I should've known.

He is a walking talking magnet for paps.

After just a few minutes of us sitting at our table, the manager suddenly appeared, his expression tense as he informed us about the paparazzi gathering at the restaurant entrance. Making a split-second decision, I instructed them to have my car ready at the back entrance of the restaurant immediately.

Realizing that the presence of the paparazzi provided the perfect excuse to escape any further interaction with Dalhyun, I sprang from my chair, a sense of urgency propelling me forward. Dalhyun trailed behind, his expression a mix of confusion and acquiescence, wisely refraining from questioning my sudden decision.

Though we could have continued our lunch undisturbed, I harbored no desire to extend our time together any longer than necessary. As we followed the manager's lead, I couldn't help but notice the curious stares from the restaurant staff, some openly giggling while casting admiring glances at Dalhyun. Meanwhile, I found myself frowning, unable to shake off the envy that gnawed at me. It seemed effortless for him to charm others, effortlessly winning over the hearts of the public.

Exiting the restaurant in haste, I made a beeline for my car, fingers fumbling with the keys as I unlocked the driver's side door. Just as I slid into the driver's seat, a sudden flash caught my attention, prompting me to twist my neck to find Dalhyun nodding, a determined expression etched on his features.

With a sense of urgency, I settled into the driver's seat of my Urus, the powerful engine roaring to life at my command. Once Dalhyun had secured his seatbelt, I wasted no time, my foot pressing down on the accelerator as my hands deftly maneuvered the steering wheel, guiding us through the narrow, uneven pavement road with practiced precision.

Executing a sharp right turn onto the main road, I couldn't help but smirk as I observed more flashes going off behind us. In that moment, a rush of adrenaline surged through me, fuelled by the knowledge that the paparazzi would be hot on our trail. The thrill of the chase ignited within me, and I relished the opportunity to outmanoeuvre them, the excitement of the unexpected pursuit.

And that's what exactly happened.

After a thrilling fifteen-minute pursuit, I successfully lost the paparazzi, easing off the accelerator as my speed reduced to a leisurely pace. With one hand resting on the console and the other on the wheel, I drove in silence, the adrenaline rush gradually subsiding.

It was then that I became acutely aware of my surroundings once more, realizing with a sinking feeling that I found myself yet again in the confined space of the car with Dalhyun.

"I don't understand why we had to leave. I'm certain they wouldn't have followed us inside the restaurant," Dalhyun remarked, breaking the silence. His words hung in the air, and I remained silent, unsure of how to respond.

"Oh, I see now," he continued, his tone tinged with resignation. "You took that opportunity to escape spending any more time with me. I would've called that a smart move, but yet here you are, sitting in this car with me."

His words struck a chord, and I couldn't deny the truth in them. Despite my initial intentions to distance myself, fate seemed to have other plans, trapping us once again in the confined space of the car.

Choosing not to reply, I couldn't help but acknowledge the rudeness of my silence. Despite my lack of desire to spend time with Dalhyun, I realized that my behavior was unjustifiable. As an artist myself, I should have treated him with the same courtesy I afford to others.

With a sense of remorse gnawing at me, I kept my gaze fixed ahead on the road, the bustling market area catching my attention as it came into view down a lane to my right. A faint smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I contemplated how to make amends for the mistake I had just made.

Scanning the road for a parking spot free of "no parking" signs, I quickly maneuvered my SUV into a space, hoping it wouldn't attract unwanted attention or get towed. Opening the glove box, I retrieved a couple of caps and masks, placing a set on Dalhyun's lap before unfastening my seatbelt.

Glancing at Dalhyun, I could see the anger simmering beneath the surface of his expression. Despite his frustration, I knew he was struggling to comprehend the situation. He must have been aware of my therapy sessions; after all, my brother wouldn't have omitted such crucial information.

"Come on, let's get some food," I suggest, stepping out of the car. I'm aware that Dalhyun would appreciate the local street food; it's spicy, just the way he likes it.

Waiting for him to join me, I watch as he gracefully maneuvers around the car, his movements fluid and deliberate. As he stands before me, I can't help but admire the attention he pays to every detail of his appearance, right down to his impeccably chosen footwear. I stare at his eyes as he stands in front of me, the little distance between us makes my heart skip a bit.

Distract yourself.

Love is a curse Shiya.

His shoes, sleek and stylish, speak volumes about his fashion sense, a testament to his ability to remain fashionable at all times.

I continue staring down at his polished shoes for another few seconds, I take in the subtle sophistication of his choice before meeting his gaze. Drawing in a deep breath, I gather my thoughts before speaking. "Let's go," I say.

He nods in agreement, and I turn away, leading the way towards the market while pulling on my cap and mask.

The vibrant chaos of Mumbai's streets welcomes us as we enter the lively market area. The air is filled with the symphony of honking horns, the chatter of vendors, and the tantalizing aroma of a myriad of spices. The market is a kaleidoscope of colors, with stalls showcasing a variety of street food that ranges from savory to sweet.

As we navigate through the bustling crowd, I can see Dalhyun's eyes light up with curiosity and anticipation. The anger long gone from his face. The rhythmic sounds of footsteps blend with the distant tunes of street musicians, creating a unique atmosphere that adds to the charm of the experience.

We pass by stalls offering a spectrum of dishes – from savory chaats to flavorful kebabs. The sizzle of grills and the aromatic spices draw me in, as I grab his hand in daze and pull him towards the stall. We find ourselves at a popular street food cart known for its spicy delicacies. The vibrant menu displays an array of options, from spicy pav bhaji to fiery vada pav.

The only problem I face with Mumbai's street food is its spicy food.

Dalhyun and I exchange glances, and without a word, we place our orders, I do not forget to mention to make it less spicy. The street food vendor swiftly prepares our dishes, skillfully adding the perfect blend of spices. The sizzling platter is handed to us, and the aroma is enough to make my mouth water.

I watch Dalhyun devour the pav bhaji, closing his eyes in bliss. "do you like it?"

"I love it," he replies and returns back to devour his food.

I stare at him. Remembering why I loved this man.

He is perfect

Love is beautiful torturing curse.

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Stepping out of the car, the valet swiftly takes control and drives my vehicle away. As I make my way back into the office lobby, the familiar sight of my employees greeting me with smiles and respectful bows greets me. However, their attention quickly shifts to Dalhyun, their stifled giggles betraying their amusement.

Glancing over my shoulder, I find Dalhyun sporting his customary polite smile, unfazed by the attention. With a nod of acknowledgment, I lead the way towards my office, knowing that behind closed doors, there's work to be done.

Entering my cabin, I will settle into my desk chair and unlock my MacBook, bracing myself for the onslaught of news articles and scandalous headlines involving Dalhyun and me. It's become routine to check for any potential PR crises that the paparazzi might be brewing up.

I make a mental note to keep my marketing team on standby, ready to draft and release a carefully crafted statement if needed. Managing our public image has become an integral part of our careers, and staying ahead of the rumors is crucial.

Fuck, today has been a busy day.

Continuing to strategize, Dalhyun and I step into the empty elevator. Suddenly, a hand appears before my face, interrupting my thoughts as he gently touches my hand, coaxing my finger out of my mouth. "Don't bite your nails," he murmurs softly.

Glancing up at his face, I'm captivated by his glowing grey eyes and the way his long eyelashes cast a delicate shadow beneath them. His features draw me in, but I force myself to look away, turning my head to the side. No matter what, I refuse to let this man be hurt by me again.

And the only way to do that is keep him at an arm's length.

You can't forget that Shiya.

As soon as the elevator opens I push myself out of it. Taking one step by one.

Then I stop.

Glancing over my shoulder, I assert, "And Mr. Kim, please arrange your own lunch starting from tomorrow."

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A Million Little things I am grateful about

Indian Street Food

Spending time with Dalhyun

Italian car brands. 

A/N

Triple update for today guys! Cuz I missed you all so much!

Now hurry up, there is some yum scene coming up ;)