the key | ksj

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"kidding,"

you guffawed at my reaction but seconds into it, you quietened down. pulling a straight face, you then explained to me,

"the truth is, i lost my key. you know? the one which was hanging around my neck the whole time i was speaking to you yesterday?"

you led me into the conversation and stupidly, i found myself nodding my head to your words. and right away, you narrowed your eyes at me in suspicion.

"and.. i suspect that you might have stolen it. i saw you eyeing on it yesterday while we were crossing the street. now, give it back to me,"

my eyes widened at your accusation. although i do admit that the key was the very first thing which caught my attention when you first stood by me, i swear that i wasn't affiliated with it, at all. raising both of my hands, i looked like an idiot trying to convince you that i wasn't involved but what surprised me next was when your eyes flickered over to my bag. i saw them growing big gradually after, as if you had seen something extraordinary and at the next moment, you clicked your tongue before you flicked your head to show me to the direction of my bag. i followed your gaze of course, but when i turned to see the shining object lying peacefully on top of my books inside, i let out a loud gasp.

"shit! how did this get in here?!"
"that's a very good question to ask yourself,"

by then, you had your arms crossed over your chest and sniggering at me, you warned me before you snatched away the key back from my hands,

"now, don't you think that you deserve a little punishment?"