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A story about a girl that finally finds the will to live after years of being tormented by her ruthless past, just to have it reach to her once more, coming back with the same intensity of cruelty and terror and once again erasing her just bui...
° ° ° . . . I have a fear of intimate moments, if you're around why am I down. . .
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CHAPTER 36 —————
The raindrops hit softly against the wide windows, pleasingly ruining the comfortable silence in my room. For the first time in a while I had the black thick curtains pushed aside from the glass doors of the balcony. The lamps on my bedside tables were on, illuminating soft yellow light enough to brighten up the room just a little bit. A soft chill music played from my phone, accompanied by the relaxing sound of the rain, it was a nice change from my hoe-anthems-playlist.
I looked up without raising my head from Jaemin's chest as it slowly and calmly moved up and down with his breaths. His blue eyes immediately locking with mine as he hummed questioningly. His long fingers brushed a strand of hair from my face while he kept staring lovingly down at me with a small obviously happy and relieved smile. And no, this time I hated the thought of me possibly bringing it down from his gorgeous face. Although even after the explanation he gave me about his family and Sunwoo, I felt like something was missing, not all puzzle pieces fit perfectly together. But I never brought the uneasy feeling up.
"Umm... Jaemin...?" I finally spoke up, silently and unsure, receiving another low hum. "About the money you owe him..."
"Don't worry about it, I already fixed that." He flashed me his angelic smile, patting my hair softly with his hand when I looked at him blinking my eyes in confusion. "As you said, nothing escapes Taeyong. He learned the truth behind my name way before you did– Aw what was that for?!" He pulled his arm away as I slapped it, realizing I've been threatening him with something that has already happened and I didn't even know. Was I that stupid and naive?
I sighed. "Nothing..." At least his problem was fixed.
"I was so weirded out though. Taeyong doesn't look nice at all, yet he gave me the money after only a few extra missions even though I didn't ask him for it."
"So that's why you were here so often these past few days." He chuckled with a slow nod. "Taeyong may look scary and act tough, but he's actually a softie." Now I chuckled at the thought of the hidden side of the leader.
I took his hand in mine, intertwining our fingers with no reason at all, I just felt like holding it out of the blues. Besides finding it hard to keep my head off of the weird letters, my thoughts ran wild with guilt for a while until I decided to speak, heaving a deep sigh beforehand while I drew lines and circles on Jaemin's shirt with my index finger.
"I'm sorry..." I mumbled under my breath, breaking the silence in the room again.
He hummed once more, wrinkles showing on his forehead as he furrowed his eyebrows while staring at me in confusion. He grabbed my chin softly, forcing me to look up at his eyes. "What are you apologizing for, love?"
