Stolen : A Bboing Fanfic

You were like a Puppy

DISCLAIMER/WARNING: This is fiction and it has no relation to the actors in real life. Before reading this chapter, please consider them as fragments of my imagination and not real actors. If you are not comfortable imagining the characters being sexually intimate with each other, then I request you not to read the last part of this chapter.

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The weather was changing quickly as the cold breeze of winter was replaced with pleasant sun rays. One such ray fell on Boyoung's face, making her awake as she looked around the room. She sat up and narrowed her eyes searching for Inguk but he wasn't there. She checked the time on the wall clock and it was almost noon. 

She opened her mouth in shock since she had overslept and felt dizzy already. Taking her silk robe lying near her pillow, she got down from the bed and put the robe on. She yawned as she lazily dragged herself to the bathroom to wash up. Her hair was all messed up which she quickly tied into a bun as she stood in front of the mirror. 

Thankfully it was a Sunday morning, and she had no plans to slip out of her nightgown. There was no sign of Inguk around her room so she thought of going to his floor. 

"Where did he go without telling me?" she said to herself as she searched his room, from where he had shifted to Boyoung's room by that time. She searched in his gym area but he wasn't there too. When she was about to go back to her room and give him a call, she heard humming sounds coming from his study which was originally Mr. Kim's. She frowned and approached the door of a vintage-style study that was large enough to fit a family of three. 

She walked inside and looked around, there were mostly books all around, but as she walked towards the corner, she saw the most unexpected thing she could have imagined. 

Near a large glass window in the corner of the room, Inguk was sitting on a wooden stool with a canvas placed carefully on a stand. He had a paintbrush and pallet in his hand as he was painting a view that he saw out of the window. She always knew he liked to paint, but what made her jaws drop was that he wasn't wearing a shirt. 

She gasped and narrowed her eyes, hiding behind a bookshelf. He had a blue pair of jeans and nothing on top, letting the sun rays entering through the window highlight every muscle. She gulped as she started feeling hot. 

Gosh, I am having another one of those crazy dreams - she thought to herself and lightly slapped on her cheeks in an attempt to wake herself up. But she wasn't dreaming after all. 

He suddenly moved his eyes to her side and looked at her with a smirk. She flinched a little and felt embarrassed but he didn't say anything. He simply went back to painting with a smile on his face. 

"Ya.." Boyoung slowly took a few steps towards him. 

"Good morning," he said without looking at her. 

"What do you think you are doing?" she said as she stood next to him. 

He stopped and looked up at her. 

"I am... painting, why?" he smirked before looking at the canvas again. 

"Is this how you paint? without wearing a shirt? " she said folding her arms and trying not to look flustered. 

Inguk chuckled and continued to paint as he spoke. 

"C'mon Boyoung, isn't it hot?" he smiled.

She opened her mouth to say something but his words made her feel giddy. 

"You're so self-obsessed, calling yourself hot?" she shrugged trying to hide her blush. She knew he wasn't wrong.