Love Walked In One Day For Doom

by Flowerygirlz

Myeol Mang lives out his fate according to God's plans, never caring or loving anyone of the humans crossing his daily path. When one is gifted with the power of destruction and fated to walk alone, then why would anyone love but a contract with a dying woman just might open his heart. Based on Korean Drama Doom At Your Service with Seo In Guk and Park Bo Young

168. Moonlight Stroll

Walking along in companionable silence, holding hands, Dong Kyung happily smiles, contently sighs, looks up at the bright moon, dreamily speaks,

"The moon's pretty."

Myeol Mang grinning, says,

"You're prettier."

Stopping, turning towards him, looking up into his dark eyes, annoyed, says,

"Seriously!"

Surprised at her fierceness, he stops, adorable smile, says, "What?"

Frowning slightly, she playfully scolds,

"You should think before you say things."

Smiling up into his charming face, dimples showing, all she can respond is "Gosh."

Still holding hands, continue walking their destined path, glancing down at her feet, quietly asks,

"Is your garden still like that?"

Glancing over at her downturned head, questions,

"Still like what?"

Stopping in their tracks, she glances up into his handsome face, observes dark eyes, birthmark, all those features memorized by her heart now. Quietly she responds,

"Is it still lonely and sad?"

Gentlest of a smile, tenderness of look, he softly speaks from the heart,

"No, you came in."

Surprised by his confession, glances over his way, observing his smile, more shocked by his words,

"I think that's when it started."

Looking up into his dark eyes, she asks,

"What started?"

Swallowing, his Adam's apple moving up and down, a tender light reflected in dark eyes, softening of his handsome features, clearly affection written across his face.

Dong Kyung smiles, gazing into his adored face, softly says,

"That look is prohibited."

He grinned, dimples showing in the corners, pleased by her teasing.

Nodding her head, thinking, she says,

"I think it started then, too."

Gazing intently, he asks,

"What started?"

Curling her fist, pounded lightly on her heart, softly spoke,

"Feeling pain when thinking about you, finding you pitiful, and feeling like something is stuck here. Things like that."

Suddenly, his eyes darkened, temporarily loosing that light, face saddened. In quiet tones says,

"Who calls who pitiful?"

Upon seeing his somber features, she adds, "That look is also prohibited."

Smiling, teasing, asks,

"What is that look?"

She simply replies,

"Sad look."

Changing the sorrowful atmosphere, she lightly runs ahead, turns back, playfully calls out,

"Since the moonlight is so nice, should we kiss?"

Stopping in his tracks, he asks, "What?"

Giggling, she skips ahead,

"Just kidding."

Glancing over her shoulder, she softly hollers,

"By the way, is that ceramic vase really expensive?"

Following closely behind, he says, "Yes."

Disappointed, worried, she says,

"Dang, how much was it?"

He grins, enjoys teasing,

"Just kidding."

Hands stuffed in her jacket pockets, she turns slightly gazing at his amused face, asks, "What?"

Merely smirking, hands in his trench coat, strolls over to her, holds his hand out, palm up, waiting for her to place a small hand in his own, as they continued they stroll.