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my eyes at Sangwoo to let him know I take offense.
Sangwoo smiles without teeth. He is clearly joking with me. “So I had to conjure up a story about how we work together,” Sangwoo continues to elaborate calmly, but his facial expression is hard to read.
“You could have woken me up,” is all I can respond. My conscience is shaking her head, not impressed by how I am handling the situation.
Sangwoo’s eyes appear delighted that he has me eating out of his hands. “You were sleeping so peacefully with your baseball bat.”
I have no reply to the truth. My cheeks heat up at the look in his eyes. Well, a girl’s got to protect herself.
Sangwoo brings the mug he is holding back up to his lips. How many girls would give anything to be that mug right now? My face increases with heat as the bad thought crosses my mind. Choi Sangwoo’s body language is the same as the previous night. Only this time he isn’t drinking alcohol, but instead fresh green jasmine tea–one of Eunhye’s favorite concoctions for a hangover.
“But thank you, though, for your hospitality.” Sangwoo’s eyes glow. “You and your mother remind me that there’s still humility, innocence, and peace in the world.”
I am careful not to let the confusion show on my face. When I realize why he is describing us like that, I remember the necklace on his neck. As my eyes move to his collar, Sangwoo’s hand nonchalantly tucks the diamond-encrusted chain inside his shirt.
In that instant, he knows that I know.
I lift my eyes up to look straight into his. “Why did you come back to The Trax last night?”
Sangwoo pauses at my blunt question as though he hadn’t anticipated for me to be so straight forward. He places the mug back on the counter. Then, he deliberately turns the sink faucet on and washes his hands. The seconds tick by in awkwardness with a tint of tension. When he finishes, Sangwoo rinses his hands on one of the sink towels. How can someone make washing their hands look so sexy? My conscience is staring at him with her undivided attention; this creature confounds her.
Finally Brown Eyes, Choi Sangwoo, turns to face me and answers my question with, “You can say I’m in town for business.”
Illegal business? My intuition lifts up an eyebrow. “Why The Trax?” I question further.
“That is a matter of personal record, Maybelline.” Just like that, he stops me in my tracks. Sangwoo narrows his eyes at me, and all of a sudden, the warnings from my co-workers about gangsters inundate my mind. I should never forget his career choice. And he called me by my complete name. Eunhye gave me up!
“I’m sorry.” I peer up at him. Crap. My big mouth always gives me away.
Sangwoo never breaks eye contact with me. A thought crosses his mind, and Sangwoo’s lips part in a seductive manner. “Are you afraid of me?” Sangwoo’s question comes with a forceful tone. He waits for my response with parted lips and smoky eyes.
“N-no.” I deny immediately as a defense mechanism. “If I am afraid of you, I wouldn’t have helped you out last night.” One point for me.
“You should be afraid of me.” There is a signature of cockiness in his voice. Two points for Brown Eyes. “Why did you help me last night?” Sangwoo is proving to be intelligent and cunning.
“You wouldn’t understand,” I reply shortly. A nerve of mine pinches. I am rising to the challenge of speaking to this intimidating man.
“Why wouldn’t I?” Sangwoo raises an eyebrow at my statement. Evidently, he doesn’t like responses that undermine his ability to comprehend. “Because someone of my means couldn’t possibly understand the world of goodness you come from?”
It is apparent and decided. We are not going to get along at the rate of this push and pull. “I didn’t mean that. I just don’t feel the need to justify and explain why I helped. I don’t usually–”
“Associate with my kind. So now that I have exhausted my quota of help from
Sangwoo smiles without teeth. He is clearly joking with me. “So I had to conjure up a story about how we work together,” Sangwoo continues to elaborate calmly, but his facial expression is hard to read.
“You could have woken me up,” is all I can respond. My conscience is shaking her head, not impressed by how I am handling the situation.
Sangwoo’s eyes appear delighted that he has me eating out of his hands. “You were sleeping so peacefully with your baseball bat.”
I have no reply to the truth. My cheeks heat up at the look in his eyes. Well, a girl’s got to protect herself.
Sangwoo brings the mug he is holding back up to his lips. How many girls would give anything to be that mug right now? My face increases with heat as the bad thought crosses my mind. Choi Sangwoo’s body language is the same as the previous night. Only this time he isn’t drinking alcohol, but instead fresh green jasmine tea–one of Eunhye’s favorite concoctions for a hangover.
“But thank you, though, for your hospitality.” Sangwoo’s eyes glow. “You and your mother remind me that there’s still humility, innocence, and peace in the world.”
I am careful not to let the confusion show on my face. When I realize why he is describing us like that, I remember the necklace on his neck. As my eyes move to his collar, Sangwoo’s hand nonchalantly tucks the diamond-encrusted chain inside his shirt.
In that instant, he knows that I know.
I lift my eyes up to look straight into his. “Why did you come back to The Trax last night?”
Sangwoo pauses at my blunt question as though he hadn’t anticipated for me to be so straight forward. He places the mug back on the counter. Then, he deliberately turns the sink faucet on and washes his hands. The seconds tick by in awkwardness with a tint of tension. When he finishes, Sangwoo rinses his hands on one of the sink towels. How can someone make washing their hands look so sexy? My conscience is staring at him with her undivided attention; this creature confounds her.
Finally Brown Eyes, Choi Sangwoo, turns to face me and answers my question with, “You can say I’m in town for business.”
Illegal business? My intuition lifts up an eyebrow. “Why The Trax?” I question further.
“That is a matter of personal record, Maybelline.” Just like that, he stops me in my tracks. Sangwoo narrows his eyes at me, and all of a sudden, the warnings from my co-workers about gangsters inundate my mind. I should never forget his career choice. And he called me by my complete name. Eunhye gave me up!
“I’m sorry.” I peer up at him. Crap. My big mouth always gives me away.
Sangwoo never breaks eye contact with me. A thought crosses his mind, and Sangwoo’s lips part in a seductive manner. “Are you afraid of me?” Sangwoo’s question comes with a forceful tone. He waits for my response with parted lips and smoky eyes.
“N-no.” I deny immediately as a defense mechanism. “If I am afraid of you, I wouldn’t have helped you out last night.” One point for me.
“You should be afraid of me.” There is a signature of cockiness in his voice. Two points for Brown Eyes. “Why did you help me last night?” Sangwoo is proving to be intelligent and cunning.
“You wouldn’t understand,” I reply shortly. A nerve of mine pinches. I am rising to the challenge of speaking to this intimidating man.
“Why wouldn’t I?” Sangwoo raises an eyebrow at my statement. Evidently, he doesn’t like responses that undermine his ability to comprehend. “Because someone of my means couldn’t possibly understand the world of goodness you come from?”
It is apparent and decided. We are not going to get along at the rate of this push and pull. “I didn’t mean that. I just don’t feel the need to justify and explain why I helped. I don’t usually–”
“Associate with my kind. So now that I have exhausted my quota of help from
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