[ I'll Be Alright, And You'll Be Alright]
That night, they ate the chinese noodles way later than it already was. Which was not so bad, and they would not have rather spent the night in any other way. The only downside was having to eat cold noodles.
The following day, Raki woke up to a sleeping Jeonghan beside her on her bed, his hand on her stomach and her hand over his.
The moment was so much of a dream, her mind half awake, she doubted if it was real life, or if she indeed has awoken from sleep.
His hand went up to her waist as she shifted to lay on her side, gazing at his face as she thought of how it was the first time that she had watched him sleep, and all she wanted was to stay watching him for the rest of the day.
He looked different, in a way. The way his chest slowly rises and drops, his slightly parted lips and the loosened shut of his eyes. His serene mesmerizing face.
He looked like a dream.
She mourned his leaving, and yet, there he was. He went back to her like the dream he was, like the beautiful beautiful dream he was.
"Hey. .", Raki whispered, a fading sound in her throat. It wasn't an attempt to wake him up, she just did, because he was there and she wanted to tell him things, even when they don't make sense, or out of the blue, or even if he couldn't hear it, she just did.
His eyebrows suddenly furrowed, and it was instinct at that point when she reached for them and gently touched them with the tips of her fingers.
She began caressing them, as light as she could, and when they eased, his eyes fluttered, slowly waking up with a low groan. And he groaned some more, the times she failed to keep count of, because the sound of it, it did something to her.
The way it did last night. And she had heard it and listened to it for more than a thousand times, even so, it didn't lose its stirring influence.
Raki retrieved her hand when she realized that it was still in the air, tense and hovering just above his face.
With that feeble of a heart, why wasn't she surprised that she was able to lay and sleep next to Jeonghan that whole time? Without freaking out? Or feeling like her chest was going to burst?
He slowly opened his eyes, and she didn't move an inch, watching him as he absently tried to make sense of his surrounding, and as his gaze fell to her, his face casting light as soon as he did, he mirrored her, adjusting to his side, resting his head on his folded arm, smiling as he looked at her.
He was quiet, his face never losing its light, his eyes steadily taking her in.
Which Raki didn't know how to deal with. She realized she wasn't capable of looking at him for a very long time if he was looking back, or putting up a smile as a give-back when she felt like her chest was going to burst. The in-bed-laying-next-to-each-other situation must be getting into her at that point. It wasn't even so much of a big deal, but at the same time, it was.
Unable to help herself, her gaze averted lower from his eyes, gradually descending to his neck, to the neckline of his shirt and down to the blanket covering halfway up his chest.
Then something electrifying brushed its way up from her arm to her shoulder, Jeonghan's fingers, fixing the strap of her night dress that had fallen from her shoulder that she somehow hadn't felt nor noticed.
Her gaze instantly went back to him, assuming that if she looked at his eyes, really looking and observing, she could make sense of everything that was combusting inside of her. Because how could he be barely awake, while she felt like she had been on a marathon that she hadn't prepared for.
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All Your Lies
Fanfiction[Book 1] When pessimistic Raki got off a train in a foreign town, she expected nothing but a usual experience, the day to pass by in a normal pace, yet in a subtly romantic way, Jeonghan deliberately made himself exist in her life. It was only just...
