My Idol| Yang Jungwon ff

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The warmth of the day lingered on my skin as I slipped into my pajamas, the stolen kiss with Jungwon replaying on a loop in my mind. Excitement bubbled in my chest, a fizzy anticipation that made even the most mundane tasks feel thrilling.

We'd managed to sneak away from Yumi and Sunoo's enthusiastic ice cream crusade, promising to meet them back at the apartment later. Now, the silence of my room felt thick with unspoken emotions.

A soft knock on the door startled me. Before I could respond, it creaked open a sliver, revealing Jungwon's hesitant face. He looked sheepish, a playful glint dancing in his eyes.

"Hey," he mumbled, his voice barely a whisper. "Can I come in?"

My heart lurched. "Sure," I breathed, a shy smile tugging at the corners of my lips.

He pushed the door open wider, stepping inside and closing it softly behind him. The air crackled with a nervous energy, the stolen kiss hanging heavy between us. He hesitated for a moment, then a slow smile spread across his face.

"So," he started, scratching the back of his neck, "that was..."

"Amazing?" I supplied, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah," he agreed, his cheeks flushing a faint pink. He took a hesitant step closer, and I met him halfway. We stood there for a beat, the space between us filled with a yearning neither of us dared to voice.

Then, with a soft sigh, Jungwon reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear. His touch sent a shiver down my spine, igniting a warmth that spread through my body. Without a word, he pulled me into a gentle embrace, the familiar scent of his cologne filling my senses.

It felt like coming home. I nestled closer, burying my face in his shirt. His arms wrapped around me, holding me tight, and in that moment, all the worries and uncertainties of the day melted away. The only thing that mattered was the warmth of his body against mine, the steady beat of his heart a comforting rhythm against my ear.

We stayed like that for a long time, lost in the quiet comfort of each other's embrace. Words seemed unnecessary, replaced by the unspoken language of our bodies, the lingering taste of the kiss, and the promise of something more.

As the night deepened, the exhaustion from the day finally caught up to me. My eyelids began to droop, and I let out a soft yawn.

Jungwon chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. "Tired?" he asked, his voice soft against my hair.

I nodded, leaning further into his embrace. "Maybe a little."

He hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "There's enough room in my bed..."

The suggestion hung in the air, tempting but impractical. We were both staying at the apartment, but separate rooms felt like an eternity apart right now.

Before I could voice my predicament, Jungwon surprised me. "Actually," he murmured, "your bed looks pretty comfy too."

My cheeks flushed. "You sure?" I asked playfully.

He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Positive."

And so, with a silent agreement, Jungwon slipped out of his shoes and climbed into my bed. We settled on our sides, facing each other, the space between us minimal. His hand reached out, finding mine, and we intertwined our fingers.

"This is nice," I whispered, a contented sigh escaping my lips.

"Yeah," he agreed, his voice barely a murmur. He squeezed my hand gently, his thumb brushing against mine in a slow, circular motion that sent shivers down my spine.

We didn't need grand gestures or passionate declarations. In the quiet intimacy of the moment, with sleepy smiles and intertwined fingers, our unspoken feelings bloomed, a promise whispered in the darkness, a secret shared only between us. As sleep gradually claimed me, I drifted off, safe and warm in Jungwon's embrace, the taste of his kiss lingering on my lips, and the future a canvas waiting to be painted with the vibrant hues of our newfound love.

The gentle rise and fall of Jungwon's chest lulled me into a state of drowsy bliss. The moonlight filtering through the window cast a silvery glow on his face, highlighting the soft curve of his lips and the smattering of freckles across his nose. He looked peaceful, content, and utterly adorable.

A mischievous thought flitted across my mind. I leaned in closer, brushing my lips against his cheek, a playful smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. His eyes fluttered open, a flicker of surprise followed by a slow, sleep-tousled smile.

"Hey," he mumbled, his voice husky with sleep.

"Couldn't resist," I whispered, the playful glint in my eyes mirroring his own. He chuckled, a low rumble that sent a delicious shiver down my spine.

"Trouble sleeping?" he teased, his hand reaching up to brush a stray strand of hair from my face. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through me, chasing away any lingering drowsiness.

"Maybe a little," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. The truth was, sleep was the furthest thing from my mind. I was far too captivated by the warmth of his hand on my cheek, the nearness of his body, and the unspoken promise hanging heavy in the air.

He leaned in closer, his lips hovering tantalizingly close to mine. My breath hitched in my throat, anticipation buzzing through me. Just as our lips were about to meet, a sound from the living room shattered the quiet intimacy of the moment.

A muffled thump, followed by a string of mumbled apologies, jolted us both upright. We exchanged a startled look, a silent question hanging in the air.

Had Yumi and Sunoo returned early? The thought sent a wave of disappointment crashing over me. Just as we were about to steal another kiss, another wave of emotions – this time amusement – washed over me.

"Sounds like trouble," I whispered, a playful grin spreading across my face.

Jungwon chuckled, shaking his head but failing to hide the smile tugging at his lips. "Looks like our alone time is cut short," he said, his voice laced with a hint of regret.

"Maybe next time," I teased, squeezing his hand gently. There would be a next time, of that I was certain. The stolen moments, the lingering touches, the unspoken promises – they all pointed towards a future filled with stolen kisses and whispered secrets.

With a resigned sigh, Jungwon climbed out of bed, a playful glint in his eyes. "Alright, Romeo," he said, extending a hand to help me up. "Let's go see what Juliet's broken this time."

We tiptoed out of the room, the playful banter masking the disappointment we both felt. But as we entered the living room, and found Yumi sprawled on the couch, a bag of spilled candy scattered around her, and Sunoo attempting to decipher an instruction manual for a new coffee maker, the disappointment quickly dissolved into laughter.

The adventure wasn't over, and neither was our story. The night may have taken an unexpected turn, but the spark between Jungwon and me had ignited, a flame that wouldn't be easily extinguished. With a shared smile and a secret glance, we knew that stolen moments, like the one we'd just shared, were only the beginning. Our love story, whispered in the quiet intimacy of a shared bed, was just unfolding, and the future promised to be filled with laughter, adventure, and the delicious thrill of a love that bloomed under the midnight sun.