Apricity || P.SH.

chapter sixteen

Shiwoos PoV

„Didn't you promise me to not forget your jacket again?", Sunghoon asked, raising his brow slightly, while crossing his arms in front of his chest.

„Well", I responded quietly not daring to look at the boy in front of me.

Trying to think of a good excuse, I pressed my lips together tightly and fiddled with my hands. It was still a mystery to me how nervous Sunghoon could make me feel. I could sense the boy's gaze burning into me, as he waited for what I wanted to say.

„I'm sorry", I gave in, slumping down my shoulders.

His chuckle made my cheecks burn, as he ruffled my hair slightly. „You dont have to be sorry, stupid. I just don't want you to freeze."

I finally looked at him. Well, it was actually a glare, while I tried fixing my now disheveled hair. Sunghoon knew that I hated when he did that and thats exactly why he never stopped.

„I told you not to do that", I complained again anyway, only receiving a lopsided grin with his little fangs showing.

„Well, you look rather cute when you're mad. Never would I give up that sight ever", he teased, while raising his hand to help me fix my hair anyway. I felt a blush creep up my cheeks and turned away quickly so he wouldn't notice.

„Rude", I muttered, acting offended.

„I can see you blushing, you know. No need to hide it", he snickered further, tilting his head in innocence.

I grew even more flustered with that comment of his and bit down onto my bottom lip. When I looked at Sunghoon again, he was still smiling victoriously. A slight pout formed on my lips as I observed his appearance. I noticed his eyes wandering my face, stopping at certain places before he looked into my eyes again.

„I'll go crazy because of you someday", I uttered trying to walk past him, but he grabbed my wrist and turned me back to face him.

He was dangerously close, a hitch caught up in my throat. I blinked a few times, trying to gather myself. My heart was beating frantically and my mind was in a frenzy. Tingles were sent through my whole body, from where his hand touched mine.

Again he seemed to observe me intensly, while I could only stare at his seemingly flawless face. Even his moles were perfectly placed, only making him appear more handsome. I grew incredibly flustered under his gaze, but all this time his gaze maintained soft.

Suddenly he raised his free hand and took a strand of my hair that was hanging loosely into my face between his fingers, before putting it behind my ear and resting his warm hand on my cold cheek. I swallowed heavily while my heart beat against my chest.

„Did you know that you're like really pretty?", he suddenly blurted out. If I wouldn't already have been blushing before I now definitely was. Now my eyes were roaming his face, from his sharp yet gentle eyes, perfectly formed brows, high nose to his plump lips. I stopped for a second not being able to look away.

„What?", I muttered in disbelief, but also quite distracted from how close we still were.

I could literally feel his warm breath on my face. Suddenly our eyes met. I shrunk under his piercing gaze, feeling flustered. His hand was still capturing my cheek, almost as if he didn't want to let go of me. The next thing I knew, I was pulled into his gentle embrace that I grew to love so much.

It was yet another Friday of us MC-ing together. The show went well today, all easy and chill. After last weeks meet up at our house, we decided to do the same thing this weekend too. We were the only people we had and who we knew that wouldn't talk about our problems to anyone they didn't know.