It's Tomorrow, Little Thing

CHAPTER SEVEN (Ye-Jun's POV)

I wake up in a cold sweat.

But my uneasiness fades as I see Myeon-Jin's face. His lips are open, making his cheeks inflate. I wanna smile but my face is frozen in awe. He looks so small, innocent and petite. His face completely opposes to what he sounded like last night, crying his lungs out. I swallow and raise myself up on my elbows to admire him.

His breath is steady, also the opposite of last night. I tilt my head. Why has he claimed his life is hell? I lean down and want to connect my lips to his but stop. I can't do that to a boy I met a few days ago. Instead, I lean down to his neck and kiss it.

"I won't go," I whisper.

I pull my head up and he adjusts himself. I don't tense because if he wakes up, I can defend myself without having to explain what really happened. I smirk finally, knowing my skill and how well I hide it. Yang Bo-Ham knows my skill, knows my façade~.

I sit up and turn towards my night stand and grab my phone. I check my Messages, noting some business that is needing to be tended to. I purse my lips and put my feet on the ground, clutching the edge of the mattress.

I may be a horrible person in his eyes, but I only get rid of those who can't keep promises, who can't present their loyalty. The ones who prove themselves not to be capable of trust and honesty.

I stand up and stretch, turning around to grab my phone. I take a long glare at Myeon-Jin who shifts, making a cute cooing noise. Oh, God. Control yourself, Jeong, I scold myself, focusing on my heart beat.

I breathe and go into the bathroom, starting with washing my face, fixing my hair and picking out my outfit. I pick out a black shimmery dress shirt, black baggy slacks and my New Balance sneakers. Although I'm famous, rich and whatever, I still dress comfortably.

I re-enter my bathroom and open my jewelry box. I pull on my watch, rings and put some cuffs on my ears. I take my silver necklace that has a dark green and black dragon on it and fasten it around my neck.

I turn off the lights after spraying my cologne and walk to Myeon-Jin on the bed. I sit beside him and let my finger trace his perfect face. I smile again and leave for my duties.

My car is a little stiff and cold from last night but as I drive through the dark and desert city, I relax, Myeon-Jin's face and lips running through my brain, his cries coursing through my veins guiltily. I clutch the steering wheel harder and see my knuckles turn white. I get to my building and exit my car hurriedly, tossing the keys to my valet.

He bows as I pass. I enter and unbutton a few buttons on my shirt, rolling the sleeves up.

My colleagues greet me, their voices rather distant. Some secretaries nod their heads as I pass and enter the elevator. I turn and press the button, adjusting my shirt and looking dead forward as the doors close.

The elevator dings and the doors open. To my surprise there is no one on my floor as I briskly walk to my office, throwing the doors open. I walk to my desk and dial a number. He picks up quickly.

"We have some business to take care of, Hwang," I declare on the phone.

Sure it's early, but my people are on the edge of their seats.

Sorry for the late update!!<33