Stolen : A Bboing Fanfic

Crazy in Love

Boyoung felt heavy on her head as she opened her eyes slowly. When the light fell on her eyes, she immediately shut them and sunk her face against something. Slowly coming back to her senses, she felt one of her arms folded next to her. And with the other hand, she could feel something cold and smooth underneath it. She ran her fingers on it and slowly opened her eyes. 

Her jaws dropped as she saw herself cuddled next to Inguk. She was using one of his arms as a pillow and with his other hand, he was holding her head gently as if he had slept patting her on the forehead. She flinched and opened her eyes wide as she saw her hand was actually inside his shirt, resting on his waist. In a fraction of a second, she pulled her hand out and sat. Her first instinct was to look down and check her clothing. 

She took a sigh, seeing that she was still dressed.

"Thank God," she said closing her eyes. 

Inguk squeezed his eyes and opened them just to see a shocked Boyoung sitting next to him. He understood the confusion immediately and smirked. 

"Good morning, beautiful" he teased. 

"Ya! why are you here? " she tried to sound normal but her heart was racing with nervousness.

"C'mon, you know why," he said pulling himself up to sit against the headrest.

"Shut up! Don't lie" she objected. 

"I didn't say anything" he shrugged and looked down at his shirt, which was stained with her lipstick marks. There were some on his neck too. 

"Ya! That's not ..." she doubted it herself as she couldn't recall anything from last night. 

"Boyoung, it's the truth," he said sounding serious.

"What?" she shouted. 

"Last night... we..." he shrugged. 

She opened her mouth to say something but was almost on the verge of having a nervous breakdown when she heard him speak.

"Slept next to each other," he said pursing his lips and holding his laugh. 

"What?" she frowned. 

"I mean, you slept next to me, you know ..." he couldn't hold it anymore and started laughing. 

"You ! " she gritted her teeth and shouted picking a pillow from her side and hitting him on the head. " I hate you!" she screamed. 

"I'm sorry!" he kept laughing, while she was still hitting him. 

"What kind of a joke was that!" she scolded him, as he held the pillow and kept it down. 

"Sorry, you looked so scared, I couldn't help it" he chuckled. 

"Now tell me what happened," she asked threatening him to speak the truth. 

"You were drunk, you slept in the office. I brought you home and you requested me to sleep here."

"Gosh!" she rolled her eyes. "What about those marks?" she asked feeling a bit shy. 

"Ah..." Inguk recalled how she had kissed him on the neck last night. But he didn't want to tell her to make it awkward. " Maybe that happened when you were asleep, your lipstick was quite dark so..."

"Okay fine, I'm sorry for ... all the trouble" she apologized looking away. 

"It's okay, I had fun teasing you" he laughed.