2. You’re so easy to read
"I don’t have a lighter. I don’t smoke."
"Me neither."
...What? He looks like he smokes a pack a day.
Seung-ah muttered to herself, then sighed in guilt.
Ugh… I’m just a walking pile of prejudice. I’m trash. Literal trash.
While spiraling into dramatic self-loathing, she glanced at Yoongi with an apologetic face.
"I’m sorry..."
"...For what?"
"Huh? Oh, for judging you by your appearance..."
"That’s not what I meant."
"...?"
"I just don’t get why you’re apologizing. That’s all."
Yoongi looked genuinely puzzled.
Seung-ah, who was weirdly sensitive but also oddly stubborn, blinked.
Now that he says it… he’s kind of right…
"Yeah… I guess that makes sense."
"You’re even apologizing for your own assumptions. That’s rare."
"Huh? Oh, well… I’m just… kind of timid?"
And mostly because you look really scary and you were muttering curse words…
She scratched her head awkwardly, trying not to say what she was really thinking.
Why did she always get like this in front of strangers?
"You’re funny."
"...Sorry, what?"
"You. You’re funny."
What is wrong with this guy??
Seung-ah had never met anyone like him.
He looked like he didn’t care about anything, like a total delinquent—
and yet, oddly polite?
She didn’t know what to make of it.
Then, out of nowhere, with that same unreadable face, he let out a tiny chuckle and said she was funny.
That made her break into a cold sweat.
I swear, you're kind of terrifying...
"Um, if you don’t need anything else… I’ll be going now—"
"I’m sorry."
"…?"
Both of them froze at the sudden apology.
Seung-ah hadn’t meant to say it. It just came out of her mouth.
Oh my god, what am I doing. What even was that?? Am I dumb??
Yoongi laughed.
Her thoughts were basically written all over her face.
But instead of feeling annoyed, he just found her cute.
"W-why are you laughing?"
"You’re just… really easy to read."
"That’s not a good thing, you know…"
"But hey, you’re not scared of me anymore, right?"
"H-how did you—"
"I told you. It shows."
Ah, crap. I keep falling into his pace.
He wasn’t even scary anymore.
Just… annoying?
But not in a bad way.
Ugh, what is this confusing feeling…?
Seung-ah started fanning her blushing face.
"Min Yoongi. That’s my name. What’s yours?"
"...Nam Seung-ah."
Why did I just tell him that??
He gave her a sweet smile—
the kind she never thought she’d see from a guy like him.
"I hope we meet again. No—
we will meet again."