“The preps are done,” Lucy muttered, lying on the couch adjacent to mine. I nodded, my lips pouting while my eyes didn’t tear from the bright screen of the iPad I was holding onto. Zooming in on the screen with my thumb and finger, I studied the stark white lines marking the lap we were about to race, tracing every curve and corner with my eyes.
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When you went to your grandma's house after resigning from your job and fell in love with the neighbour who is also a part-timer at your grandma's cafe | Him as a secret agent. Blurb: “Unit 007, 12-3 Cheonho-ro 7-gil, Gwangjin-gu…” I blabbered out my address to a stranger. “Do you really just tell your address to anyone who helps you?” I heard him as he walked beside me before I shook my head, as a ‘no’. “You are the first one,” I announced, reaching the night pole before balancing the side of my arm on it along with my temple. I started at his chest, covered in a black t-shirt. “Why me?” He asked, and I glanced at his lips for a second before looking ahead of me. “Because you are a good boy.” I heard his footsteps getting closer to me. “And so are you, Ms. 007.” I chuckled at the nickname before asking, “How so?” I closed my eyes, tired and intoxicated. “I saw you helping the other girl from a creep back in the club.” He declared. I opened my half-closed eyes, my head turning to him. “You noticed too much.” I declared, making him chuckle as he shrugged his shoulders. “But I am not a good boy as you see me, Ms. 007.” Trying to open my eyes, my gaze met him as his deep voice reached me. He was leaning toward my eye level, staring through me. I could feel the heat rushing through my cold cheeks; his lips were a few inches apart, aligning mine. Blinking at him while staring into his eyes, I gulped. But he didn’t waver even a bit. “Are you trying to threaten me?” I asked, my voice stiff yet sore. “Guess.” He muttered as I squinted my eyes, trying to read through his eyes that were playfully staring into me, but he was serious. “No, you are just warning me of the consequences of mistaking you for a good boy…” I muttered as the words came out dimly, but I watched his eyes turn amused the next second. I gazed down at his lips before looking back into his eyes, and noticed his eyes dipping onto my lips before meeting mine again. “Correct.” He declared as I raised my brows, taking pride in myself.
~Dedication~ To all the girls who are waiting to be claimed by their first love in front of the whole world. So you are going to ignore me after so many years." His words stung your heart and you could feel your throat getting arid and heavy. Reluctantly, lifting your upper eyelids, your chocolaty eyes met his cocoa ones again. The words in your throat were stuck yet your eyes held so many emotions within. Was it a desire? Hope? Regret? Embarrassment or being lost? Blinking your eyes you gulped down a lump in your throat, "Hmm... No. I...I am not. I already had a word with you." You whispered, trying to ignore his gaze but failing miserably, "Really?" You raised one of your eyebrows before raising your feet off the couch followed by him, "There is nothing to talk about or a reason to ignore you, Mr. Kim." Taeyung scrunched his nose at you as you referred to him as 'Mr. Kim'. Letting out a sigh, he pocketed his hands inside his pants before you watched him taking a few steps towards you while you were fixated on your position, "Don't call me that." He declared, making your eyebrows crumple, "What do you mean? You are my client and I am your wedding planner. I am calling you just like I call my other clients-" Taehyung interrupted as he ate up the space between you with his long strides. "No, we aren't." He announced as your frown deepened, "Oh really, then what are we? Partners? Friends? Couples? Lovers? We are both each other's Exes." You declared, trying to keep your voice lower as he towered over your physique yet his globes didn't twitch even for a second, "But we were. We were partners, friends, couples, and lovers and yes we still are each other's something."
I gazed at Jimin’s orbs which were scrutinizing my movements, “What are you doing, Y/N?” I heard his deep voice as he took some steps toward my physique while I sat on the parapet boundary, “Tell me you were the one, right?” I asked with my wobbly voice as the cold air hit my visage making my tresses flow along with them. I let out an uneven suspire, holding onto the parapets with my quivering hands while goosebumps arose all over my body. “Step down right away.” He declared but I just held the parapets stiffly, “No. Tell me the truth.” I spat but only got silence as an answer as I loosened the grip leisurely with my shivering hands and let my body plunge backward taking a last glance at Jimin while I heard him calling my name. Sensing the cold air hitting my back, I gazed up at him as he let out a sigh watching me with his tensed eyes and I clenched my eyes shut letting out a breath, I know, you will save me. You were the one that night and today also you would be the one.
“A dinner date. Just you and me.” I blinked at him, puzzled. Is he joking? No, he isn’t. His eyes told me that he wasn’t in any mood for joking. He was serious. My inner thought blabbered in my brain, but the cat caught my tongue. “I…I don’t know. How can you ask it so casually? I mean— We aren’t even something. I am just your junior—” He waggled his index finger and shook his head, making me bite my tongue. “No. That’s where you are wrong. You are more special than you think you are to me.” My breath hitched at his confession, and I couldn’t control the warmth approaching my cheek. “I know that was sudden, you can take your time.” He declared, and I gulped down nervously. The words were stuck in my throat, and I don’t know how to answer this question. This is the first time someone has asked me out, and I don’t know how to respond. All the other thoughts were blurred, and the chemistry equations were falling like an unsolved puzzle around my brain. He took a glance at his wrist watch and looked back at me with nothing but hope. Hope that I will answer him then and there, but nothing slipped past my mouth. “I’ll be back.” He declared and raised his feet off the chair, making a minimalistic sound against the marble floor. I watched him slide the chair under the table while looking at him, befuddled and puzzled. What am I supposed to do? I blinked and something in me shifted. I pushed myself up from the chair, the scrape of wood against the floor barely registering amidst my racing thoughts. He spun around, his attention captured before I even managed to call out his name. “Taehyung,” I whispered, my voice soft, and I couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes lit up at the sound. He hummed softly in response, turning fully to face me. “I’ll go with you, only if you win today’s match.”
“You like her, don’t you?” I was caught off guard when Jimin asked. Trying to escape the weight of his gaze, I shifted my gaze behind his shoulder after watching him bounce his eyebrows up and down with a lingering question and a knowing smirk tugging his lips. “Don't even try to deny it. It’s written all over your face.” He almost threatened. I stayed silent, pressing my lips together before the faint smile gave me away. “I knew it,” Jimin declared, pointing at me like he’d just solved a mystery while the hallway noise buzzed around us, but he was locked on me. “Bro, just tell her already!” “Not yet,” I muttered, looking in his eyes. “Just waiting for the right moment.” Jimin huffed, throwing his arms in the air before dropping them with a smack against his thighs. “There is no right moment, man! You’re just stalling.”
One heart, countless tales... “My room or yours?” He breathed out, pressing my back against the wall. Without wasting a second, I breathed out an answer as if I knew where we would enjoy our concert. “Yours. It has a ceiling mirror.” I muttered, his hand reaching the sleek cut of my dress as he slipped his fingers through it.
"Shut up! Shut. Up!" He threw his fist on the door after shouting each word while I stood there with my eyes closed, holding my chest as my heart was hammering and my throat was dry. I was feeling like throwing up while my stomach churned up almost instantly. "I didn't kill Mr. Lee! I didn't kill your father. Damn it!" He shouted at the top of his lungs as I opened my glistened eyes which met his ruddy ones while a lone tear escaped my left eye. I could feel the hot water gushing down my cheek to my jaw as my blurry vision got clear while I blinked. I watched him tracing my tear down my jaw with his cocoa orbs and then looking back in my orbs while his once glower eyes turned bathetic just in a jiff. Wiping off the moisture from my cheeks, I looked back into his eyes, "My father is not with me because of you. You were the reason for his death." I poked his chest with my index finger while I could feel claustrophobic around him. His aura was making it difficult for me to breathe in this dingy room. "You. Are. A. Murderer." I said with my heavy breathing while he glided near me, making my already uneven breath hitch as the back of my head hit the door, "You will regret saying this one day." I breathed out against his visage while he propped his other hand beside my head, caging me, "F*cking tell me why did you call me here?" I said, gazing back into his dark and magnificent orbs. His breath brushed my visage while I could smell his lavender cologne, prior he retreated away from me as I took in a long breath. Turning around again, facing his back at me, I heard him say, "Marry me."
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