Kim Jungwoo, known as the unsociable beauty of the campus, paint himself as an ordinary junior college student. But that was just a mask to cover his anxiety-driven life filled with nightmares and self-doubt, which resulted for him to seek for the '...
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Is this fucking happening? I blinked my sleepiness away as I counted to ten. My eyes were focused on the man sleeping beside me. He was in a deep sleep, clearly undisturbed when I stretched out involuntarily. I momentarily forgot that we slept together for the whole night and now the soft glow of the morning light was peeking into the room.
It has been several years since the last time I slept with someone, not to mention without sex involved. He even looks handsome in the morning, I sighed as I took in every fine detail on Jaehyun's face. He must be so tired to be sleeping like this. Well, he did mention that he wasn't able to sleep well these past few days.
While staring at him, my mind went back to his confession yesterday. I knew it was irrational for me to burst out like that especially since we were not really dating. But it pissed me off when I saw him laughing heartily with Mark but failed to message me. I mean, I thought we had something going on, right? I didn't imagine that kiss last week, right?
When I think like that, I felt that my actions were justified even for a small bit. But I should keep myself in check for any uncalled tantrums because they can cause a misunderstanding on both parties. And that's the last thing I wanted, I sighed again while focusing my eyes on the hotel ceiling this time.
What should I do with Jaehyun? was the question that kept popping in my head since last week. My feelings for him were clashing with the rule that I set up to protect myself and the people around me. And this has been torturing me internally for so many waking hours.
I like him, that's for sure. When he unexpectedly confesses his feelings yesterday, I wanted to tell him that I exactly felt the same way. I wanted him to know that I liked him enough to throw my resolve out of the window. I liked him enough to want him beside me like we were right now as long as we can. Heck, I liked him enough to even consider introducing him to my father. But a small nagging voice at the back of my head kept on reminding me that maybe I don't deserve the happiness that I wanted to achieve. That maybe liking him was not enough to throw away the determination I have built for the past few years. If I say that to him, I wonder how will he react? Will he leave me and forget about me as nothing happened?
"Good morning," I heard him mumble sleepily. He snuggled his head at the space between my cheek and shoulder while his arm was across my chest. "I had a good sleep, thank you,"
"Don't make this a regular habit," I teased him.
"Why not? You make a great body pillow, you know? You have potential," he teased back.
"You don't have work today?"
"No. But I should be back in two days or my subordinate will have my head in a platter,"
