The Assistant -LeeKnow

Chapter 5

He was peaceful when he was sleeping. He was actually tolerable when he was unconscious. And Naeun wasn't sure why, but she couldn't stop watching him as she sat up front on the tour bus trying to watch the TV. Lee know was on his usual couch. His book flopped down on his chest after his eyes fluttered closed, losing himself to the dream world. He didn't snore or sleep with his mouth open and there wasn't drool seeping out of the corner of his mouth. He was actually just this beautiful creature lying there. His long eyelashes pressed lightly to the tops of his cheeks, his pink lips perfectly pouted – those same lips that kissed her own only a couple of days prior.

Naeun shook her head, trying to dispel the thought. They were on the tour bus for the past two days between shows, leaving her with little to nothing to occupy her thoughts. She was sure she was going stir-crazy. She was thinking of Lee know and that stupid kiss way too much in the days that followed it. She hated herself for liking it, for wanting more. She hated herself for enjoying something Lee know had to offer. And she hated herself for so easily being put under his spell. She thought she had more self-control than that. She thought she valued herself higher than to ever go for someone like him. But as she sat there, catching herself watching him once again, she could feel just how little resistance she truly had.

When she saw his lips curve up into a smile, she knew he caught her watching him and she hated herself just a little bit more because of it.

Fuck.

"Hi, Naeun," Lee know breathed as his head turned in her direction, his eyes fully open.

"Hmm," she breathed, angry with herself, determined to keep her eyes glued to the TV.

"You enjoying yourself?" He smirked at her. She looked over at him with a glare in her eyes and he laughed out loud.

"Pretend you weren't just staring at me. It's cool," he said with that stupid smile still plastered on his stupid face.

"I really hate you. I hope you know that," Naeun told him, narrowing her eyes into slits, glaring at him. His laughter echoed through the small space.

"It wouldn't be as funny if you were actually telling the truth," he said confidently as he sat up, running his fingers through his curly hair.

"Believe me," she grumbled under her breath, realizing that arguing with him was absolutely pointless. He had a comeback for everything.

"You're adorable," he chuckled as he stood up, making his way back to the bathroom.

"Fucking, ugh," she grumbled to herself.

The last thing she needed was for him to think she was harboring any type of feelings for him. Just because she may have enjoyed the kiss more than she should have, didn't mean she wanted it to happen ever again or that she liked him. She was convinced she only let it happen because she missed Mark. It was the only way to explain it. She missed her relationship and the affection that went along with it. That was it.

"Hey," Lee know said, eyeing Naeun as he walked into the dressing room at the venue the next day.

Naeun was all alone in the room, getting some last minute stuff put together before the show. Skz and crew was off surveying the stage for that night's show after a part of it was damaged during transit. It was a large crisis all day long, everyone's stress level heightened considerably because of it.

"Why aren't you out there with everyone else?" She asked him.

"What do I care about that kind of stuff? It'll get figured out. I go out and sing and dance . That's what I am here for," he said with a shrug of his shoulders as he leaned against the vanity, looking over at her. She scoffed, shaking her head as she continued with her work.