Overshadowed || Han Jisung

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  He set up an extra bed for me, bringing a tint to my face. I set all three bags down on the bed, fighting the urge to scratch at my arms. The boy noticed my discomfort, slowly moving my way. "You okay?"

  I nodded, forcing a smile; yet he was not convinced. He knelt in front of me, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Talk to me."

  I looked down at my sleeves. He already knew what was underneath but... I was terrified for him to see it. "My arms are itchy, that's all."

  He sadly smiled, getting to his feet and walking towards the bathroom. He returned with some cleaning spray and ointment, as well as a black, short sleeve t-shirt.

  He sat next to me, softly pulling my arm onto his lap. He slowly and carefully lifted my sleeve as I continued to let him.

  It was now..

  Or later..

  He didn't react much, holding my hand in his as he held up the spray. "It's going to sting."

  I bit my lip, trying to stay quiet from the pain. He lightly blew on my arm, bringing some relief to the irritation. Lastly, he put small amounts of ointment on his finger, lightly dapping it on only a few of them.

  I just stayed silent, scared to say a word.

  He pulled the other hand, repeating the process. He handed me the t-shirt, leaving my sleeves rolled up. "Let your arms breath. They won't heal like this."

  "It's only me, it's okay."

  He helped me stand, lightly pushing me towards the bathroom. I changed into the baggy shirt without thought, staring at myself in the mirror. His shirt smelled like him.

  When I walked back out, he had a movie pulled up on the tv. He made a comfy spot to sit with many blankets and pillows, even lighting a candle.

  "Movie night?"

  I giggled, hugging him. "Sure, it sounds nice.

  We got comfortable, the clingy boy pulling me close. I didn't mind it through, happy that the dim lighting hid my blush. When the movie started, I was really focused and interested.

  However, as the middle of the movie came, I struggled to keep up. This caused me to constantly look away from the tv, stealing side views of him now and then.

  I stared at his neck, thinking of many, many things.

  After catching myself for the fifth time, I bit my lip, staring at the screen. "You seem distracted." He remarked.

   "N-no, I'm okay." I defended myself, trying to get more comfortable. His finger found my chin, moving my head to look towards him.

  The movie was the only sound as we sat there for a moment, the distance between us slowly yet surely becoming smaller.

  He closed the gap, softly connecting our lips. Fireworks began setting off in my stomach, chest and head as the energy in the room shifted.

  The kiss was neat yet passionate. He held my chin, occasionally pulling on my bottom lip with his thumb. My body began filling with excitement.

  He laid me down, smiling so cutely as he hovered above me. I held his face with both of my hands, licking my lips. "Can I be yours, Jisunggie?"

  He turned red, letting me let out a giggle. He nodded, going in for another kiss. "You were mine from the start, Moriko."

  He deeply kissed me. Something in my brain clicked as I pulled him closer to me, his lips starting to trail from my lips to my neck. His hands began to roam, so mine did as well. Things quickly began to escalate from there.

-- Morning --

"Good morning.." Jisung softly sang, kissing my arm and shoulder. I groaned, curling up into his chest and blanket. He lightly chuckled, caressing my head. "We have to get you to Jeongins soon. You have to wake up."

I became hot as I noticed my lack of clothes. Well, our lack of clothes. He lightly kissed my forehead, sitting up and pulling a pair of shorts on. He grabbed his t-shirt from the floor, bringing it over to me. He pulled it over my head as I shyly covered myself with the blanket.

He saw me plenty last night but, still.

He pulled me up from the bed as I held the shirt down to cover my butt. He pulled me close by my waist, surprising me with a kiss. "Did you sleep okay?"

I let out a hum, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I did, did you?"

"I slept amazing." He wiggled his brows. I playfully nudged him, resting my head on his shoulder. "I'm a little sore though."

"I'll-"

He was cut off by a knock at the door. We both went silent as he tiptoed to check. He looked back at me with wide eyes, motioning me behind the door and throwing a shirt on.

He motioned for me to take a deep breath, pulling the door open. "Hello Miss Ryu."

"Where is she."

"She told me she left, but unfortunately she won't tell me where she is, ma'am." He politely spoke. She angerly grumbled, looking into the dorm. "Bullshit! Her stuff it here! I got her that bag!"

"Fine, she did stay here over night because I wanted her to be safe, but she stepped out and didn't tell me, so I actually don't know where she currently is. It's the truth ma'am. Even so, Moriko is an adult. You can't force her to do something she doesn't want. At least, you can't anymore. She, nor I will take that behavior from you and her father anymore. She will make her own decisions, whether you approve of them or not, Miss Ryu. In all respect, she wasn't born to be useful to you. Neither was Yuriko."

A slap echoed as I gasped, getting stopped by Jisung as he held my hand behind the door. "This is now considered self defense." He announced, giving her a light shove. Not strong enough to make her fall, but just enough so he could slam and lock the door in her face.

I couldn't help but slowly collapse to the floor. He knelt down in front of me, pulling me in for a hug. "I'm here."

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