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It was really good that she didn't want to know, and that she didn't expect him to explain, because Jaemin really had absolutely no way of putting it into words. How did you tell someone that a girl sat on you in Diagon Alley, put flavour-changing lip stuff on you, and then attacked your face like you were dessert? And that she expected you to marry her? He had told her so many times, he was too young to get married! Plus, he barely knew her, and she was a little crazy.
The boy scrubbed at his cheek a bit, trying to banish the warmth from his skin as he stared at the ground some six feet behind Azura. "It's just... weird. I don't want anyone to laugh at me for it."
He managed a light smile, the colour in his ears fading just a bit. The blush hadn't completely faded though, and probably wouldn't for a while. It was hard enough processing the idea that a girl would be interested in him, but... Sachiko was so much more than interested, it was alarming. It was strange to refer to it as obsession, but that was kinda what it felt like to him.
"What were we talking about before the owl came?" Change of topic, please! |