philophobia | j.hoseok

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"can you stop following me?"
"i'm just simply making sure you get home safely."

i rolled my eyes slightly as i kept walking but then came to a stop. i turned around to face him. "this is where you stop. i'm not letting you figure out where i live."

he pouted cutely. "can i get your number then?"

"yah! what kind of manners is that? asking a stranger for a number," i scoffed and looked at him annoyed. he stood there silent at first. i noticed he was hesitant to speak, so i sighed.

"goodbye." i was just about to turn my back to him when suddenly he shouted. "wait!"

i stopped and turned to look at him. he walked up to me and took my hand placing yet again the burgundy scarf onto it. "seriously? again? can you quit wi–"

"just take it. i'll be satified with it if you do," he said looking at me. in his eyes i could see him pleading and for a moment there a part of me felt.. bad. but i snapped myself out of it. instead of throwing it back to him, i held the burgundy scarf in my hand.

i arrived home that evening, throwing my purse onto the couch and sat down on it. and suddenly his scent of cologne filled my nostrils. i looked down at the scarf that was on my lap, and a heavily sigh escaped my lips.

"couldn't he have gotten a better color.."

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