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Liliana
My eyes open slowly after a lot of attempts, my eyelids are heavy as if I was drugged or something, or, I didn’t sleep for years. I try to move my body but it feels like it's wrapped up with a strong chain or something. Did I get kidnapped by someone? Or someone drugged me? Why am I feeling this way? Or did I take an extra pill last night to fall asleep? My head is so heavy.
I rotate my eyes, trying to move only to find a hard surface beneath my cheek and trust me, I wasn’t ready for this. A strong inked arm wrapping around my waist securely and my cheek pressing against his hard chest, I can feel his brick-like strong chest under my cheek as if I’m not really lying above someone’s chest, it’s only a heartbeat that can really tell me it’s him.
His other arm under his head, his jet black hair is messy and covering his forehead with some curl, his kissable small lips are parting apart a bit, and he looks so dreamy, so peaceful, so like an innocent kid sleeping. Oh my God, why does he make me feel this way? My heart is beating so fast, just to take a look at him.
Pushing my body upward, I stare into his face, to take a closer look of his handsome face. He’s sleeping so peacefully that I don’t want to wake him up. So, I stare, I observe the male beauty.
“Careful, Princess, I might do something unholy which you and I both will regret if you don’t stop looking at me like that.” He says without opening his eyes which makes me gasp as I try to get up from the position of hovering over him to stare at him, however, he tightens his grip around my waist and insists on me to stay like this—tangling with his body.
“You’re awake.” I whisper and he chuckles, finally decides to open his eyes and removes the hand under his head, wraps it around my waist, now there’s no way I can free myself from him. “I wasn’t. But the way you were staring at me made me awake. I’m not a heavy sleeper like you, you know? Who sleeps like a dead corpse.” He says and my chin wobbles. Suddenly, I want to cry. He doesn’t know how much struggle I need to put to sleep at night, how I’m struggling with insomnia.
He doesn't even know that I couldn’t sleep for the past two nights which made me sleep like that last night. Whatever. Why would I expect something from him though? He doesn’t need to know anything.
I feel something soft underneath my chin, it snaps out of my imagination and it’s Jeon Jungkook. “What’s cooking inside your pretty brain, Flower?” He asks while raising a brow which makes me frown. “Pretty brain?” I ask and he chuckles.
“Pretty girls have small, pretty brains.” He says ever so casually but that makes my heart skip a beat. He’s so—intriguing. “As if you know what my brain looks like.” I roll my eyes, his eyes drop down from my eyes to my lips, then my chest and—shit! The sleeve of the bathrobe already pulled down, exposing my shoulder with my cleavage and I need to cover them up as I’m sure he isn’t looking anywhere but the blackish marks on my upper arm as a small frown resting between his eyebrows.
