❝ But the star can't shine alone without the moon ❞
Sooyun flies to South Korea to complete her grandfather's wishes, except the task is much more than just pretending to be someone she isn't.
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Ever since Sooyun's sworn brother took h...
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❝ Dawn breaks, but I won't let you break ❞
S O O Y U N
I COULDN'T BELIEVE WORLDWIDE HANDSOMEWAS standing right in front of me. Scratch that—Kim SeokJin, the third guy from the left. The guy with an adorable, silly, humble, and characteristic personality. Those light caramel puppy eyes that seem to shine and those plump lips curving ever so slightly blossom into a rose smile, and when he laughs I might as well not hold in my laughter.
His laugh—a windshield.
Figuratively speaking, I'm still shaking, trying so hard not to squeal, smile, even scream.
"Park Sooyun," he says my name so stern on the tongue but when his eyes meet my gaze, I'm about to explode.
The warmth and pressure of Hajoon's hand press down on my shoulder, and I look to my right—at him.
And he smiles, whispers something really quick in my ear as my eyes catch a quick glance at the tall, broad-shouldered, soft chestnut who seemingly caught me looking at him.
My cheeks redden.
"Uh—How should I put this . . . ah, I know! You can get free pizza. It's a free pizza day anyway!" I say enthusiastically, clasping my hands together and tilt my head and smile awkwardly out of complete pure embarrassment.
This was not how I imagined I'd meet Bangtan Soyeondan or one of the members or any other idol. Great job, Sooyun.
TREMENDOUS!
"Excuse me? I'd love free pizza, but this is not the reason why I'm here," momentous flows out of his mouth, his eyes have darkened and the muscles in his shoulders have relaxed.
He sighs before lifting himself on the counter.
Well, this is disrespectful.
I actually don't mind, hahaha.
Seokjin studies me with his head angled to the right and then blinks, looks to the far right as to recalling something significant.
What he does next is he the most adorable thing ever.
Scratch that—the most dangerous thing.
He reaches his hand out slowly while I'm a standing statue unable to witness what's occurring before my very own eyes.
I feel the warmth of his palm against my cheek.
Right, when his hand slides from my cheek and his fingers slip through my hair, letting the strands slide from the tips of his fingers . . . everything inside me has been touched with fire.
