[Sugar series Book 1]
"Let's see... what are we gonna have? A little summer romance, huh?"
"Well..."
"Well?"
"Well, if a summer romance means getting really attached to each other and not letting go no matter what, then I guess we can have a little...
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"Hello?" she spoke with a wildly beating heart, almost doubting if he could hear it thumping over the phone.
"Aisha?" a manly voice sounded from the other end, and she gasped. She loved how he called her name.
"Chan," she smiled over the line.
"Your voice is really pretty, Aisha," she could hear him smile at the end of his sentence.
"Thanks... I really don't know what else to say," she chuckled, and she heard the most adorable giggle she had heard in years.
Why is he so lovable? – she thought while hearing him speak,
"Me too... I just wanted to hear your voice."
"Why, though?"
"Uh..." he went silent, and for a moment, Aisha thought that she had asked something wrong. Just as she was about to correct herself, she heard him say,
"I, uh..."
"Hm?"
"Um."
"What is it?" she laughed at his awkwardness, knowing how she was just as awkward. They were the same.
"I can't tell you," he lied through his teeth, and she furrowed her eyebrows.
"Why?"
"You won't like it," she heard him breathe heavily.
A frown now curved her lips downwards. What did he mean by that?
"I wanna know..." she mumbled lowly.
"Seriously, you won't talk to me if I tell you why," she heard Chan say, and her frown deepened.
"What is it? I'm really curious now," Aisha emphasized on her words, knowing she was probably going to get her heart broken. She liked him, and by the looks of what he was hiding, she didn't know if he liked her back.
"Uh, what do you think about me?" he questioned.
"Huh?"
"Yeah, please tell me," she could hear some desperation in his voice.
"Well, you're a wonderful guy who has a really great voice, and an amazing personality. You're just... amazing. I don't know any more words, apparently."
He laughed. That seemed to ease her tension.
"Won't you tell me what you think about me?" she asked.
"You... you're so precious," he paused, "Like, I'm at a loss of words as to how I can describe you. You're so dear to me now; you're incredible in every way."
Aisha's face was now colored crimson, and she lightly breathed on the call.
"Is that what you really think of me?" she cautiously asked, and he hummed.
"I-" He began, but the sound of a door opening was heard, and all of a sudden, he spoke in a hushed and panicked voice, "I gotta go. Let's continue this sometime else?"
"O-Okay, bye."
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Hyunjin grabbed the phone, and obviously knowing his password, he opened the call log.
