"He's everything cuss-worthy, but I'd still love to call him mine."
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When your everyday nerdy girl falls in love with her not-so-friendly friend ?
Story of an extremely savage guy whose looks are as rude as him and a nerd who thinks there's n...
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Maybe back then A little Just this much If I got the courage to stand before you Would everything be different now
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On my way back home, I took a bus as it was not that late in the evening and sun was beginning to set . Jin oppa offered to drive me home but I refused as it wasn't that far. Jihyo and Yeri were going to drove through their solicitous boyfriends and Soo Jung and Liz were dropped by Jimin and Namjoon . And I was going to travel alone.
Hah! What if he had offered me to – Shush your blabbers Hyeri , what are you even thinking .
My head resting at the window pane, I was observing the lights outside. Sky, still blue but dull and grading towards darker. My brain recalled all the drama that happened a few hours ago and I was expecting that it wouldn't happen again. Only if he wouldn't appear in front of my eyes. relieving every stinging thought aside, I closed my eyes in peace.
After a count of bus stopping at around 4 stations, my phone buzzed in my bag. I took it out with my eyes still shut and placed it near my right ear, receiving the call without sparing a glance to the caller's Id.
"H-Hye–" For a second ,I couldn't recognize the voice . I opened my eyes in an instant and looked at the screen. Oh, Baek.
"Baek , " "Hye-eei," "Hi ! ", I responded similar to his greeting. I think he was trying to say 'Hi '. But what happened to his tone .
"Ri-ah, " He whispered from the other side , his voice sounded raspy. Though he was older but we were never on the name to name terms. "Baek , do you know what–"
"Ri-ah ,I l-love you!" , he stuttered but still conveyed the words . I detached the phone from my ear. Trying to figure out what he was actually saying.
Wait, is he drunk. Must be. the heck, who idiot gets drunk in the freaking daylights? Fine it's not really daytime but still it's not even night yet. This guy!
I got back on the phone and tried to honey-coat my voice as sweetest as possible but because it's me so I couldn't force it more.
"Baek, listen. Tell me about your location. Tell me, I'll get you from there."
Gosh this monster sized guy wrapped in cotton candy package is not even a kid but why do I feel like pampering him? Heck am I the only one here to bear these guys.
I asked him for almost 10th time about his location, almost giving up.
"thele iz a windowh hele-here. shun is droppi'n down, ow its droppi'n ~its droppi'n .it's droppi'n somewhwere. And thele-thsele is a bridge with a wlue wuildhi'n on the othzele shide. Oh thsele izz a big Phee Khaay hanghing withz itt."
I roamed my head around and figured out what location he was talking about. It was near, some two stops back. I waited for a few and got off the bus. That droppi'n droppi'n ball of fire stared at me, I stared back because it was getting dim and dimmer, I smiled at myself before taking another bus back to that PK telecom towers.
By Reaching there, I searched for a few bars around in the neighborhood, by what he had pictured out for me. Walking on a sidewalk, I soon found him waving at the droppi'n fire ball. As soon as he caught the sight of me, he quickly got up and I gestured him to sit while running inside the small café cum bar.
"How they even allow you to sit here and get drunk in the bright daylights?" I spat, figuratively. "Do you even how much time I had to spent in search for you? How long I had to travel just to grab this drunk head of yours and-"
"...and kiss me?" He giggled to himself. Trying to blushing may be. And looking like some poodle. But a hilarious one. I almost vomited seeing a guy acting all fluffy. Obviously I was only used to burning glares and sky-pouncing attitudes of Yoon's.
Oh did I just gave him a nickname? A smile crept on my face but Baek picked it up, unfortunately and began to drag.
"So you really ran all the way here to kiss me. Oh, I'm flattered."
He tried to do ayegyo made flower face with his hands. I tried hard to not to gag this time.
"Kiss your ass! What are you? Some 13 years old girl, all blushing over her crush." He pouted." I came here to smack your head, "with that I actually smacked hard at his head. "...and to send you home. You dumb-headed guy doesn't even has drinking norms. People drink at night, Byun Baekhyun!"
Huff, now I had to drag his flat ass to some taxi and send him home. I don't even know where he lives. I checked his pockets which he reluctantly allowed while whining like a kid with his head resting frankly at my shoulder. What's with these guys going all easy with me, always invading my personal sphere. In his wallet to check his address or something related, I found a card, a minimalistic business card.
My eyes widened, likely to coming out of their sockets. I stepped away, his head fell from my shoulder. He whined loudly this time but my mind , my eyes were just focused on that card. I read the information written over it for almost four times, kept looking at him and that card back and forth.
That business card's owner was this drunken head standing in front of me, giggling like a kid. This Byun-Richie-Baekhyun was the CEO of that blue building with Phee Khay hanging with it. For the second time, yes he's the rich guy in this story who is my cutesy little junior or may be just disguising to be one. This revelation was causing me to space out for long minutes because now I had to find the way to contact his personal driver to take him home. Obviously this Richie Rich must have his own personal driver or may be more than I expect.
His phone had no pass code fortunately and through that I found his driver's number and contacted him. That oh so faithful man requested me in a leaning tone to not to let him out of the leash and take care of him all the while, he'll arrive. As if what I was doing all this while?
As my eyes roamed around the café, tackling his nth attempts of grabbing my hand in his, my eyes settled on a raven haired guy with his head bumped on the table in a corner. I would have thought that he was sleeping but his continuous rhythmic tapping on the table diminished my doubts. He looked familiar. He looked Yoon.
Oh lord, he was Yoon. His fingers, those veiny hands that I could even spot from this distance were his.
Ah what to do these two guys. Why do I always get stuck between them?
