Our Love Story | Kim Seokjin

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Thousands of butterfly

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"Wendy? Are you in there?" said the familiar voice behind my room door. I moaned in irritation because he was knocking my door with no mercy. "Wendy, it's me!"

I sat up straight with a sigh escaped. "Alright, I'm coming—" at least that was what I said. My eyes were too heavy to open as I was back to sleep in a sitting position.

"Wendy...?" his voice was fading in my ears and my body was slowly backing away until I felt the comfortable mattress and pillow.

I guessed I woke up after fifteen minutes because I caught myself drooling on my pillow. "Jin?" I asked loudly, wondering if he was still outside. I suddenly felt guilty for leaving him waiting.

As I got out from my bed, I hurriedly opened the door and something in my heart felt pain. I kind of hoped that he would still wait for me, but he wasn't there—I know it was my fault, but still.

"Aw, were you searching for me?" his voice suddenly appeared when I was turning around to get back inside. I didn't know why I felt giddy but I was smiling from ear to ear when he was standing at the narrow hallway. "Good morning, sleepyhead."

He approached me with the charming smile I adore. "Sorry to keep you waiting," I murmured once I put my hands behind me.

Once he was standing in front of me, I could feel my own heart pumping fast—it was something rare to happen when I was with him. "Apology accepted, sweetheart," he whispered while ruffling my hair.

The way he called me sweetheart was making my stomach flipped. "W-why are you here by the way?" I accidentally stuttered; we were making eye contacts and his eyes were too beautiful for me to see.

"What else? I'm going to kidnap you so we can go for our date!"

It was as if my heart had stop for a moment. "Yeah, well...do you want to get inside first?" I suggested. He eyed me from head to toes and realised that I was still in my pyjamas.

He nodded his head. "Sure, you can take your time," he said before ruffling my hair back. I stepped aside so he could enter, and once he was inside, he plopped himself on my bed.

"I'll take a shower first," I told him—I didn't know why but I kept making a fool of myself. I stumbled a little while walking to the bathroom and I almost slipped when I entered the bathroom.

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He was so close to me that I couldn't breathe properly. Furthermore, he was holding my hand as if we were something. I asked him why we were holding hands and he said; "I don't want my favourite person to get lost."

I wanted to let out a sigh, but my lips were sealed and I was speechless—I wished it was true; being his favourite person.

"So, where are we going again?"