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xli. Wedding(s) Bells

They sway their body to the soft-melodious music as one of his hands clasps hers and the other one stays around her waist. The pout from the early morning since the wedding started is still remained on the girl’s face and makes the guy grin widely.

“You know that I love you, right Jing?”

Jing as Kang Jiyoung pouts even more and lifts her head to stare right at his eyes. “Don’t.” She grunts, obviously upset at whatever he’s trying to say.

“But the thing is, my fear toward Yeoseob is more than the affection I have for you.” He grins. “Can’t you fee l how he’s burning my back with his deadly stare now?”

Jiyoung frowns. “I know. It’s just,” She lowers her voice into a whispery tone that makes him to get closer to her body—and the feeling isn’t just right. The death glare Yang Yeoseob throws at his body is just… too much.

“I’m sick of always trying to explain anything that obviously doesn’t need explaining. I—“

“Kang Jiyoung,”

The growl sounds intimidating and gets into their nerves as slowly Lee Kikwang peels off his body from hers. He grins awkwardly as whispering good luck Jing! before flying to another direction of the ballroom.

“What?!” Jiyoung snaps. She makes a guttural sound while avoiding the intruder’s eyes—the one who has been watching Jiyoung and Kikwang’s dance unpleasantly and had to hold himself not to launch at his best friend and made a scene.

But too much is too much.

“Jing, please listen to me.” Yang Yeosob lowers his tone as his usual soft voice replacing the prior irritated growl.

Jiyoung shakes her head and scoots away, although she knows it’s a planned failure since the dance floor is packed with couples now. Her shoulder bumps into someone and at the right time Yeosob catches her body in his embrace. He holds her hand and securely places another hand around her waist.

“Let me go, Yang-“

“I’m sorry.” Yeosob searches for her eyes as gluing their forehead together. “I’m sorry.” He repeats it in whispery tone, his soft breath brushes off her lips. Jiyoung wants to turn away and frees herse