You push him aside, hard, as both of you fall on the grass right away and he screams.
Your hands wraps themselves around his neck automatically as you bury your face in his chest.
The fall was great.
Your head spins as you lift it up to look at him—
and you stop. You. Stop.
"What the fuck are you real?"
He looks at you with a surprised expression and you keep staring at his eyes.
Such a beauty. You think.
You're smiling like an idiot. He glares at you for a bit and sighs, before closing his eyes and his head falls backwards, on the grass which apparently gives you exactly what you want at the moment.
Time to check him out a bit.
What a man.. no wai— hollup. A man? This dude an Angel.
How... how the fuck is he even real?
Fell from heaven..? Where could you find more dudes like him...?
"Excuse me, are there more guys like you?" You ask him out of the blue.
He gives you a confused expression. An expression full of curiosity, yet an amused as fuck look.
You're currently having an eye contest with a street man who was trying to look for places in some random ass map but ended up being careless. You glare at him a bit when you realise that this dude right here is checking you out until.
You feel something.
Yes, you're not assuming. You feel it.
BOTH OF his hands ARE ON YOUR GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING BREASTS.
WHAT the fuck.
You scream as you attempt to punch his chest hard and he groans a bit. You lift yourself up and off of him, fixing your dress.
He stares at you from top to bottom.
His brain, full of maps.
"YOU FUCKING— you a PERVERT or what?" You shout again and this time, he realises what you're trying to imply— as his eyes widens BEFORE HE SMIRKS.
"What the fuck?!"
He stares at your necklace. His eyes going down. And at this point he is eye-fucking you right in front of you. And you're not comfortable. Not at all.
This time, you make a run for it. For the castle. For your home, faster than you've ever ran in high heels. You run as if you're the deer here, and the lion who is about to chase you after eye-fucking you good.
That was it.
Yeonha in high heels marathon round #1.
Your heart pumps hard inside of your chest as one of the workers tries to calm you down. And you start coughing.
"Your highness, where is your inhaler?" Your heart is all you are thinking about. It's literally pumping out of your chest.
You are not insecure. You're really confident. But what the fuck.
Some random hotass touches your boobs accidentally sounds fictional but it's as embarassing as it sounds like. His large hands just touched your tiny boobs.
Okay not tiny but FUCK IT CAUSE STILL HIS HANDS WERE ON YOUR BOOBS.
And you're hating yourself for all of this.
YOU ARE READING
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