high flying love ¦ lee jeno

ch ; 31

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You Fight and You Talk

Yura woke up to the harsh light blaring into her closed eyelids. She fluttered her eyes open but quickly closed them again as the sunlight pierced through the slight gap in the flowy curtains. She grumbled, turning her head sideways onto the hard, solid comforter.

Hard?

She opened one eye, taking in the room. Adjusting her position, she propped herself up slightly. She gasped softly when she realized she had been sleeping on Jeno's abdomen. She darted her eyes upward, seeing Jeno still deep in slumber. He lay on his back, his left arm sprawled on Yura's side while his right arm rested on his forehead. His white shirt had stretched upward, revealing a glimpse of skin on his right side.

Yura's cheeks burned. She shuffled slowly, creating space between them. She clutched her pajama shirt closely and instinctively reached up to smell her breath. She recoiled in disgust, pushing herself off the bed and heading to the bathroom to brush her teeth frantically.

After splashing her face, she opened her eyes and was surprised to see Jeno standing in the mirror, arms crossed as he leaned on the doorframe.

Yura stilled as Jeno came closer and greeted her, "Morning," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep. He grabbed his toothbrush and began brushing his teeth.

Yura stood awkwardly by the side, watching him curiously. She thought back to their sleeping position and flushed in embarrassment, quickly looking away and clearing her throat. Jeno raised his brows at her through the mirror.

He finished washing his face and turned to her, his eyes filled with warmth and concern. "Did you sleep okay?" he asked.

Yura's cheeks flushed even more at the memory of their awkward sleeping arrangement. She nodded quickly, avoiding Jeno's gaze as she mumbled, "Yeah, I slept fine."

Jeno raised his brows at her response, but he shrugged it off, not pressing further. Instead, he surprised Yura by stepping closer in one stride, his hand coming up to gently rest on her forehead. Yura couldn't help but notice the proximity between them, the way Jeno loomed over her slightly due to their height difference.

Yura's cheeks burned hotter as Jeno's hand gently pressed against her forehead, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. She bit her lip nervously, trying to ignore the proximity between them, but it was impossible to ignore the way Jeno loomed over her, his presence filling the small bathroom.

"You don't seem to have a fever," Jeno remarked, his voice low and husky as he studied her intently.

Yura swallowed hard, willing herself to remain composed. "I'm fine," she insisted, her voice coming out in a barely audible whisper.

As they exited the bathroom, Yura grabbed her new set of clothes and quickly showered, her mind still reeling from the unexpected intimacy of their earlier encounter.

After her shower, as she emerged, fresh and dressed, she glanced at her chosen dress—a stunning backless piece with a delicate ribbon to tie behind her. She struggled with her dress, unable to tie the ribbon behind her back. She debated whether to change into something else but ultimately decided against it. This dress meant something to her, and she wasn't going to let a little wardrobe malfunction ruin her day.

Taking a deep breath, she opened the door to find Jeno seated by the bed, engrossed in his phone with new clothes beside him.

"Hey, uh, Jeno." she called out softly, catching his attention.