This Must Be Love

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 7

Joon dropped me off at the mall since Dae wanted to meet me there.

“Thanks again, detective.” I gave him a small bow before getting out of his car.

“Oh, wait.” I heard him say after I closed the door.

I looked at him as he rolled down the window.

“Fair warning, if I may.” He looked at me sincerely.

I nodded.

“I suggest you spend as much as you can with him now,” Joon shook his head, “a life must be paid and I’m damn sure it won’t be yours.”

I stared at him before blinking back to reality. I nodded and he drove off.

A life must be paid and I’m damn sure it won’t be yours.

Oh shit. I feel like crying all over again *jjingjjing cry* andwae~ WAHHH

Keep yourself together, Park Min Young. Aish jinjja.

My pocket vibrated and I know that it’s Dae Hyun.

“Yeoboseyo?” I composed myself.

“Ya, where the hell are you?!?” Dae Hyun nagged.

I snickered and started walking, I didn’t put the phone down. I wanted to cherish every moment with him. I need to… I can’t imagine not being around… AISH STOP WITH THIS YOU CAN’T CRY NOW.

So Dae brought me to the ice skating rink and we goofed around. He was being extra touchy though, aish Jung Dae Hyun now I know why you chose this T_T YA BYUNTAE (pervert)

“Careful.” He said. He was skating behind me, his arms supporting mine and his hands holding mine.

I smiled and bit my lip from letting that smile go all the way to my ears, “Ya, I know your motive for this date.”

“Bwo?” He snickered, “And what, my precious loved one,” he whispered to my ear, “would be my motive for this?”

“So that when I fall,” I thought of a way to fall, “you’d catch me.”

“Now what will I gain with-“

“AAAH!” I managed to lose my balance and fall forward.

“YA!” He wrapped his arms around my waist and hoisted me up against his chest.

I snickered, “Motive, proven.”

“Aish, crazy girl.” Dae Hyun laughed and kissed my cheek.

My eyes widened and I soon felt heat rise to my cheeks as we continued to skate around.

After skating we headed home since oppa was going hysterical about me being out and might not come back home alive. Aigoo… oppa if only you knew what Busan Won Bin’s been up to before he came to Seoul.

Dinner was served by unni and oppa so Dae and I had to wash the dishes. Of course it was no peaceful ceremony.

“YA JUNG DAE HYUN!” I slapped his shoulder as he splashed water on my clothes.

“Wups,” He sheepishly smiled, “my bad.”

“AISH YOU PUNK!”

“YA!”

I just splashed water on his face and that started the glorious goose chase between him in me around the kitchen. We laughed and yelled each other’s name, of course along with incoherent words.