Chapter 4: Dream Longig

Novelistá de Pastor

A novel written by Mr. Chim

I tapped the book, a squeal never fail to leave my mouth just by looking at the title as I waited in anticipation. The site loading goes so slow, and my patience was decreasing any second it passes by. Such then the page appeared making me squeaked, quickly clicking 'Read' as fast as I could— an abrupt reaction because of the excitement overflowing my entire body.

The plot line was the first thing that appeared making my breath hitched in excitement. My eyes focused on the plot line, silently reading-not bothering the costumers anymore.

(They say love can prevail everything, but how did the woman I love ended up leaving me yet never fail to let me love her all over again? Giving up my passion for she became my passion is already God's blessing for me.)

"I am so into this." I bit my lips, trying to suppress my smiles. A squeal leaving my tight lips.

"Excuse me?" My head snapped at the person to see the pale man from awhile ago— whom I've mistaken as Yoongay instead of Yoongi.

"Yes?" I blurted out, quickly putting my phone back inside my pocket. His eyes widened as he probably realized what I'm doing, laughing in return making me blush furiously. "Do you need something?"

Yoongi shook his head, a gummy smile forming his lips before saying. "Nothing. I just want to pay for my coffee."

My eyes widened, quickly going to the front to get his bill, and immediately typing his table— which I remember aas table 12. The bill of his table popped out as 16,000 won before printing it out.

"It's 16, 000 won." I said bluntly before forcing out as smile while Yoongi nodded, giving out his grin in return making my heart leap out of my chest.

I looked away from his gaze, waiting anxiously as the bill keeps printing up. My heart was accelerating so wildly that I don't even understand why— probably because I tend to get anxious around people.

"Are you okay?" Yoongi asked curiously as he eyed my behavior. He leaned forward the counter, making me mentally swore in my mind —anxiety rushing me.

"What?" I gulped down, staring at him in surprised before slowly backing away without any noticed and gripping the machine at the same time. Why am I anxious? "Uh no! I just—"

My eyes landed at the bill that was done printing, mentally thanking the heavens before yelling, unintentionally. "There!"

I gasped, putting my hands over my palm as Yoongi laughed at me making me look down, embarassed. I muttered, biting my lips eyeing the only the customers left inside the coffee shop. "Sorry."

"It's fine." Yoongi said reassuringly, grabbing my hands in surprise as he pulled it away from my lips, making me shiver under his touch. "It's cute."

My breath hitched as soon as I heard those words, and pressed my lips into thin line— suppressing my smiles and squeals.

To avoid the awkward conversation, I quickly grabbed the bill, and reading it. "Here."

"Thank you." Yoongi said, giving me the bill before leaning away. He smiled one more time, giving shivers down to my spine as he waved. "See you soon."

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Home has always been the best for me— even if I have an annoying Tía, but still I love her and consider her my home.

"Aunt! I'm home!" I announced, not receiving a reply—meaning that Tía has not arrived yet making me smile and squeal at the thought.

Now, I have time alone without being judged over squealing a book and a character.

I immediately darted my way towards my room, quickly shutting the door close as to not let anyone disturb my moment. My mind wandered over the new story that Mr. Chim wrote today.

With a tap of my finger, the screen loaded and waited for the site that I left earlier at the coffee. I jumped on my bed and got comfortable.

As soon as the story appeared, I bit my lips-internally screaming and quickly tapping 'read'. My eyes fixed on the first line of the chapter.

TEASER

CHAPTER ONE - A Dream Longing

"I'm Park Jaemin." Was what I said as I introduced myself with a genuine smile on my lips, gazing down at the beautiful woman in front of me.

The aura in her smile spreaded the entire room, not failing to make my heart race. Her eye contact made it even worse for my heart that got me excited.

My heart and body was shaking vulnerably at the thought of having my hands wrapped around those long beautiful neck with my other hand gripping her hair—gently and admiringly.

The woman in front of me was no doubt the same as the girls that I've been before. I cannot wait to have a taste of her.

She slowly reached out for my hand, waiting for me to receive it and never leaving her eyes on me as my heart continue to beat faster.

I lifted my arms, ready to take her soft hands in my hands that has tainted with blood.

However, my smile soon disappeared—turned into a frown when her hands started to disappear into ashes, and realizing that it was just another dream of mine.

All of it was just a dream. A dream of longing.

It has been months since I've last seen her, and during those days had me weak for her. Even with just a one day meeting, she already had me on my knees.

Ever since the day that I met her, she never failed to keep running inside my mind and never had the intention to leave, and that moment of memory, she had me kept up—missing all the nights I was supposed to be with those women I had to kill.

She kept my mind busy for the time being, just by mentally invading my head all the tine.

Her existence was as if it made me stop from getting my hands covered with blood and should have her beautiful delicate hands in mine to hold. It was enough for me to forget the deed that I did.

I longed for her, I missed her for she had been in my mind all day and all night.

Seconds, Minutes, Days, Weeks, and months, I suffered without seeing her and trying to forget her face. Nevertheless, I was wrong.

Days passed, more nights disappeared—the more I longed to be near her existence.

She took my soul away from my body. She definitely took it with her.

Whenever I tried to forget her, all that ever appear in my mind was a form of her face smiling at me, her eyes never leaving me and her lips full of temptation.

Have I gone crazy over her?

I wanted her more than anyone could imagine. I needed to see her because If I can't, I think I might lose my mind anytime soon.

Will she be able to remember me?

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"What is this?" My eyebrows furrowed, muttering under my breath as I carefully eyed the new story as I processed the whole chapter. "Is this book connected to Merciless Love?"

Confused, as to why would Mr. Chim use the same name as Merciless Love's lead character, and to think that he was talking about 'tainting hands with blood', it may be related.

Is this the second book of Merciless Love? This is exciting.