[ᴇᴅɪᴛɪɴɢ] 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 || 𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧

36

NOT EDITED!
Double update because I made y'all wait

     It's been a few days and I've been in Jeonghans room for the time being. He's been sleeping on the couch despite my protesting. As he stated before, he wasn't the type to force something. I felt a horrible though. I intruded his room even though he brought up the idea, it still didn't feel right that he slept on the couch. Our parents said that the construction for the room will be done within three to four days. I'm happy about that, because it's been very awkward ever since our last argument. I also hate waking up every morning with Jeonghan staring at me from the couch.

     The dark room, I could still feel his eyes linger on my silhouette. It sent shivers down my spine. He was trying to scan me, to understand something that he was missing or failing to comprehend. I don't know what that was, but it seemed to be bothering him as well. I sat up from my bed, rubbing my died eyes. My arms went limp onto my lap. All I could see before my eyes was his eyes seeping through my skin. I scream, reaching over the table to switch on the lamp. "What the hell?!"

     "What?" He let out, crossing his legs over each other leaning his head on his arm. His lips curved down, a sulky appearance flattened on his face.

     "Why're you up so late, and why're you staring at me?" I look at the clock beside his bed. It was a quarter past 3. Why was he still up? I rubbed my temples of my head, a growing migraine pounding on my skull.

      "I can't sleep, the couch isn't that comfortable." Jeonghan stretched his back, I could hear it crack from the bed. Jeonghan pressed his back flat against the couch, resting his head on the top of the cushion. I felt more guilty. I know that if I told Jeonghan we could switch spots, he wouldn't. I've tried that before already, but since this guilt was eating me away, I just patted the spot next the me. That caught Jeonghans attention. He instantly understood what I was saying and walk e over to the bed, taking the spot beside me. "...thanks."

     "No problem, just turn off the light."  I lay back flat on the bed, resting my head on his pillows, pulling his blanket up to my shoulders. My eyes were closed but I could still feel his eyes piercing my face. I moved my hand up, pushing his cheek the opposite direction from. "Stop staring. It's creepy."

      That's how the night went. We both slept in the same bed, my guilt slowly disintegrating and slumber filling that void.

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     I could feel the sun burst through the plasma pained windows, flooding my face with the warm heat, I can feel fingers tracing my cheek as I slept. I open my eyelids immediately to be faced with a wide eyed Jeonghan. "I-I thought you were sleeping!"

      "I was. You woke me up." I flipped around onto my other side to avoid looking at his face. Not right now, not fucking now. I can feel his fingers run through my hair, goosebumps trailing my arms. I turn around to face him. "Can you stop?"

      Jeonghan smirked and stared at me. His eyes squinting while he continued to run his fingers through the tops of my head. "Why? What am I doing?"

      "This! With your stupid hand—"

      Jeonghan smirked against pulling my head closer towards him, stamping my forehead with his lips, pulling away, rolling into his back. "This feels nice. It's as if we're a married couple."

      "We're not married—" I sit up straight, dragging my legs onto the edge of his bed. Pressing the soles of my feet on the cold tiled floor. "—And we're not a couple."

      Jeonghan smirked again hide half his face underneath the covers. All I could see was his eyes squint slightly. "Not yet."

      "Not ever." I directed as I walked towards his bathroom, grabbing my temporary necessity bag that consisted of my personal use items like a brush, makeup, etc. He smiled pulling covers down to show me his whole face.

      "Wae? Why do you say that? It'll happen some day, I think you know that too." Jeonghan laughed, raising his eyebrow and then smiling again. He shifted his knees, trying to find a more comfortable spot. "Look, we're already bickering like and old married couple, it's bound to happen."

       I could only laugh at his words shaking my head more. I straighten up to stare at the handsome man that laid there. His eyes staring at me hungrily. I could read his thoughts right now but they're far from PG. I roll my eyes. "Jeonghan both of us are in a relationship. Let's not ruin what we already have."

     "We both have something we don't want. I don't see the problem with breaking it off." Jeonghan shrugs, sitting up straight leaning against the back board. I could only shake my head again.

     "Who says I don't want my relationship?" I answered. My situation is a little confusing. I don't want to be in a relationship with Mingyu, but I don't want to lose him. Is it selfish of me to think these thoughts? I can't help but feel as if it is. This situation is just so hard to digest that when I think it's finished, I end up puking it all out again.

     Jeonghans smirk faded, it was replaced with a serious expression. He just sat there watching me as if he already knew that I was lying. So he called me out for it. "You know that isn't true. I've been watching you with him, it's awkward because I know you don't like him."

      Jeonghan pulled the covers off completely walking towards me slowly, his fingers connecting to my chin to lift my head up slightly, smiling down at me. "Because you just can't accept the fact that you like me."

      I roll my eyes, pushing his hand away from my face. There's no way I'm going to say that's true...
     —but my lips couldn't bring myself to deny it either. So I walked away towards my duffel bag. I could just hear his smirk while he talked. "You didn't deny it."

     I just shook my head and finished brushing my hair, grabbing clothes from my duffel bag that laid in the corner of his room. I grabbed black shorts and a sweater walking into his bathroom to change. I could hear the door bell ring from the bathroom, and footsteps creak against the floor. By the time I walked out, Jeonghan was already gone, he had left the room to answer the door. I swing open Jeonghans bedroom door, making my way towards the stairs. Only to hear a bunch of cursing. I froze on my feet recognizing that voice.
     —It was Yeonhee.