Supernova||Book 1 [Wattys 2024]

Episode 12.5 - You Have To Take Responsibility

The sound of the alarm shattered the room's blissful silence. With a groan, Nine sat up in bed, sleepily reaching for the phone to disable the source of the disturbance

7:00 a.m.

He looked to his left at the person occupying his bed and a smile budded on his lips. His smile grew even larger when he remembered what they'd done last night. A blush rose in his cheeks.

One part of his body was particularly tender but the feelings in his heart were so overwhelming that he could overlook this discomfort.

Jorah was lying on his stomach, drawing steady breaths, his hair covering part of his face. The sheets were only drawn to his waist, leaving his top half bare. Even in the morning like this, he was handsome.

Like a moth to a flame, Nine reached out to touch him, gently sweeping the hair from his face. Upon his touch, Jorah stirred, causing Nine to retract his hand in haste. When Jorah did not open his eyes, Nine sighed in relief.

Not wanting to wake him, Nine began to stealthily leave the bed. The minute he moved, a pair of hands grabbed him by the waist. "Where do you think you're going?" Jorah's voice was a playful growl.

"I thought you were sleeping." Nine looked at him.

"I was until someone's alarm went off."

Nine looked at him apologetically. "Sorry. I was hoping not to wake you."

"Well, you did." Jorah put on a very serious face. "You cut my sleep short. I need my beauty rest." He began to pout. "How are you going to make up for it? I take my rest very seriously, Mr. Kim."

Nine tried to keep a straight face as he looked at Jorah's pout. "My deepest apologies," he played along. "How can I make it up to you?"

Jorah inched closer, his eyes flitting from Nine's face to his bare chest. "Oh... I'm sure you can think of something."

Nine's eyes widened. He didn't need to hear the words directly to know what Jorah was thinking "Are you serious?" he asked. "Didn't you have enough? We did it three times!"

A wide smile formed on Jorah's face "If I had my way, it would be more than that."

Laughing, Nine swatted his hand away. "Stop it." Jorah pouted. "There won't be any sex. How about if I feed you instead?"

With an exaggerated sigh, Jorah flopped backwards into the bed, his arms stretched out on either side of him.

Nine could not help laughing.

The man in his bed was one of the most powerful young people of their generation. Whether it was Jorah Jindaya, bad boy actor, or Logan Eren, the handsome heir—people took notice. But who was this person in bed acting so cutely?

Pulling closer, Nine hovered over Jorah. "You don't want any food?" He pinched Jorah's cheek playfully. Jorah didn't reply, still frowning. "I'll make you something delicious." Still no answer. Now it was Nine's turn to pout. "No?" he sighed. "Fine. I'll make a smoothie or something..." he paused, putting a thoughtful finger to his chin. "I wonder if Asion wants---I should.."

"Hey!" Jorah sat up, glaring at him.

Pulling an innocent face, Nine looked at him."What? I thought you didn't want any food."

"When did I say that?" Jorah asked, his brows pulled together in a frown. "Besides. I forbid you."

"Forbid me?" Nine raised a brow "From what?"

"You can't cook for that guy." He pouted. "No. Not for anyone else. Just for me."

Nine threw his head back in laughter before giving Jorah a quick peck on the lips. "Come on Mr. Jindaya, let's go."