The View// JeongChan FF

4. "Sleeping"

Sleep was the last thing on my mind as the beautiful creature lay next to me. His heavy breathing was tickling the back of my neck as he held me tightly, desperate to keep me close to him as he slept. I was enjoying toying with him. It was difficult when he was awake because I had to try and hide how I truly felt. This game was fun though. I was revelling in the reactions he was giving me. Every time I moved away slightly, his hips would press into me and send chills racing over all of my skin as every tiny hair on my body stood on end.

It was the closest I could get to having him right now.

"Why are you so restless tonight?" His deep sleepy voice caressed my ears and I bit my lip hard, drawing blood as I tried to control my excitement, and also stop my body betraying me.

"Sorry." I whispered. "I was having a weird dream." I lied expertly. This wasn't my first rodeo. I rolled over and saw his full lashed lids blinking slowly at me as the moonlight caressed his expertly carved face. I was jealous of everything, and everyone, that got to touch him, that wasn't me.

"Go to sleep. We've got plans with the guys tomorrow." He murmured as he closed his sleep laden eyes once more. I decided to test the boundaries and find out exactly how comfortable my precious little gem was with our 'friendship'.

I pressed my face into his warm chest and slid one of my legs between his. He huffed slightly and his arms pulled me fully into his warm body. It felt like static electricity was racing over every inch of my skin as it met his. I would never get tired of sharing this bond with him.

God this was good.

"Goodnight." I closed my eyes and pressed my ear to his chest so I could listen to the soothing sound of the heart, that I wanted to own, beating.

"Goodnight." His nose pressed against my head as he rested his face there, ready for sleep to reclaim him. There was no way I would be able to sleep like this. Not that I wanted to.

Watching him sleep up close was infinitely better than watching him through his window every single night. This was the kind of rush I lived for. The dangerous ones where I would run the risk of being caught if I pushed it too far. I nuzzled at his skin and he let out a loud lofty huff of irritation.

"I swear to God, I'm gonna go and sleep on the couch if you carry on." He threatened quietly. My heart lept into my throat uncomfortably. The last thing I wanted was him escaping my grasp. Not when I had just got him back into it.

"OK, I'm done. I swear." I whispered against his warm, inviting skin. He settled again and it wasn't long before his heavy breaths were tickling at the back of my neck once more.

"Sweet dreams." I whispered almost silently as I listened to his heart pounding. My own heavy lids closed and I allowed the soothing sound of his strong heart hypnotise me into a deep sleep.

I woke before him and was surprised to find his head laid up on my chest. It wasn't even dawn yet, but the faint light of the sun, peeking over the horizon as it began waking the world in the distance, told me it would soon be day time and I would have to part from my love.

No matter though, we had a whole day of plans ahead, and there was plenty of time to get him on his own. The blanket had drifted down our bodies and his hand was firmly wrapped around my thigh.

Just the thought of him being that close to everything I desired to give him was getting me more excited than I ever thought it would. As much as it pained me to do so, I carefully lifted his hand and placed it on my toned stomach. The one he enjoyed tickling whenever he got the chance. He shifted slightly in his deep sleep and a small, adorable whine escaped his mouth. My arm wrapped around his shoulders more firmly and he pressed his body to my side. My hand rested over his and I pushed my nose into his hair, enjoying the scent I had craved ever since I first smelled it on him.

"Stop sniffing me weirdo." He murmured quietly. I chuckled as his fingers drummed gently against my stomach. His croaky deep sleepy voice was the sexiest sound I had ever heard. I looked forward to it every time we shared a sleepover, along with those beautiful eyes waking up in the morning.

The way his lids stayed half open as he slowly woke. His hair grazing past his eyes whenever he moved his head. Of course there was also the way his eyes danced over my body. He always examined me whenever he woke up next to me.

Those were the cheap thrills I lived for.

"Ugh, what time is it?" His voice drew me out of my thoughts and I reached for my phone.

"Six thirty."

"Wake me up at eight. Why are you even awake? It's way too early for this!" He yanked the blanket back over both of us and cuddled right into my body with his delicate fingers gently resting on my chest, just over my heart.

"OK. Get some sleep. I'm sure I kept you up far too late anyway." He half let out a tired laugh and I couldn't help smiling down at him. Why was he always so damn cute? Cuteness is what drove me obsession. The more adorable someone or something was the more inclined I was to pursue it until it was mine.

"Damn right you did." I chewed at the inside of my lip as his fingertips gently danced over my skin, as his hand moved down towards my waist.

"You excited for today?"

"Of course I am. It'll be good to hang out with everyone. We haven't been together properly for awhile since school started up!"

"Wait, get some sleep!" I instructed as I wrapped both of my arms around his torso. He accepted the embrace and wriggled closer to the warmth of my body.

"I'll wake you up at eight ok?" I placed one hand on his head and gently ran my fingers through his hair, encouraging the sleep I knew I had deprived him of all night. It was unfortunate for him, that we were neighbours, and had become friends.

It always started as friends. Then it was a crush. Then it was obsession. Not the cute kind you find in love stories written by desperate lonely people (ahem) the creepy kind that always went too far when you became the focus of a psychopaths affection.

There was nothing cute about what I was planning, and nothing that would even be considered a beautiful love story.

This was pure unadulterated obsession and one that I felt more strongly than ever before.

The best thing, was knowing he was totally unprepared for it.

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Ah creepy.

I live for it.

I love the obsession.

Anyway happy reading

Ilysm 💜