"I'm counting right, Muffin. You broke the kiss without finishing the time limit. Now, start from the beginning," he said, a playful glint in his eyes.
"This is insane! You're cheating!" she protested, but she couldn't help but laugh.
With a smirk, Jimin leaned in closer. "Muffin, I think I need to read your diary..." he said, reaching for her bag where her diary was tucked away.
"No!" YN exclaimed, quickly grabbing his hand and pulling him close again. Before she knew it, she kissed him on the cheek once more, this time counting with her fingers so he could see.
"One...Two...Three... four... five," she whispered, feeling a mix of thrill and embarrassment.
Jimin's expression softened, and he chuckled, clearly enjoying the game. "See? That wasn't so bad, was it?"
YN couldn't help but smile, her heart racing. "There. Happy now?" she huffed.
Jimin's eyes sparkled. "Very happy. But remember... we still have four more to go."
"Okay, okay! Can I have my diary back now?" she asked, trying to regain some semblance of seriousness.
Jimin leaned back slightly, his smile lingering. "Not yet, Muffin. We still have four more kisses to go,he ruffled YN's hair, he leaned in with a teasing smirk. "See you tomorrow night, Muffin," he said before walking off, leaving her standing there, flustered.
YN stood still for a moment, her fingers absentmindedly touching her hair where he'd ruffled it. A small, involuntary smile crept onto her face, though confusion soon followed. Tomorrow night? she thought. Why did he say tomorrow night? It's Saturday tomorrow, we don't even have college. She mumbled to herself, still perplexed as she made her way out of the building with Bora by her side.
As they walked home, Bora couldn't resist. "So... did you kiss him?"
YN shot her a look, half-annoyed and half-amused. "Stop it, Bora. He's insane."
Bora laughed, clearly not buying it. "So, it means you kissed him, huh? Ha ha ha!"
YN groaned in frustration, but a faint blush appeared on her cheeks. "I'm going to kill him," she muttered under her breath, quickening her pace, while Bora's laughter echoed behind her.
The entire walk home, YN's mind was racing, still stuck on what Jimin had meant by tomorrow night.
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YN spent the weekend with her family, she tried to shake off her disappointment about Jimin's silence. She texted Scribbler and shared a few laughs with Bora during their shopping trip on Sunday. But as she settled into her room that night, her thoughts drifted back to Jimin.
Sitting on her bed, she kept glancing at her phone, hoping for a message. The screen lit up, but it was only texts from Scribbler, Bora, and her mom. A sigh escaped her lips.
YN's POV: He said he would meet me on Saturday night, but there's no sign of him. He didn't even text me. Today is Sunday... I think he forgot. How can he even forget kisses? Ughhhh, why am I waiting for kisses? What's happening to me?
Frustrated, YN tossed her phone onto her bed. I need a shower.
Shrugging off her thoughts, she made her way to the bathroom. The warm water washed over her, and for a moment, it cleared her mind. After her shower, she wrapped herself in a cozy bathrobe, drying her hair in front of the mirror.
Just then, she heard a soft knock on her window. YN froze, her heart racing. Who could that be?
Curiosity piqued, she moved closer and peeked through the curtain. To her surprise, she saw Jimin standing outside, a playful grin on his face, illuminated by the soft glow of the streetlight.
"What are you doing here?" YN exclaimed, swinging open the window.
Jimin leaned against the wall, looking effortlessly charming. "Waiting for you. Didn't you get my message?"
YN blinked in disbelief. "Message? No! You didn't text me at all!"
He shrugged, feigning innocence. "Oh, I must have forgotten... or maybe I just wanted to surprise you."
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