Chapter 50
Minju sat alone at the small ice cream shop across from school.
The evening sky was turning orange.
Two cups of strawberry and vanilla were placed in front of her.
Both melting.
"Is he hurt?" she whispered to herself.
No… he's brave.
And a little stupid.
She checked her phone.
4 minutes.
Why does 4 minutes feel like 4 hours?
Her thoughts slowly turned dark.
Maybe he didn't escape.
Maybe Mrs. Deon caught him.
Maybe....
Maybe he went to Sucy instead.
Her chest tightened.
She lowered her head onto the table.
Fear gripped her stomach.
Suddenly
Someone tickled her sides.
"Ahh!" she jumped up so fast the chair almost fell.
Before she could turn
Two hands covered her eyes.
Her heart started racing wildly.
Who....
"Jiminnn…" she muttered softly.
Please be him.
Please.
The hands slowly lifted.
She turned.
And froze.
"…Hi."
Her cheeks turned pink instantly.
"Hello…" she waved awkwardly.
It was Jimin.
Breathing slightly heavy.
Hair messy from running.
Shirt half untucked.
But smiling like nothing happened.
Her eyes literally softened when she
saw him.
The worry melted away faster than ice cream.
. "Sorry for keeping you waiting," he said, scratching the back of his neck.
She looked him up and down quickly.
"Are you hurt?"
He lifted both hands dramatically.
"Alive and handsome."
She laughed in relief.
He sat opposite her.
Then looked at the melted ice cream.
"…Oh."
"I bought it for you," she mumbled. "But it melted."
He smiled.
... "It's okay."
He stood up suddenly and reached his hand toward her.
"Let's go somewhere else."
She stared at his hand for one second too long before placing hers in it.
Her heart whispered:
This feels like a date.
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Doorbell rings.
Inside the house
She had just finished fixing the new door lock yesterday.
She was in the kitchen, pouring milk into a bowl.
The doorbell rang again.
She walked toward the door casually.
She was wearing a simple black singlet and loose shorts.
Her hair wasn't styled.
Just naturally falling to both sides of her face.
Soft waves.
Pretty without trying.
She unlocked the door.
Opened it.
And froze.
He stood there like he owned the building.
Tall.
Relaxed.
One hand in his pocket.
Hair falling slightly over his eyes.
Lips pink.
Sharp jawline.
Soft but dangerous gaze.
And that calm expression like he always knows something she doesn't.
Yoongi.
Her fake perverted boyfriend.
But tonight
He didn't look like he was joking.
His eyes softened the moment he saw her.
Actually softened.
His lips curved slightly.
"You look… cute," he said quietly.
Her heart skipped.
"Why are you here?" she asked, trying to sound normal.
He stepped one inch closer.
Not touching.
But close enough.
"I want to take you out."
She blinked.
"…Out?"
"For a date."
Silence.
The air shifted.
Her brain malfunctioned.
"Is this another fake act?" she asked carefully.
He shook his head slowly.
"No."
His voice dropped softer.
"Not fake."
Her pulse started racing.
Behind his calm expression, there was something serious tonight.