"𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍"

PLAN FAIL

I felt weighed down as the intense sunlight touched my skin, making it feel as if it were on fire. The heat was unbearable, almost as if it was roasting humans instead of chickens. It was hard to shake off the lethargy, as my body felt as heavy as a baby elephant.

Every part of me seemed to be pulling me down, cursed gravity. When I tried to open my eyes, the light literally burned them alive, my poor babies.

Where was I? My eyes felt moist, hindering my ability to open them. I rubbed them until it hurts good.

Eventually, I managed to open them, but everything was blurry. I blinked repeatedly, trying to focus. Then I lost my balance and fell onto the floor. Frustrated, I looked around and realized I was in my living room, having somehow ended up from the sofa to the floor.

Still scratching my head, I heard the doorbell ring. Who could it be? Eunwoo? I stumbled to the door, still feeling disheveled, and opened it with irritation, squinting my eyes.

And then I met the most beautiful chocolate brown eyes I had ever seen. I was completely taken aback.

It was Yn!? I gasped in surprise as memories flooded back. She's a witch, the unattractive one, and her eyes looked like the worst kind of brown like poop.

I glared at her, the apparent evil in her gaze making my anger bubble. But her soft pink lips curled into a gentle smile that could melt even the hardest heart.

"I'm sorry for my behavior," she said, sounding apologetic, she should be but I was still too angry with her. Why wouldn't I be? She had humiliated me so easily. Even if she was someone I liked, humiliation wasn't acceptable.

I was too frustrated to think straight, even as her puppy eyes began to soften the icy wall around my heart. Ugh, Jungkook, why are you feeling all fluttery!?

"I'd like to make it up to you," she offered, and I thought, sure, I wouldn't mind because I was too busy admiring her. It seemed I had already forgiven her, even if I didn't want to show it.

"Fine," I groaned, reluctantly. Her radiant smile brightened my world.

"Really!? Let's start over," she exclaimed, suddenly pulling me into a hug. What the hell!? My cheeks flushed, my chest heated, my heart raced, and my stomach did flips as if I were on cloud nine.

Her touch was soft like a gentle breeze, warming me in a way I had never felt before. Was this "LOVE"? This feeling was different, and I loved it.

She released me, feeling strangely empty without her warmth. "How about a coffee?" she asked, leaving me speechless. Looking down, at myself who dressed like a begger even a begger would have dressed better.

"One minute," I replied, rushing to grab a jacket. When I returned, I found her waiting for me. We began walking together, and every glance she cast my way sent a rush of warmth through me.

We entered a nearby café and sat at a table, where I found myself staring at her until she gave me an awkward smile. I realized I might be overreacting and needed to calm down. The waiter approached and asked what she'd like.

"Ice latte," she said, looking at me expectantly. I blanked out, momentarily forgetting my own preferences.

She was the type of girl that makes you forget that you got a type. "Water, please I love water" I finally managed, and she chuckled before the waiter left. We fell into a comfortable silence until he returned with her iced latte and my water. I belatedly thanked him before turning back to her captivating gaze.

"So, what are your plans?" she asked, looking at me with curiosity. As I raised an eyebrow making her clea her throat. Like you are a genius what is your next move? She asked making nod and looked into her lovely lips. "Oh, I’d like to start my own business one day." I took a sip of my tasteless water.

"Wow! About that, I would like to buy your project," she said, startling me so much that I nearly choked on my water. "What!?" I exclaimed in disbelief. I’m not interested in help right now. I want to stand on my own,

"Sorry for the misunderstanding," I apologized, realizing my mistake that I have made, I should have given her the project at that time. However, the fiery look in her eyes felt dangerously intense. Did I screw up again without meaning to?

"What!?" she shouted, causing the entire café to fall silent. I was caught off guard. Did she just yell at me for saying sorry? I looked at her, confused and somehow I felt bad.

My anger overtook me, I was furious. Misunderstanding? Screw that understanding.

When I saw his innocent eyes, I realized they held a deep hurt, like I care. I also noticed the other patrons watching our little drama unfold. I sighed and rolled my eyes before redirecting my focus to him.

"Did I say something wrong?" he asked, genuinely concerned. "Anything wrong? You just made it all seem worse,"

I tried to stay calm, Now what should I do? An evil plan formed in my mind.

As I smirked. "No, but I can help you," I muttered, watching the confusion on his face as I prepared for the game I was about to play with him.

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