Love on the Syllabus (A Han Jisung Fanfic)

Chapter 10 (M)

I was sitting on the stairs of the front porch when one of the police officers came to get my statement. He didn't ask a whole lot of questions though. Just the basics. Where was I when the incident happened? Did you see the person who threw the rock? Do you know anyone who might try to hurt you?

I wanted to show them the messages I had been getting but I stopped. I didn't want everyone finding out about Jisung and I. So I told them I don't know who it was that was trying to hurt me.

After they left, the paramedics arrived and told me I needed stitches on my hand. So my mom drove me to the hospital and right away I was taken in. In less than 2 hours, my hand was sutured, given pain meds prescription and was told to take it easy till my hand heals.

Once I was home and reassured mom that I was fine, she shifted some of my stuff in the guest room. This room was smaller than mine and the window was on a different wall. Damn, I can't see him till my window is fixed.

Changing into more comfier clothes again, I settled myself in bed as I laid down. My phone ringing startled me. It's 3am, for fuck sake. I answered without looking at the screen. "Yeah?"

"Vera."

My eyes widen. "Jisung? What....what are you doing still up?"

"I couldn't sleep knowing you were hurt. Does it hurt?"

"No. They gave me pain meds so I don't feel a thing."

"Oh thank god," he lets out a shakey breath. Was he worried?

"Are you okay?" I asked, examining my bandaged hand.

But I'm met with silence. "Hello?"

"I'm okay, lovebug. Just trying to get ready for bed."

"Oh?" I suddenly pictured him in just boxers.

He laughs on his end. "What is your mind thinking about?"

"Nothing."

"You do know I can just show you?"

"I don't want to see!" I exclaim.

"You sure?" He asked.

"Yes! I just wanna sleep," I replied, almost pleading.

"Okay. Goodnight, swet dreams baby," he says. "Hopefully about me."

I roll my eyes at his statement. "Yeah. Like that will ever happen." I hang up the phone and rest my head on the pillow. Sleep takes over me very quickly.

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*ANNA'S POV*

It's warm. Too warm. I move to take the blanket off from me when I feel an arm tighten around my waist. Smiling, I turn around and come face to face with a sleeping, pouty Chris. Giggling softly, I trace his soft curls, his cheeks, his nose, his lips. My cheeks warm as I lightly touch his lips, remembering the events of last night.

Gosh. I never knew it would be like that. I never knew losing my virginity would feel so....surreal. Chris was so gentle with me. When I told him that I wanted to wait till it was the right time for us, he was very supportive. Sure, there were times where we almost took that step but he always stopped before it got any further.

But last night, when he stopped kissing me, I made him look at me and told him that I wanted him. I wanted to take the next step with him. He was still hesitant so I had to take initiative by taking my shirt off. He was instantly on me.

"A picture might last longer, babe."

I gasp, retrieving my hand as I look up at him. His sleepy glossy eyes gaze down at me and again, I felt the butterflies erupt in my stomach. "I'll go make breakfast," I say quickly, flnging off the blanket but he wraps his arm around my waist, yanking me back to bed.