𝐸𝑛𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑠, follows the intense and complicated relationship between Estheric Isa and Jeon Jungkook. Estheric, a photographer with a heart full of dreams, finds herself in a web of passion and betrayal when she becomes entangled wit...
Being stuck in a desolate area during a heavy rainstorm could have been worse. I could have been running from a feral bear or tied to a chair in a dark basement, forced to listen to Aqua's "Barbie Girl" on repeat. Still, the frustration of my situation gnawed at me.
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Inhale. Stay positive.
"A car will show up...any minute now." I stared at my phone, which had been "finding my ride" for the last thirty minutes. Normally, I wouldn't be this anxious. I had a functioning phone and a bus shelter to shield me from the rain, but Danish’s farewell party was starting in an hour. I still needed to pick up his surprise cake from the bakery, and with the sun setting fast, time was running out.
I should have taken those self-defense classes with Elara.
As I weighed my options, I remembered that the bus didn’t run on weekends and that my friend was attending an embassy event until seven. My rideshare app wasn’t working, and I hadn’t seen a car pass since the rain began. Hitchhiking was out of the question—I’d seen too many horror movies to go down that road. My last resort was to call my brother.
I accessed his contact, whispered a silent prayer, and pressed the call button.
One ring. Two rings. Three.
"What's wrong?" Danish answered, his tone cutting through the rain's patter.
"Hello to you too, dear brother. What gives you the impression something is wrong?"
"You called me. You never call unless you're in trouble."
"Okay, maybe I'm stranded. I can't find a ride, and I'm not near public transport."
"Where are you?"
I explained my situation.
"What on earth are you doing there? That's an hour away from campus!"
"I had an engagement shoot. It's just thirty minutes normally." Thunder rumbled, and I pressed back into the shelter as the rain intensified.
A rustling sound came from his side of the call, followed by a soft moan.
I hesitated, convinced I had misheard, but no, there it was again. "Are you having sex right now?" I whisper-yelled, horrified.
"Technically, no," he replied, sounding unapologetic.
The word "technically" left little to the imagination. I had no desire to learn more about Danish's private life, especially not now.
"Danish."
"Hey, you're the one who called me." I heard a muffled feminine laugh that made my stomach churn. "One of the guys took my car to get ice. Just drop a pin on your location. Do you still have the pepper spray I got you for your birthday last year?"
