(Yein's POV)
I stayed frozen, blinking rapidly.
My heart...exploded.
I could feel it bursting out loud, thumping louder and faster than it did before.
It was silent, but I could feel the sound of jiyong breathing.
I was actually glad that it was dark for a moment...
Because I was madly blushing.
***
The elevator doors creak open.
I quint my eyes because of the sudden light, as I see workers pulling us up out of the elevator.
As i'm pulled up, I look towards jiyong.
He was a bit sweaty as there were still little forms of sweat on his forhead, yet he didn't look scared anymore.
It looked as if he was rather...
Happy.
(Jiyong's POV)
I blink in the darkness.
My eyes try to search for yein's face, but I couldn't find it or see her expression as it was too dark.
I stay still in yein's stiff but warm arms.
....yein not talking...
....what does yein feel?
As I think, I listen to my heart beat.
It was beating, but something seemed a bit off.
I felt like there was another beat that was as loud and fast as mine.
I listen more closely.
It wasn't just my heartbeating loudly.
Yein's heartbeat was also matching mine.
(yein's POV)
"jwesonghapnida..." the workers bow to us apologetically.
(jwesonghapnida: means sorry in a formal way)
"gwenchanahyo" I say feeling a bit awkward.
One of the managers come up to me and hands me two tickets.
"we're very sorry...please take these movie tickets in return..."
I take the tickets so they would stop feeling guilty, telling them again that It was okay and they slowly leave.
I look at the tickets.
Guess we're watching a movie..
I froze.
*remembers what happened earlier*
I slowly turn my head back to see jiyong staring at me with bright eyes.
I gulp.
Shoot! He's staring at me!!!
I pretend to look at a wall or something, trying to keep my cool, but it completely crashes as Jiyong holds my hand in his walking towards the cinema.
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The Wolf And I (A GDragon Fanfic)
FanfictionGwenchanah? I nod quickly, hoping he would go away, but he only comes closer. I close my eyes and raise my hands to push him away, but what I feel is not his clothes, but his hair. As I open my eyes once again, he stayed still, as he looks at me wit...