✓ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ | Yang Jungwon

Chapter 5

Chapter 5
~Cute Gentleman~

(Dinner)

For today's dinner, I picked out a beautiful wine-red dress. The hem was ruffled and the neckline was a sweetheart one.

I didn't style my short hair, but instead simply let them down.

I hear the doorbell ring. My sign to put on my heels, I'd say.
"Coming" I shout.

His eyes slightly widen, his mouth agape when I open the door, but I do too feel my breath hitching for a moment.
He wore a dark navy blue button down, tucked in in his black trousers and a blazer.

"You look beautiful," he stated with a shy smile on his lips and I chuckle out a sheepish 'Thank you', before quickly gaining my composure again.

He gestures his hands towards the elevator, making way for me to go, and soon after, I can feel his hand on the small of my back, guiding me, his touch feathery, though it's still able to give me a prickling feeling in my stomach.

Once we arrived, he swiftly pulled out a chair for me, though he rather looked clumsy doing so. I find it pretty easy to engage in a conversation with him and his straightforward humor definitely sits right with me.

After half an hour of small talk, our food arrives and with it, our conversation shifts more personal and deep. This shift is unbeknownst to me, however, and I feel comfortable opening up.

"So, why Busan out of all places?"

A smile tucks up my lips "I've been here a couple of times before and my parents also met here.."

"It's a special place to you, I see"

I nod and turn more serious "It is..it's like a comfort place...hmmm," I think about a good metaphorical comparison.

"Busan feels like a warm, cozy blanket on a frigid winter day, you could say" I continue and nod, satisfied by my metaphor.

He smiles at me and nods, his eyes full of earnestness and sympathy.

"And you, Mr. Yang? What are you doing here in Busan? Did you always live here?"

"Yeah, I did. And you don't have to call me Mr. Yang, please, I feel old and I'm not."

"You're not?" I interrupt, even though I know exactly that he's only 4 years older.

He playfully rolls his eyes.
"Ha.ha. So as I was suggesting, let's start calling each other by our first names, how's that? We talked enough to do so, don't you say?"

"Sure, Jungwon," I say, just to try out how his name feels like rolling down my tongue.
It was out of instinct, and I don't know what drove me to do that.

Yesterday I swore myself to keep my distance, but now I realized. Why keep your distance? I don't feel the irresistible attraction towards him (to grab him and kiss him, for example, I mean, I'd never think of doing that with him)
That kind of attraction about which I read about in the books I read- preferably the ones my best friend wrote. Nor do I think he's into me, why would he? We just recently met. I just enjoy talking to him.
Besides, having a new friendship won't hurt, but rather the other way around. I'm flying back in less than a month.