Hands interlinked together with each other; we walked side by side towards the entrance. I don't know what effect this is, but walking with him like this in public does something unbearably ticklish to my heart.

As we entered the restaurant, a waitress took us to our table which Jimin reserved. The place looked fancy and so were the clothing of the people. I let my gaze roam around and noticed I was the only female wearing formals. Well, I am more comfortable in formal than in dresses.

I looked back at our table and as I lifted my gaze, my heart skipped a beat seeing Jimin looking at me with ever so intense eyes. My heart started thumping loudly against my chest, as if trying to break free as Jimin's gaze at me remained unwavering.

Flustered, I picked up the menu, clearing my throat. I started to go through the dishes, but my mind couldn't concentrate on the tempting names lying in front of my eyes as all my attention was on how hard he was staring at me. Is there something on my face?

Thinking of this, I silently picked up my phone and opened the front camera to take a look at my face. I maintained my composure, embarrassed at the thought of him catching me checking out my face in my phone's front camera. Satisfied with how I looked, I kept my phone back on the table.

I flinched a little when I felt him holding my hand on the table. His warm hands on my cold ones felt so relaxing.

And as if he was reading my mind, he spoke, "You look fine. There's nothing on your face." My eyes widened slightly, and I tried to take my hands back, but his grip only got tighter.

"I'm never letting you go."

My heart started to pace at an inhuman speed and a shiver ran down my spine to the core. I felt a pink tint appearing on my cheeks.

This is the hundredth time this guy made me blush today!

I did not utter a word, just kept looking at him, seeming to be lost in his eyes. At that moment, it felt like everything around us had disappeared, it was just me and him. I looked into his eyes. There was something in them. Though it lasted for less than a mere second, it couldn't go unnoticed by me as that slight glimpse did some weird things to my heart and stomach. His eyes look at me, ever-so lovingly, as if I'm the only sight visible.

It was a moment of sharing unspoken feelings through eyes that can never be expressed through words. It was a moment for us until I got annoyed when the waitress arrived to take our orders.

I took my hand away and maintained a straight posture. Throughout the whole dinner, none spoke a word. It was a quiet session, almost uncomfortable and I could tell that Jimin felt the very same.

Wiping my hands with a napkin, I watched a few notifications popping up on my screen. And before I could see who it was, a voice interrupted. "Shall we go now?" I looked up to the voice and found Jimin standing, ready to leave.

"Yeah." I, ignoring the messages, kept my phone back in my purse and stood up.

Exiting the restaurant, we walked towards Jimin's car. Just as I was about to open the car's door, I felt a hand wrapping around my shoulder before gently turning me around.

Not even getting enough time to react, I was engulfed in a warm embrace. My breathing almost stopped. I felt warmth radiating from his embrace, making my whole body relax at the sensation.

At that moment, nothing mattered, neither the place we were standing nor the fact I had been angry at him about a few hours ago. Melting in his arms, I rested my head on his firm chest.

Another sensation ran down to my core when I felt his lips touching my forehead. My heart started to thump loudly, making me afraid if he heard. I moved my eyes up to look into his eyes.

There I saw vulnerability in them, a regret.

I closed my eyes for a second when he brought his hands upward, cupping my cheeks. "I'm sorry. Sorry for not understanding you and making you feel unnoticed." He whispered with his hot breath brushing on my face

Author's POV~

Yuri didn't know how to reply to this but knew it wasn't wise to not respond at all. So instead of words, she chose actions. Resting her head on his chest once again, she took hold of his hands. She heard his heart thumping as loudly as her. His breathing was irregular, probably because of nervousness.

She sure didn't know what to reply momentarily, but as soon as a thought crossed her mind, she parted her lips to ask him. "What do you think about us Jimin? Are you willingly marrying me or just under the pressure of your family? Because sometimes you make me feel the former one while the other time, I feel like it's the latter. I hate feeling mixed emotions."

She raised her head to look at him, into his eyes, in search of her answers.

"I am sorry, sorry that I made you feel this way. I don't how to say this, that you would believe me," His hot breath lingered on her face as he spoke.

She desperately waited for him to continue. He found it hard to let his words out, afraid that maybe they were not built well enough to convey what he felt.

He wanted to start this matter later, but seeing Yuri, he couldn't hold himself from setting his heart free. He wanted her to know how much she meant to him.

"I couldn't bear that you were upset. I was angry at myself for making you feel that way. I know, saying that I lost control over myself sounds like a ridiculous excuse, but I am telling the truth."

He cupped her cheeks gently. "You mean a lot to me."

Her heart started to beat uncontrollably at the unexpected words.

She hated him for igniting a ferocious conflict between her heart, which begged desperately to believe him, and her mind, which screamed 'excuses'.

Her eyes remained gazing at him. "You are good at twisting words." His heart did painful twists. He was willing to accept anything other than the label of a player.

"How do I make you believe?" He asked and the determination in her eyes wavered when he spoke so gently in a pleading voice.

"Actions speak louder than words." She said, getting his hands off her cheeks, stepping back, and getting out of his embrace.

"Prove your words!"

Throughout the whole ride back to Yuri's home, the atmosphere was thick and suffocating. Both of them were hesitant to strike up a conversation after the heated conversation they had a few minutes ago.

Jimin had asked to take Yuri to his home, but she refused expectedly. He was dying to make things right, every second of the awkwardness was eating him from inside.

Back in Singapore, they both agreed to take things slow and not rush. But things were moving the exact opposite, events unfolded unexpectedly, making both of them feel nothing more than uncomfortable.

While Jimin was restless to set things right, the situation was the product of his ignorance, on the other hand, Yuri felt a whirlwind of emotions.

She was trying to convince herself that it was just the anger she felt towards him, but her mind was subconsciously aware of the turmoil within Jimin's heart.

Soon, the car stopped in front of Yuri's house.

They both let out a small 'good night' before Jimin forced himself to drive away. Yuri couldn't help but stare at the leaving car, fighting a conflict inside herself. One part of her was sad and felt empty seeing Jimin leave, but the other part was fighting the former one, in denial.

She sighed, being done with him and herself too, not knowing what she felt. She turned to get inside the house and was greeted by a worried figure approaching her.

"Why weren't you picking up the calls? It's so late and I was worried!" Sunwoo's concerned voice asked Yuri questions, which she always found so caring, but right now, she felt something unexpected.

"Was that Park Jimin's car? You were out with him?"

She lost it there. "Sunwoo, please! Stop acting like this. It's just 9:30."

Sunwoo was startled by her burst out. He guessed she was in a bad mood. But it was unlikely for her to talk to him like this, even if she was in the worst mood. "I was just worried because you weren't picking up the calls, and the office guard informed you had left early." He explained in a calm voice that he was just worried.

"My phone was on silent mode, so I didn't hear it ringing." She replied, starting to walk towards the door.

Sunwoo followed her behind to the living room. "The dinner is ready, come back fast."

"I already had my so-called dinner." She replied, locking the door of her room behind her.

Sunwoo stood there gazing at the closed door silently. He could fathom the reason behind Yuri's off mood. "Must be Park Jimin." He mumbled before turning around to leave.

Yuri's mind has been a mess. Thanks to the boring book that she was reading which helped her to sleep in whatever little time had left before it was morning.

On the other side, as soon as Jimin entered his home, a displeased expression took over his face as soon as he saw his younger brother's figure resting on the couch. He was busy arranging some cards on the coffee table in front of him.

"What are you doing here this late, Jihyun?" Jimin narrowed his eyes at him.

It seemed as if Jihyun got startled by the sudden interruption, as all his cards fell. He groaned in annoyance. "Couldn't you be gentler? Look what you did." He said, pointing his fingers at the cards lying on the floor.

"Answer me first! Or simply get out of here." Jimin said, getting impatient.

Jihyun looked at him in amusement. "Are you seriously going to be like that? Are you not afraid I will tell Dad?"

"Don't test my patience. I am not in the mood to deal with you." Jimin said, heading to the island table, and pouring himself a glass of wine.

"I am staying here tonight," Jihyun said happily, spreading his body on the couch comfortably.

"On that couch? Whole night? I have many guest rooms in my house." Jimin said, sipping on his wine.

Jihyun opened his eyes, looking at his brother, resting his head on his hands. "At least once in your damn life, be nice to your younger brother."

Jimin scoffed at him, heading to his room with the bottle of wine in his hands. "If you are staying here, then better behave yourself."

As soon as he entered his room, he took off his socks, coat and shirt, throwing them carelessly on the couch, followed by his pants.

He sat on his bed, gulping down the bottle of wine. He got up to see where he had kept his medicine but cursed loudly when he realized he forgot them in his car, the only way he was able to sleep at night.

He plopped himself in his fluffy sheets, closing his eyes. He didn't want to go downstairs now to fetch the pills. He was way too tired for it and he didn't want to see Jihyun's face again, by any chance.

Then, he thought it's better not to sleep and think about how to set things right between him and Yuri.

---TO BE CONTINUED---

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