WHAT A TWIST!

Chapter 114

*Sarah pov**

I stood alone, Racy having deserted me in her relentless pursuit of salacious gossip. My fingers instinctively reached for my phone, scrolling through the group chat where Na Yeon's scandalous photos had been shared. The images depicted her walking hand in hand with a tall, enigmatic figure, their body language exuding an unmistakable air of intimacy.

Just as I was becoming absorbed in the details, my head collided with something hard – or rather, someone. I looked up to find Hyun Min standing before me, his hands casually tucked into his pockets. His ash-colored t-shirt peeked out from beneath a sleek black leather jacket, complemented by a cross necklace that glinted,His hair was slicked back, topped with a face cap, and his moderate jeans fit him with a precision that bordered on perfection. A black nose mask added an air of mystery to his already captivating features, rendering him almost irresistible.

Without a word, Hyun Min grasped my hand and pulled me toward a secluded corner, his movements fluid and purposeful. As soon as we were out of sight, he removed his mask, his eyes locking onto mine with a piercing glint. "Are you still seething at me, or is this just a clever ruse?" he asked, his voice tinged with amusement and curiosity.

I remained silent, my expression unyielding, my eyes flashing with a mixture of annoyance and hurt. Hyun Min chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners like a masterfully crafted smile. "You're overreacting, and you know it," he teased, his voice dripping with playful condescension.

I couldn't help but retaliate, my tone laced with a hint of mock indignation. "At the very least, you could have asked me to part ways amicably, instead of treating me like a pest you'd rather eradicate," I said, my words hanging in the air like a challenge.

Hyun Min's smile faltered, and he sighed, his eyes genuine and apologetic. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice softening like a gentle breeze.

When I didn't respond, he tried to tickle me, his fingers grazing my sides with a precision that sent shivers down my spine. I burst out laughing, my resolve crumbling like a fragile facade. "Okay, okay, I forgive you," I said, still chuckling, my voice barely above a whisper. "You're so captivating, and who am I to resist your charms and not forgive you?"

Hyun Min's face lit up with a triumphant smile, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "I knew this face would get me out of trouble one day. And today is that day," he said, his voice dripping with confidence and amusement.

We shared a laugh, the tension dissipating like mist in the morning sun. As we stood there, I asked, "Are you bound for somewhere?" He nodded, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Yeah."

I raised an eyebrow, curiosity getting the better of me. "To your mother's?" Hyun Min's laughter was immediate, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Uh, not exactly."

I let the moment settle, choosing not to pry further into the depths of his intentions. "I'll be back, okay?" Hyun Min's words lingered in the air as he turned to leave. I called out to him, my voice laced with playful teasing, "Didn't you forget something crucial?"

Hyun Min's footsteps halted, and he turned back, a questioning look etched on his face like a masterpiece of curiosity. But as our eyes met, a slow smile spread across his features, like the gentle warmth of a sunrise breaking through the morning dew. He walked back to me, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and brushed his lips against my forehead in a gentle, fleeting kiss that left me breathless. My heart skipped a beat, and I felt myself smiling like a fool, my senses reeling from the tender touch like a delicate flower swaying in the breeze.

"When I return, perhaps we can savor a dinner cooked by my own hands," he said, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down my spine like a symphony of anticipation. I nodded, my mind whirling with the prospect of Hyun Min cooking for me, the thought igniting a spark within me that threatened to consume me whole. The prospect was almost too much to bear, and I felt a flutter in my chest, like the soft beating of wings as a bird takes flight.

With a final smile that seemed to hold a thousand unspoken promises, he turned and walked away, his figure receding into the distance like a fading sunset. I watched him disappear from view, my eyes fixed on the retreating figure, my heart still reeling from the gentle peck,once he was out of sight, I dusted my clothes, trying to compose myself, but my fingers trembled slightly, betraying my calm exterior like a whispered secret. I walked away from the corner, a silly grin still plastered on my face, my heart singing with a quiet joy that seemed to emanate from the very depths of my being.

*****************************

Hyun Min's footsteps echoed through the estate's manicured grounds as he made his way to the mansion, the sprawling architecture a testament to the family's wealth and status. The servants outside, engrossed in their tasks, looked up and bowed slightly as he approached, their faces breaking into polite smiles. "Is my mother in?" he inquired, his voice firm yet courteous. One of the servants nodded, her eyes cast downward in respect.

Upon entering the house, Hyun Min was enveloped by the quiet opulence of the interior, a familiar comfort that spoke of his privileged upbringing. He knew exactly where to find his mother and made his way upstairs, his footsteps resonating off the walls. As he approached a corner, the sound of his mother's voice drifted through the air, her tone sharp and commanding as she spoke on the phone. Hyun Min sighed, breathed in, and pushed open the door.

His mother stood pacing back and forth, phone pressed to her ear, but she stopped mid-stride as she saw him. "I will call you back," she said curtly, her voice firm. "I need to attend to my son." With a swift motion, she ended the call and smiled, her expression transforming into one of warmth and affection. "My son," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness that seemed almost theatrical.

Hyun Min raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. His mother's behavior was always a mystery to him, and he couldn't help but wonder what she wanted this time. "Tea or coffee?" she asked, her voice light and friendly, and Hyun Min's eyes narrowed. Was this some kind of joke? The sudden warmth in her demeanor seemed out of place, like a sudden change in the weather.

He sat down, his eyes, fixed on his mother's calm demeanor as she settled onto the couch across from him, crossing her legs with a fluid motion. The contrast between her warm smile and her usual cold demeanor was jarring, and Hyun Min's instincts told him to be on guard. Something was off, and he couldn't shake the feeling that this was all just a carefully constructed act.