Pete took Yihwa's hand, leading her through the bustling streets to a quaint clothing store. As they browsed through the racks, Pete's eyes sparkled with mischief. He suddenly picked up a delicate wedding dress, its lace and silk shimmering in the light.
"Try it on," Pete said, his voice low and husky.
Yihwa raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Why would I?"
Pete's gaze locked onto hers, his eyes burning with intensity. "Just wear it, and come home with me forever."
Yihwa's cheeks flushed, and she bit her lip, shyly looking away. Then, in a flash, she turned and ran, Pete chasing after her.
He swept her up in his arms, spinning her around. "Where do you think you're going, babe?"
Yihwa's eyes widened, and she covered her mouth, her face ablaze with embarrassment. "Oh nooo..."
Pete chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and carried her to the fitting room.
As they caught their breath, Yihwa's mind flashed back to their first meeting.
Flash back
She had been lost in the university's luggage area, and Pete had appeared, his captivating gray eyes and chiseled features leaving her breathless.
"Can I help you with your luggage?" he had asked, his voice gentle and soothing.
Yihwa's heart had skipped a beat as she gazed into his eyes. Everything around her had melted away, leaving only the two of them.
As they introduced themselves, Yihwa learned that Pete was a geology student, and she was drawn to his kind and handsome nature.
But their meeting had been interrupted by a young man who had called Pete "uncle," leaving Yihwa confused and intrigued.
How can he be so young? She said to her self
"Oh let me introduce you to each other. This is my uncle,he is my father's younger brother and his name is "Pete" . Uncle,this is Yihwa,we are classmates and she is my girlfriend"
"Huh,okay you guys go first,I have something to do" he left without even looking at them
Why is he upset? What's wrong with him? He asked himself
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As the sun's warm rays danced across the campus, a collective sigh swept through the gathering of students. "Oh my god, the prince charming is coming," Mook whispered, tugging on Ai's sleeve. "When he walks, he looks like a king."
Yihwa rolled her eyes, a hint of amusement playing on her lips. "Are you gay? You and Mook should stop your daydreaming." But her friends' enthusiasm was contagious, and she couldn't help sneaking a glance at the approaching figure.
Pete's strides were confident, his eyes scanning the crowd until they locked onto Yihwa. A soft smile spread across his face, and he walked towards her, his movements fluid and deliberate.
"Are you leaving?" he asked, his voice low and smooth.
Yihwa's heart skipped a beat as she met his gaze. "Huh?" she replied, confusion etched on her face.
Pete chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I heard you loved bikes. Can I give you a ride?" He held out a helmet, his smile inviting.
Yihwa's cheeks flushed as she took the helmet, her fingers brushing against his. "Hmpm, okay."
As they bid farewell to her friends, the whispers began. "Who is she? He never talks to ladies." "Some people say he's gay, that he has no interest in women."
Yihwa's heart swelled with excitement as Pete handed her a bike helmet. She felt like a queen, perched on the back of his motorcycle, the wind whipping through her hair.
As they sped through the streets, Yihwa wrapped her arms around Pete's waist, holding tight. "Ahhhh, slow down, please!" she laughed, her voice carried away by the wind.
Pete's response was a low, rumbling chuckle. "Okay, Yihwa. You can call me Pete."