Fortunately, Nichkhun was able to recall every detail from the circusâs little night out. The man hadnât drank nearly enough to get him to the point of even approaching the level of âwastedâ. It was obvious that the brunet enjoyed partying, but not enough to succumb himself to intoxication â not anymore, that was; he feared the consequences of being in an unpredictable state of mind. He had witnessed the results and wanted to take no more chances. And just as he looked out for himself in that way, he tried to do the same for others as well; in fact the last time heâd taken a drunk woman home, heâd done so to tend to her, to which she protested of course but soon gave up out of her dramatic decrease in energy.
The man being too hung up on his recollections of the stunning blonde before him, her brief response in Chinese didnât register. For a moment he simply thought he was getting better at understanding Korean and even wondered why that ability dissipated seconds later when she began speaking once more. And although her interpretation of his comment was incorrect due to taking it out of context, he simply grinned and muttered a gentle âsorryâ.
Her next words were offensive, and he was very aware of that, but Nichkhun only found himself smiling more. It was odd, but somehow her edgy tone and sharp statements made her more appealing. The more he thought about it though, it really wasnât odd at all considering the fact that heâs formed a pattern of taking a particular liking to such women. And there was a slight possibility of her words reigning true; however he didnât bother lingering on that for too long. While he hadnât won over more than two hearts in Korea so far, he had wiggled himself into the pair of several jeans back in America and that â as sad as it may have sounded to someone else â was good enough for him.
âIs that you offering to teach me?â He asked in a suggestive manner that matched perfectly with the way a single brow of his elevated. If she felt such a strong urge to criticize him, she should at least have the dignity to help him improve, right? Though it was becoming slowly obvious to him, by the beginning of their first official encounter, it might have been a no. She definitely didnât seem like a people person, much less an eager helping hand.
When the other finally addressed the spontaneous kiss weeks prior, he couldnât help but smirk a bit. âI beg to differ.â Not special? Anybody who got the chance to kiss her lips was obviously blessed. Especially if it was her taking the initiative. However his grin faltered just a tad once heâd realized she was drunk during. While it did no damage to his ego, he couldnât help but feel somewhat guilty for rubbing it in her face. Even if he didnât see it as any type of mistake, he knew how much of a burden it could be to know â or not know â of the things one did during intoxication.
Putting these thoughts heavily into consideration he decided to drop the subject as quickly as she seemed to want to.
Her next words threw him off slightly, but nonetheless he allowed the same flirty air to surround his figure. Just as Nichkhun was about to respond though, the sight of her free hand raising shut his mouth. What was she doing? At that point his imagination began flashing him images of intimacy between him and the blonde. He couldnât help it though; a woman could accidentally bump into his shoulder and heâd still want to think it was on purpose to get his attention, simply because he would have done something similar.
When her hand laid upon his arm for a few seconds, the man stood more proudly. Obviously she was feeling his biceps, right? Why else would a girl say she needed to see something and then feel his arm? Maybe she wouldnât be as hard to get as he thought ⊠and for some reason, that idea was even a little disappointing, yet it continued to further form itself when her hand moved upward to touch his cheek. Okay, there was no denying it from her.
Pft, and sheâd just said she wasnât one to do more touching than talking.
Howbeit just when his ego couldnât be more fluffed, she began exclaiming things which took him two seconds too long to understand. When he did catch her words though, his eyes widened and he took a step back. âWhy, why, why, why?â He asked continuously, each separate âwhyâ blending in with another.
He was beyond confused now. First of all, did she technically just call him a moron? And why was she freaking out about touching his face!? He had a nice face! What did she expect to see anyway? His fortune? Did he react oddly to her hand? What on earth was going on!?
His mind frantically asking questions, his posture remained relatively calm as he stared at her. âI do!â He claimed, referring to her inquiry about his apparently possible lack of a brain. âAre you doing well?â He asked immediately after, in a manner which one would ask another who is mentally ill. Of course his question was innocent, it could easily be taken in a belittling demeanor â something which was happening often due to language barriers. Â
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