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Chapter 8

Moonbyul

The moment I lean closer, the moment Irene's soul flew out from her body. Her eyes are incredibly shut as she scrunched her face, waiting for my presence of touch to meet hers.

She's cute.

I just really wanted to do this to tease her, to make fun of her reaction knowing she's gonna get mad at me for it. But as I inch closer, my mind rebooted and before I knew it, I'm leaning so close that it almost touches our lips. Why can't I stop myself from leaning forward? Is it because of her scent that embraces me so dearly or is it because my heart can't actually stop beating so fast inside my chest? The answer is not in the choices.

The answer is because I just wanted to taste those pretty looking lips of hers, badly.

And before I can actually press my lips to Irene. I remember someone's face, popped out in my head.

Kim Yongsun.

I abruptly took my face away from hers and mentally scolded myself for acting so reckless while Irene is still in her scrunched face, waiting for the kiss to happen. My laugh instantly erupted, making her eyes opened wide and I guess the air flowing in her lungs came back to normal. Her reaction is so priceless and I can't stop myself from laughing.

Teasing Irene is really a mood.
But why am I feeling... disappointed?

"Fuck you! Idiot! Stupid! I hate you moonbyulyi!" Irene angrily exclaimed right infront of my face while she smack my chest repeatedly. Well I can't blame her if she'll get mad for what I've done. That's clearly out of the line.

"Ah! Ouch! I'm sorry I'm just k-kidding. Ouch! Hey! Please spare my life." I dramatically said while I stop her hand, defending my body from the multiple fist colliding in my chest. When she stop hitting me, I bow down and clasp my hand infront of my head to say sorry.

A winning smirk have written in my mouth, waiting for her to say she'll forgive. That's what our life cycle back in the days. I kept teasing her and apologize, she'll accept my sorry and then I'll do it again. Such a happy memories.

Irene just look at me with her not so good face. And if I say not so good, it doesn't mean she's ugly. The hell, she's one of the most attractive idol that ever exist in the whole south east asia. What I mean with not so good is her reaction. I think my apology is not accepted.

I think I'm dead, and I'm scared.

Irene's face can't be describe right now, her cheeks are so red and I saw a few bullet of sweats flowed in her forehead. Does she feel hot? But it is nearly winter and the restroom is air conditioned. Why would she feel hot?

"You think it's funny, byulah?"

Oh no. This is not good.

I move backwards as I cautiously wave my hands at my back, finding some support because Irene is dangerously walking towards me, closing our gaps.

My hands collided with the white wall the restroom contains. And I'm not sure if I would be glad because I found something to grasp for support or, to be scared by the fact that I'm trapped. Both?

Her hands grab the collar of my shirt, gripping hardly in it. Her eyes is so scary that I felt my knees weakened. Help.

That's your fault of being a prankster, moonbyulyi!

"Tell me, you think this kind of stuff is funny?" She asked, voice so soft but I know there is a poison lingered in that question.

I'm not eating or chewing anything in my mouth but I just definitely think I swallowed my saliva like I'm eating some big damn rocks and made it stuck in my throat.