Love Me. Please?

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The night was misty and fresh. Min-seo could smell the scent of her own perfume mixed with the aroma of tasty food coming from the restaurant down the street. She walked out of the apartment block with a sense of confidence.

She was wearing a purple knit jumper, a beanie and scarf and tight ripped blue jeans. After all it was cold outside.

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The bar was thriving with people on that particular night. She had just managed to get a drink before being shoved back into the crowd. It was as if the next turn of events happened in slow motion. She bumped into someone behind her while being pushed back. She made an effort to turn around to apologize but lost her balance and spilt her drink all over their shirt. His shirt. Correction. She looked up to see a young man around her age. He was quite handsome and was very tall.

Min-seo snapped out of her trance and began to speak " Omigosh, I'm so sorr-"

She was cut off.

The man pushed his finger against her lips. " It's perfectly alright, you look injured, let's get you home"

The way he spoke was soothing and gentle. He seemed quite intelligent.

Min-seo looked down at her foot where the guy was pointing. Her ankle looked swollen and began to hurt really badly. She must of tumbled on it when she spilt the drink.

" Oh, um. Yeah." She replied uneasily.

She felt him grab her as she fell to the ground in shock and pain. That was the last thing she remembered from that night.

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Min-seo woke up in her apartment. Her bedside clock read the time 4:20 am. It was early. Blurry memories came in and out of her head from last night. She remembered the poor guy who she had spilt her drink on. Then she remembers fainting. She quickly looked down at her ankle. An ice pack was rested on it. Who had done that? She suddenly noticed a note on her bedside table. It said:

Hey,

It will probably be morning by the time you read this. I put an ice pack on your ankle. I hope you are feeling better.

:)

From: Kim Namjoon

She turned the handwritten note over and on the back was a phone number. Did this mysterious guy give her his phone number? Was it his? Why had he helped her so much?

And most importantly. What happened last night? ...