HIM IN MY BED [Jakehoon Or Is It....?]

CHAPTER 19

"Give me a couple of secs to clean up." Yeonjun says before closing the door in my face, the sound of placing n rummaging echoing from inside the bedroom. Out of boredom, my eyes roam the hallway; rolling across the multiple family photos on the wall.

I gawk over the childhood photos of Yeonjun, his dark hazel eyes radiates from within the frames. Slowly, as my eyes trail over the photos, the family starts to grow, eventually finishing w 4 kids. 6 people - damn.

I press my ear against the door, hearing the similar rummaging before returning my eyes to the photos on the wall. The family starts to shrink in the photos, the most recent a picture of just Yeonjun n his 3 siblings in his arms - what happened to his parents?

The squeaking of the opening door behind me snaps my attention away, Yeonjun emerging in the doorway - slightly out of breath. "Come in." He ushers, signalling his arm inside the bedroom.

My eyes enter before my body, examining, similar to the choices of Sunghoon. Stop thinking bout Sunghoon, cuz he's definitely not thinking bout u.

"Sorry for the wait, I would've tidied up before if I'd known someone was gonna be here." He stands beside me, hands on his hips, proudly gazing over his room. My eyes wander, every inch of the room covered on memories - how sweet.

"So u always have a bottle of vodka next to ur bed or..." I ask cautiously, trying not to sound bland n prudish.

"Oh that...well, u need smtg to take the edge off when ur rasing 3 kids." My eyes slowly track to him as his tone saddens. "So yeah, the bottle is my best friend when I'm happy, sad, angry, scared... lonely...but... enough bout me..." He laughs, shifting the mood n changing the tone of conversation, sliding the bottle into his bedside table drawer. Ik his bubbling tone is a ruse to hide his feelings, but I won't poke further.

"Wanna play a game of Grand Theft Auto V?" He plops into his gaming chair, nudging at the TV screen, swivelling around w a gleeful grin on his face.

I stare at him vacantly...how the fuck do u play that? How the fuck do u play Playstation?

"Sure. That's my fave game ever." I bluff, my mind instantly befuddled by all the buttons n sticks on the controller. He turns on the screen, waiting expectantly as my character stands still - my strategy of random- button pushing achieving nothing. Damn it.

"U don't know how to play do u?" I bow my head, avoiding his gaze.

"Not rlly. I just wanted u to think I'm cool." I admit, receiving a chuckle in return.

"Come, I'll teach u how to play." I push off the bed, staring at him awkwardly as he spreads his legs open, creating a little gap for me to sit on the chair. "Alright, it's not that hard, I promise." His hands settle on top of mine, guiding my fingers onto the buttons. My mind zones out as his breath tickles my neck, sending tingles down my spine. His instructions fall dead to my ears as his firm hands control my fingers; caressing them- the colors on the TV combining into a mush.

Time passes comfyly, his voice piping up as he starts shooting around - my mind only focussed on his warm grasp around my hands - holding me, delicately.

The screen draws black, my attention returning to the controller in my hands as his voice booms into a victory cheer. "U did it, u completed the mission!" His hands leave my wrist, patting me on the shoulders in excitement. I stand n twirl around, smiling at the glimmering brightness in his eyes. His gaze falls back into the chair as he stares at me, his cocky smile making me somewhat self-conscious.

"How r u gonna celebrate ur first victory?" He asks as he stands up, towering over me at his full height. He inches closer, his eyes locking onto my lips - my heart beating faster as he lowers his neck towards me; his breath pecking my lips of my blushing cheeks.