The Reason's

Part 1's

A series of stories etched by the pen of time. In the narrated alky tale of nostalgic inks, the very dilemma of the largesse of the sheet of life. Pretty tricky.

Yeah, it's pretty complicated.

When he was about to blame time, and make a very unwise decision.

"I hate men, so stay away."

Strictly, like a principle that was imprinted on his forehead.

Perhaps at the right time, they came. Sipping ink, discharged in time diary. It even becomes an urgent reason to leave more blank pages.

Please let them stay together longer.

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CKREK!

The sound of camera shots took away my daydream. The shutter of the moment-capturing object is the cause. Someone's camera noticed that I wasn't alone.

I thought spending the wasted seconds on park benches around campus enjoying mint-flavored ice cream was the best adimarga of the old-fashioned snowmelt. A little favorite in summer.

These bone-chilling hot days, it was common to see a traveling ice cream truck have a throne in front of my campus. Because the park that is the reason the seller feels at home, is a place that is loved by small children. Very funny and I like it.

Hey, don't call me a kid. I'm tracking twenty years already. But, it was a pleasure to meet the carefree young children without lamenting the prey of fate on his naive face who so enjoyed the time.

"You're photogenic." She's saying. He, the camera owner who suddenly caught a sassy photo of me.

I was glued for a moment before the shutter sound came back. This is why I stopped having ice cream that just gave me so much expectation about taste.

The camera man I didn't know, he was sitting on the same park bench as me. I say he's a camera man, ever since I've seen that thing he holds as if he's in love.

Our distance on the bench is not close, but not far. Her face was blocked by the camera, so I had a hard time ascertaining. I could only watch her fresh blushing lips there licked by her tongue once in a while.

I looked at him sharply. "You who?"

Without returning my gaze, he fiddled with the simple camera. Okay, that's kind of a pocket camera I guess. And in the same minute, the mystery of his face unfolded. From the side I described it quite well. Pinched nose. His sturdy jaw was firmly engraved. Late lashes for a young man. And in short, he's handsome.

Oh, no, this sensation again. My shoulders shuddered without asking. It must be because I knew that romance. Or something else, sort of about my phobia maybe.

It's common knowledge, people know me as an androphobic. This phobia tortured me to narrow my distance to the Adam of God. Fifty inches, at least I really hate men. Disinfectants need to winnow everything about them. Even their scent was smelling really stifling the chest.

The count of a few seconds dragged me to the reality that since then we had been quite a long time clinging to view. He looked at me deeply, through the explicit glare of his eyes. Then I, caught off guard by him watching the way the net was watching. Crumpling again my nape.

"My name is Kim Taehyung, from the art department. You you?" This young man introduced himself. At that moment I was shocked.

Same major as me.

My God, that's my lack of sensitivity to the surroundings. Naturally the formation of his face was no longer foreign.

"Yoon Sara, majoring in fine arts," I replied succinctly.

The sparkle from the glint of the eyes that captured the photos made me hate. A positive soul roars from the way he arranges smiles and brings to life the summer breeze. Paradoxically shutting down my taste that covered ice cream a while ago, damn it. "Go, you're ruining my mood."

Why am I so thirsty to give a good evaluation of the radiance of his aura? I want him to give up. Get out of here and leave me.

"Before I leave, you don't want to be friends with me?" He directed that straightforward attention back to me, as well as the stretch of the five fingers hoping to be explored. Wonderful, insist on it. He should have known his handstring was impossible to welcome even for a split second.

"You're interrupting, go. And remove the picture of me you took on that camera," I asked intentionally with a sarcasm trick. Consider expelling it dogmatically.

He just laughed. The more confused I am. What, anyway? Is there something wrong with the way I started, or is he an idiot? Too stupid to respond to people's orders.

"It turns out true, on your forehead it says 'watch I'm fierce, don't try to invite me to talk'," he joked at his own brow that was fenced in with tanned bangs. His grin widened after a fleeting sneer. Typical smile carvings, I got memorized and probably will continue to remember.

I can't believe that talking mouth is not a great match for stabbing him. As I know from many men, they are often angry and just move on after criticizing me completely.

"Ah, I know you're like this to get men's attention, right? I know that, and don't expect a man to be with a woman like you."

That's one example.

The pointy delikan I was hoping would scare him. Netra we meet. I watched him from the eyes to the camera he still held. "Say you go or..."

"Aah!"

Well, again because of the young man I claimed to be named Kim Taehyung next to me. He broke my expectations of enjoying mint ice cream in the summer quietly. If only he hadn't drawn up a dialogue with me, the mint ice cream I was holding would not have had to reach its breaking point by now. The ice melted and the stains arbitrarily perched on the surface of the gray folding skirt I wore with a white shirt with sleeves up to the elbows.

My feelings are grounded to the bottom of what ever was, seriously. Its bad. Really bad. After this, I swore an oath to condemn our meeting and liken it to the wind that the past. Please remind me.

Just imagine with so striking the ice cream stain coloring the front of the skirt and so a little damp. In this case, everyone can be mistaken. "You...!"

Furious at me, but one act made me mute.

Wanna be a hero apparently. Long cardigans made of thin wool that he wears off. With that, it was easy for her to cover up the subtle stains lining my folding skirt. Shit, my nape shuddered again. Trembling feels. How'this? I don't even dare to move the body of a single item. Frozen already, sculpt like a fool.

"If you go back to college, set up your skirt so that the stain is on the back, then put on my cardigan. Looks like it's pretty big if you wear it."

After saying so, the young man who was Kim Taehyung's name was rising from the bench of the same park I was sitting on. Before he inched away, he took a moment to turn his head towards me throwing a smile that was often on his lips like a tattoo. "Let's have ice cream together another time."

Then his figure seemed to be consumed by the summer breeze, disgusted after shrinking its shape that was getting farther into the campus. My gaze turned toward the caramel cardigan now lying on the lap of an androphobic. I can smell the pungent perfume typical of arjuna, and it's really sickening.

"Quiet, Sara. You can wash your skirt and spray your skin with disinfectant. Relax, this can be overcome," I muttered with pretension to be able to calm down again. My breath gasps, trying to improve respiration to work as per his duty. Strange, even though I am not struggling. It's just too tired to keep this phobia for a long time.

My heart was beating so irregularly afraid of him. The terrible affection that stabbed because of the fragments of my hobby reason infected since a few years ago, again attacked me mercilessly. I hate.

Regardless of that, it seems like I should take notes in my daily journal tonight and rectify the curse for the sake of the curse. About the presence of a strange young man this morning who lent me his cardigans and invited me to enjoy ice cream together one day. Although I know where it might happen.

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The To Be Continued.