TWENTY
Jaeyong sighs, kisses the top of my head, my cheek, then places another one on my mouth. “I’m gonna go get changed, let me just grab my stuff,” he says, heading to his own duffel bag on the floor to start grabbing his sleepwear. “I’m gonna knock before I come back inside,” he says, before leaving me behind to stare at the door, blinking at it, as if he’s going to do that K-drama thing and come in unannounced, but he doesn’t, he’s Jaeyong.
He’s pretty freaking perfect. So freaking perfect. Who does that when you’re dating exclusively?
And why shouldn’t he?
I pull on my sweatpants, leave my b*a on, and pull on a huge t-shirt for bed, grabbing my toiletries and waiting for my turn in the bathroom, across from Jaeyong’s old bedroom.
Jaeyong knocks on the door, and I pull it open fo
