apologetically, until she met his eyes. Although she was supposed to be panicked, she felt like melting and the dampness in her throat started growing dry under his, well quite ordinary gaze. The corners of his eyes lifted up slightly in amusment to whatever he was here to tell her. And she was here, almost melting for some reason while a million questions sparked in her head.

She snapped back into reality and bowed sincerely at Minho, random apologetic mumbles slipping from her mouth as she stuttered and struggled to gather any coherent sentence.

"s-sorry! i uh ah bsjwhs i was on my- my texting thing, the phone! and my eyes failed to- i mean i didn't see you! Sorry for bothering minho!"
She quickly shuffled out of his way, and began to walk in a fast pace, she didn't know what was going through her mind so she concluded that it was probably her anxiety of meeting Minho again, probably because he was a famous idol after all. Probably?
"Hey- wait-"
She stopped in her tracks immediately, even though she wanted to run away, she couldn't. Not when her mind felt so warm... here. Why was she relieved? Wasn't she just anxious about being around him a second ago? I mean she still was, but she still felt warm.

"Why did you run out the other store?"

She turned around hesitantly, looking back at his gaze which had that tinge of amusement in it, but he sounded genuinely curious, as anyone would.
"Ah- you saw?"

He nods casually

She internally face palms herself and tries to muster an excuse, but she didn't want to lie and make it more awkward if he found out, especially since she was incompetent when it comes to lies and facades. She decided to give him a half truth, reason being she didn't know fully why she ran out at the sight of him.

"I was just- my friend, she's the one i said who was a fan and.. I didn't want you to suspect that I told her- NOT THAT I DID- it's just a bit... I guess dodgy that I coincidentally found you again the next day?"
She managed to spit out

Minho nods his head, listening to her intently, but his face showed now surprise nor satisfaction with her answer. She'd usually be able to read people's faces well and reactions, as she was usually a listener not a speaker, so, she could withdraw that the nuances in his expression told her that he already knew. But the dissatisfaction? The way he was expecting an answer, something else?
Another truth as to why she ran out?
Something that wasn't obvious in her concious, but he could dig from her subconscious, just like how she reads the expression on his face to discover his subconscious.

"That's all?"
He replied bluntly
y/n freezes, why was she not sure? Why else would she run off? There must be an additional reason that he's somehow aware of, that she's not. What was he, a subconscious reader? But so was she doing to him. Maybe it was her expression that gave it away? She realised her eyebrows were furrowed and she probably looked like she was in a panic as she was holding her breath. Oh. Maybe she's overthinking? Gosh, she hated being an overthinker, capturing every subtlety in the actions of her and others.
Nonetheless, she brushed it off.