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Chapter Thirteen:Jung Wook-jin

God I think I’ve fallen for him. The way that he gazes at me makes me go wild inside, and it just feels as though my heart is about to burst out of my chest. The way his fingertips would graze over my skin; the way he talks to me as though nothing’s wrong; the way those hazel eyes would gaze straight at me in the sunlight, and would sometimes be glazed with tears of pain or joy; the softness of his laughs; and just his everything makes my heart race.

I even managed to get a dream of him. Or at least…I think it was a dream. I dreamt that we finally kissed. He kissed me while I was asleep, yet it was brief. Regardless, it felt so real; so vivid. It was like it actually happened.

And right when I woke, I saw him sat next to me on the bedside. He’d been caressing my cheek just barely, and I was sure of that. It’d seemed like he’d just finished getting dressed, which made me feel bad that I slept in. But he looked absolutely adorable in my hoodie, which was one of my favorite ones to wear.

His gaze was warm and dreamy, and it was like I just couldn’t take my eyes off him. Am I saying too much? Am I over exaggerating with my words?

I watched as he exited the room, still charmed with him. I f*****g love that guy, I thought. Slowly, I got out of bed and washed up, getting dressed into something casual right after. When I went out into the kitchen, Yongsoo was already there, boiling up the kettle while scrolling through his phone.

Just as the kettle stopped boiling, he sighed and switched off his phone, setting it down on the counter in front of him. He picks up the kettle and filled his mug with boiling water, staring soullessly at it as he did.

“You okay?” I ask, seating myself on the bar stools in front of the kitchen island.

He stays silent for a while. “I guess I am…” he finally said.

“But…?”

“But I feel bad.”

“For what?”

“For being here. You might not be used to someone being with you all day, and I feel like I’m just…taking up your personal space.”

“Trust me, you’re not! I love you here with me!” He then gazes at me with a rather shocked look in his hazel eyes, and slowly tilted his head. I then recall the words that’d just been spoken. s**t, I thought. “Sorry…that sounded a bit wrong,” I mutter, “I meant that I feel less lonely with you here, and I really like that you’re here…”

He lets out a hushed laugh and continues to pour a bit of coffee into his mug. “Yeah, no s**t, Sherlock,” he jokingly said.

“Could you make me a glass as well?” I ask. Just as he was about to pour a spoonful of sugar into his glass, he looks over his shoulder (at me) with an annoyed glare.

“You little bastard,” he laughed, “Fine. I’ll do that.”

“Thank you~” I said with an annoyingly sweet voice. He then brewed up another cup of coffee, like I told him to do. He then placed the glass right in front of me and sat right across me.

“What would you do without me?” he said sarcastically.

“I could…get a PhD, I could get a job, I could earn money, I could make a living for myself, I could become a millionaire, I could probably…live a good f*****g life.” Half of these were true, yet some of them were most definitely a lie. I know that I definitely can’t make a living for myself without Yungsoo; I know that I can’t live a good f*****g life without Yungsoo.

He clutches a hand over his chest and gives me an offended look in his eyes. “Well that’s just hurtful,” he said in a pitiful tone.

I brush it off with a laugh and take a sip of my coffee. “Trust me,” I told him, “I don’t mean any of those.”

“Still,” he said, “You’re mean.”

I laugh with the idea, but stay silent, bringing out my phone from my pocket. I looked at the time. “8:25 a.m.,” it read. I then look back up at Yungsoo, who had just been finishing off the last bit of coffee in his glass. “D’you plan to go anywhere today?” I ask.

“Nah, not really,” he said, “I was thinking we could either stay in, or we could go out aimlessly.”

“Why don’t we do both, then?” I suggest.

“How the hell do we do that?”

“We’ll go out now, then by 4 to 5, we’ll stay in.”

“Oh…yeah. We could do that.” He then hops out of his seat and places his glass into the dishwasher, while I turn around to face the windows. I could see faint droplets of water that’d formed on the glass, and the sunlight from 20 minutes ago had completely vanished. It’d started raining.

“Right, bad news,” I muttered.

“What is it?” he asked.

“It’s raining. And it’s raining pretty badly.”

“Ah shit.”

I honestly expected something like this to happen. Whenever we plan something good, something bad always comes to interrupt it. It’s not that I mind the fact we can’t go out, but it was just that I was hoping I could finally spend some time with him productively. I mean, I still can…it’s just that we don’t have much to do inside.

“Well, I guess I’m just gonna go back to sleep now,” I said sarcastically.

“But you just had coffee…” he muttered. I then walk up behind him to place my glass into the sink. He turned around right after, making our faces just inches apart. I then place my hands on the edge of the counter, creating a barrier so he couldn’t exit.

“There are many, many things that you don’t know I can do,” I whisper to him, a hand slowly sliding up to his chin. I sly smirk crawls onto my lips as I hold up his chin with two fingers, gazing straight into those hazel eyes.

“What?” he asked in a confused tone, not even stuttering a bit. He sounded calm. Too calm. Swiftly, I turn so I would be stood right next to him instead of in front of him and ignore the idea of me flirting with a sad smile.

“What I meant was that I can sleep right after drinking coffee,” I corrected. Immediately, I rush back into my room, embarrassed with what I’d just done. Why the f**k did you do that? I kept asking myself. I shut the door behind me and slowly slide down to the ground. “You goddamn i***t, “ I told myself.