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Americanointoducing kim xiumin
"Who are you?" I cocked my eybrow. The man with white shirt, baby blue shorts and ELSTINKO brand cap looked up from a book he was reading. I scanned his whole face. Fair skin and chubby face- a total stranger for me. He stood up, straighten his back from sitting too long in front of my house- just a small apartment.
"You're late" He stated. His face remained stoic and soon become frown. I furrowed my eyebrows.
*Not answering my question.Rude.* I frowned too.
"Yah,you just left bad impression.First impression is everything" I said as I gave him a look. He remained silent and bore into my eyes.
I stared at him back.*Staring contest? On it!*. The staring went for almost 5 minutes. 5 minutes of nothing but staring a stranger!
He sighed and tore his eyes away from mine. I smirked in victory. I looked at him in curiosity as he crouched down on the floor,pulling a backpack in process. He ped the front pocket and pulled a plastic file. He gave it to me without even face me.
"Rude" I breathed. Taking the file harshly and quickly opened the file. I pulled out a few papers and read them. I sighed and put the papers back once I've read all of them.
"Why do you agree ?" I questioned. He remained silent but keep his eyes on me. I sighed again and strech out my hand.
"Im Eunjin" I whispered. I didn't care he heard me or not but I did sure he knew my name already. He looked at my hand stoicly. I looked down my hand and examined the flesh.
"Wae? Is it because my hand is dirty?" I asked as I pulled out a packet of tissue and wiped off unseen dirts on my hand. He shook his head. He grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to him. I looked up to see his face. He looked down, lips parted as if he wanted to say something.
"You're weird."I blurted out. His shut up his mouth and sighed. He s his hand around my waist.
"Could hug replace your first impression about me?" He asked. I furrowed my eyebrows.
"Hey-
"Xiumin.Kim Minseok to be precise" He mumbled and pulled me closer to his body. His warm body that embraced me made me felt...
nothing.
That night, I post the advertisement at my blog, Americano.com. About selling husband. I know I was a jerk. It's a blog where my mom asked me to post things I like and wish to do.
I wish to have him away from me when I turned eighteen. I'll get money and so do him.
a/n : drabbles-because that what I'm planning right now.
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