a while
after the auction
I raised an eyebrow at him (yes…I was still barefooted). “Uh….the hell are you looking at?”
I placed a hand at my waist once more. “Or you’re just like them, huh? Hump-police. Everyone has gluteus maximus. What’s the big deal anyway?” Actually I’m just saying this because I’m still embarrassed. Hello? Who wouldn’t be...if they almost saw your arse? He still did not give a response. This 'I'm-not-speaking' game is getting annoying. Really. I turned my back on him once more and continued walking on my original track. I subtly hissed the moment the pain from my ankle shot up again. I was also having a hard time bending my knees because of the wound. Thanks for the abandonment, derps. And with another step… I hissed small again as I stepped the sprained ankle on the ground. However, it was then that... …I felt arms sliding under my thighs and lower back. The next position I saw myself in was that.....I was being lifted off the ground. Bridal style. He…hey….what… “H-hey…Put me down…” I started protesting, still looking down at the ground because of the sudden height I was at. “I SAID PUT ME DOWN!” Then I accidentally looked up at the figure carrying me. Kim Joonmyeon. “Joonmyeon, place me back on the ground this instant!” I glared at him. However….he adjusted his arms and tightened his hold even more. He continued looking at me seriously and blankly. Directly to my eyes. Not gazing away. With his face...too close to mine “Captain Hulck, I’m warning you.” I struggled, slightly kicking my feet, still glaring at him. That was when he started budging…slowly settling me at the ground. I don’t know why. It feels like I shouldn’t have demanded for him to place me back down on my feet. I was…I’m not sure but….disappointed? I was ….liking it- Ack…ew….what am I thinking? This is Captain Hulck we are talking about. Goodness. “Seriously, if you touch me or carry me again without my permission, you’re gonna get it.” I uttered unyieldingly, facing Hulck, with me, still holding the high heels with one hand. I rolled my eyes at him again. But I was not sure…if I despised the gesture or I liked it…aish. I turned on my heels once again and started striding towards the dorm. Aish, so many impedance for the night. I just want to get some rest- I took another step…oh crap…ouch...sprain... ..then I felt a hand holding my wrist back. Hulck is not going to reach his dorm alive. This brat is really asking for it- I started turning my head back to face him. “Kim Joonmyeon, what did I tell you about touching-” “You’re hurting.” As I was completely facing him, all I could decode from his expression was sympathy…and worry? “So? What are you gonna do about that?” Seriously, what can he do anyway? However, I can really use some help now. Not just sure if I can accept it if it comes from Hulck. He suddenly walked past me and stood in front of me, his back facing me. “And what? You want me to stare at your back? How is that gonna make my sprain better-” Before I knew it, both of my arms were suddenly gripped gently… …and he placed them around his neck…. “I’m going to carry you home.” Something started stirring inside me. Something warm. Something funny. Something heart-fluttering. Gosh…what is this feeling again? Accept or not? Accept or not? But my sprain is really hurting now…with a wounded knee…. As if sensing that I was taking time to respond… “Please…” “…Seo Myunjae.” I could not decipher what had gotten into me... My arms moved at their own will… ….and tightened themselves around Kim Joonmyeon. He gently reached for my thighs behind…and lifted me off the ground, settling me carefully on his back. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN, T IS FOR TATTLE. |
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