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should I keep writing ? I don't know if you guys like my work or not ... or like if I should change some things ... I'll keep writing for fun I guess but I'd really love to know if you guys like it or if it's no use posting ...
Dahyun POV :
Is she seriously thinking she can get me into bed that easily?! I'm gonna call Mark to turn around quickly and come get me.
"It's to give you proper clothes" what ?
"What's wrong with my clothes huh ?" Isn't she tired of making fun of me?! I can't with this gi-
"Nothing you look great" she's smiling widely.
Oh ahah ... "it's for your safety" I raise a brow. She grabs my wrist and pulls me to her room. Woooow it's really nice and organized. Huh there are no pictures of her friends or family. Oh well. She goes to her closet and grabs some clothes.
"Biking accidents, although very rare, often turn out to be dangerous for the riders because of their lack of protection. The clothes you are wearing won't protect you at all from a fall. So here are some padded jeans and a biking jacket. As well as ... where are they... ah here gloves. Here's a bag, put your other stuff in it. I'm taller than you so the clothes should fit. I'll go change into mine in the bathroom."
I'm left speechless in her room. She's actually taking care of me. God she's so nice... I need to apologize. But first... I'm gonna snoop around a bit.
Why am I like this ughhh.
Everything is neatly organized. Her bed is made and there isn't a crinkle on it. The colors are all matching with each other. Onto her desk ... her books and papers are all sorted. I'm impressed. Oooh what's that paper on her bedside table. Sachi Ishida. I turn the paper around it's a picture of a woman. It's the only crinkled thing in here.
"Are you ready ?" She comes inside. I quickly turn around.
"Uh no not yet..."
"You know snooping is impolite" her face is stern.
"Is that your mother ?"
"Yeah" she takes the picture from me and stares at it.
"You must miss her. I imagine she's in Japan ?" I start putting the clothes she laid out for me.
"She passed away when I was 16." Oh god Dahyun great. Amazing way to set a nice mood. "I do miss her a lot" her eyes are getting teary.
"I'm so sorry" I feel horrible... what do I do...
"It's okay. You didn't know." Her voice is filled with sadness...
"What about your dad and siblings ?" Great of course keep talking about her family that'll work pabo.
"I don't have siblings, and my dad... well he uh" her face turned cold, not a good relationship with him I suppose "he's not in my life" her voice is harsh. Great just great.
"Oh... sorry to bring it up" I'm an idiot!
"It's okay... anyways let's get going" I follow her quietly. Fuck she seems so sad now. What do I do ? We get down to the garage of her building and we still haven't spoken. I'm walking a little bit behind her. I don't know what comes over me and grab her into a tight back hug. I really love the way she smells god... she gently caresses my hands and leans her head on mine. It feels so nice to have her close to me...
I gently pull out of the hug and give her a small smile. She looks at me kindly and smiles back. She points at the bike in front of her.
"This is our ride" this bike is beautiful but fuck it seems so dangerous. I hate this, I'm not one of those thrill seeking nuts. But anyways.
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