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38 | Brooklyn Baby

Music Companion : Brooklyn Baby by Lana Del Rey

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--- 10:30 pm ---

The ending credits rolled down on the screen as I lazily batted my lashes at the Quartz wall clock, surprised at how fast time had flown in Mr. Jeon's dreamy presence. I then rotated my head to look up from his lap that I was comfortably resting my head on, unable to hide my smile seeing his mouth slightly ajar with his head pushed back, long and thick lashes guarding his closed eyes as he dozed off leisurely.

How can someone so hot be this cute?

I gulped down, turning my gaze back on the TV but searched for the remote to turn it off, the temperature of my body noticeably higher from all that I had watched in the slightly salacious movie.

Now that I really think, the movie was more a kid's play in front of all the hardcore smuts I have read.

Now that it was more serene, I carefully lifted my hand to close his mouth, grinning quietly. But before I could even reach to touch his skin, Mr. Jeon's fingers were wrapped around my hand, grip steel strong. His eyes opened later on and he looked as if he was surprised by his own actions, seemingly driven by reflex. Wow.

"Chill," I finally let out the grin, not fearing to suppress my amusement, "You looked so cute just now, like a little baby boy!"

Mr. Jeon deliberately loosened, smiling sleepily, his tense eyes relaxing and softening as he shook his head, realizing how he had knocked out halfway through the film as he turned to the blank screen, eyes flying to the wall clock and widening, all appearing so completely comical to me while his gaze found back mine once again. "Why didn't you wake me up?"

"You needed the rest, old man."

What I had perceived to be a playful sentence seemed to really wake him up, his brow raising up sexily with all the charmingness still persisting on his face, "Say that again and watch...."

I was the most playful and daring I had been in a while when I opened my mouth again, getting ready to run away from him the moment I make fun of him again, "You are an oldie, Mr. Jeon!"

My laughter sliced through the previously calm environment, my legs pushing themselves off of him before his fingers could catch me, falling softly on the ground before I started running.

My heart beated louder in eagerness, not having done these types of things with Mr. Jeon before. One peek behind my back and I squealed loudly, adrenaline rushing up to my bloodstream finding Mr. Jeon chasing me just behind.

It was an understatement to say Mr. Jeon was fast, he was like a tiger. Freaking fast, but it didn't go on for really long, especially when I could barely see anything as I couldn't stop laughing no matter how hard I tried, even making away from his strong grip multiple hands before I finally stopped to take a breath, instantly getting trapped and tackled under him on the floor.

I breathed heavily, still giggling but it stopped when I wriggled my legs to push him away but instead he caught hold of both my feet, pulling me closer to him in one go but getting between my legs as he hovered over me, his own breathing shallow.

Mr. Jeon's dark eyes trailed up from my lips to my eyes, breathing hard while the strands of his long hair nearly tickled my skin. It didn't work that he had chosen to have such a Godlike physique that his chest was barely away from my face, the coldness of his silver chain hanging from his thick neck but triggering my emotions greatly, my eyes sinfully falling down on his flexed biceps and having a total meltdown of feelings right then and there.