Special kind of BAD || haesoo ✓

5.

The girl looked around in a small room, noticing to herself that she expected to see from a teenager that lives alone, worse housing. The room was quite tidy, it even seemed that he was rarely here. And only a school uniform, hastily laid on the back of a chair, and textbooks, slightly scattered on the table, said that Haein was alone here.

"Guitar of yours?" she asked, seeing another object that greatly surprised her.

He never told that he played a musical instrument, and this fact once again changed her attitude towards him.

"Yes, I inherited it from my father," he replied, coming up behind, and suddenly threw a terry towel over Jisoo's head. "You need to dry your hair. It is forbidden to sleep with a wet head."

"What a nonsense, Haein," she laughed, but still did not remove his fingers massaging her head.

Jisoo was still waiting for him to kiss her again, because she was sure that he was inevitable in this situation, and would not mind feeling his dry lips on hers again.

"I don't know if it's stupid or not, but my grandmother would kick my ass for this," he grinned, causing Jisoo to have a huge dose of tenderness, and quietly breathed deeply the smell of her hair.

Now she smelled of his shampoo, and this made his heart beat loudly and breathlessly. "Just a little more", he kept repeating in his mind, reassuring himself that there wasn't much time left before the end of the night, that he could endure these few hours and not hurt Jisoo by using her body.

"Do you play?" she asked, still staring at the acoustic guitar, which seemed to draw attention to itself because of how lonely it stood against the wall near the small double bed.

"I won't play for you now, Jisoo," he replied with a smile, anticipating her desire. "You have to relax."

"I'm not tired at all," she muttered, removing the towel from her head, and turned to face the guy, wanting to show the sincerity of her words.

Haein laughed softly, causing the girl's heart to skip a beat and her body to heat up.

"I just brought you from the hospital where you were on a drip. And now you will sleep," he said firmly, continuing to smile with his eyes, and pointed to his bed.

There was no doubt that she would sleep on his bunk, whose bed linen he managed to change while the girl was taking a shower, but the closer this moment came, the more difficult it was for him to keep himself in an adequate condition.

"And you?.." she asked timidly, almost not hearing her own voice, because she noticed that there were no sofas in the apartment, not even a wardrobe, from which Haein could unexpectedly get a mattress and lie on the floor on it.

Haein didn't have time to think about it yet. All those girls whom he invited to his modest apartment during the time that he rented this place, of course, slept in his arms, and they didn't really sleep actually. He couldn't invite Jisoo to lie down beside him as he had just insisted that she should rest. Haein was sure that if they lay down next to each other, he would definitely not let her do it.

He lowered his head to the floor next to the bed, but before he could say anything, Jisoo shook her head. "Don't say, that on the floor. Your grandmother will be very unhappy with this."

She smiled embarrassedly, trying to hide her face under the towel, and bit her lips painfully, because too vulgar thoughts came into her head. She had an important day in her career tomorrow – she should in no case represent her classmate in indecent poses.

"It's all right, Haein, you promised not to touch me," she nodded, noticing the guy's no less embarrassed look.

He once again confused her feelings, as if it was not him on the first day of their acquaintance who offered her sex right in this apartment.