Chapter 3

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He was standing at our front porch

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He was standing at our front porch. His clothes are different now. More fashionable and definitely he's became a head turner. His grey hair suits him, making him look more regal that he already is.

His face was covered with a black mask but I knew it was him.

Sometimes, we thought that the feelings we had for a person has long been gone. That time help it dissipate. That it already evaporated.

Only it was buried. Buried deep inside and exhumed the moment I saw him.


The romantic feelings surfaced. The pain also did. I knew he was here not for me.



He keeps looking inside and even if he wouldn't tell me, I knew.



I knew he was looking for Hani.


The odds are never in my favor.

"Stalking is punishable by the law now." He made a little jump when he heard me.

"If you can prove it. How long does it take for it to be consider stalking?" He immediately bantered.



"It's not the time constraint but the intention."

"My intention is as pure as my heart."

"Which is not pure at all."

Namjoon tried to find a valid comeback but he groaned in frustration as we both laughed.

"God, you got me, I'm rusty." He said as he turned around and gave me a quick hug.

"Hi Rusty, I'm Jan." I said.

He gave a hearty laugh as he messed my hair.

"She doesn't live here anymore." I said.

"Who?" He pretended.

"Dumbledore." I said.

"Who said I was looking for him? I was looking for Hagrid."

I smirked at him. "Namjoon, you don't want a TRO against you. What brings you here? I mean years after the blood bath."

"I just wanna see her again. I saw her at the airport." He removed his mask and I saw his dimples again.

"Which means you already know she has a boyfriend. So what brings you here."

"I wanna talk to her."

Of course, he wasn't the first one. She's like a chocolate and all her exes are ants. They all went back to take her back.

I'm a fucking bitter gourd compared to her. No ant wants me.


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