𝐖𝐀𝐁𝐈-𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐈 ━━ 𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗠

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【 Chapter 05 : Petunias 】

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SENDING TEASING WINKS whenever we pass each other in the hallways was something Yoojin and I started doing days ago, and it's usually between class hours when we can't be together for long periods of time. His winks were flirtatious, that was obvious enough, he liked to smile and chuckle after doing so whenever nobody else was looking. He might face others with less playfulness to his persona but he always looked back at me with more than joy in his eyes before he'd saunter to wherever he was meant to be.

Meanwhile my winks were lighthearted reminders of our promised evenings together, the quick twinkle in my eyes and grin were for Yoojin to see only. I'd always be the last one to look back before going about my way. I'd stay longer in my spot, regardless if I'd be late by a few seconds to wherever I need to be, and I'd look at him disappear from my sight. When he turns a corner or enters a room, that's when I start walking again.

Then when we're finally together, we'd sit together in the library, or at the rooftop, or in the science club room—usually on the floor. We'd always sit by each other, interlocked hands comfortably placed in my lap, and we'd be doing our own thing. Yoojin will be doing his research with Mandeok helping him online and I'm doing the interactive website. Oftentimes he'd press a tender kiss on the back of my hand, in between the stress of our projects and homework. I'd return the kiss by biting his arm in a loving and light manner, barely leaving a mark, sometimes he'd chuckle and squeeze my hand and sometimes he'll bite me back.

Yoojin likes playing with my hand when he's not busy anymore, that's for certain. Right now, he was doing nothing but caressing my hand, planting kisses on my knuckles, and admiring my nails. I usually keep them moderately long and almond shaped, they make quite nice sounds whenever I tap against my phone screen or iPad screen.

"I love your hands, I really do," he murmured, barely enough for me to hear. He was pressing the palm of my hand against his cheek now, and I took my time in letting my thumb glide over his smooth skin. He loves gentle touches, perhaps more than I do.

"Really? Wow! I barely noticed!" I exclaimed, feighning my vexation. I easily returned to my work but I heard him groan, probably rolling his eyes at me. Typical Yoojin behaviour.

He said nothing and so did I. We remained silent as the only free hand I have left worked gloriously on its own. I was typing and coding with one hand and letting my friend enjoy my other.

Then he moved my hand from his cheek to his neck. Even without his guide, I knew what he—and I—wanted to do. So I traced the outline of his jaw, delicate and subtle, and I could feel him shudder under my touch. The smallest of gasps left his lips and I left my right hand hanging mid-air. I gulped and so did he. Then my fingers glided over his Adam's apple, travelling to his nape with my nails grazing his skin.

"Fuck," he whispered, and underneath my fingertips I could feel his skin heating up with his breathing becoming shallow.

It was. . . attractive. To say the least.

"I don't think I'd want anyone else to touch me other than you." Yoojin had his eyes closed as he held my wrist firmly. "Your touch is so gentle, so soft. It feels like a feather against my skin."

"Do you love my touches so much that it warranted you to cuss and be in so much pleasure?" I watched him slowly open his silver dusted obsidian eyes, his strong gaze piercing through me. I wanted to look away as he removed my hand from his nape and let his fingers intertwine with mine again, his grip becoming tighter by the second.

Following that, he snapped out of it. The serious gaze he had was replaced by an apologetic and embarrassed smile, a pale red quickly coating his ears, cheeks, and nose. "I'm sorry. I might've made you uncomfortable with what I've done. I promise won't do it again."

I did not know what possessed me then and there but I replied to him, voice certain and unyielding, "You can do it again."

"Pardon?" His eyes went wide, wider than I've seen them before. Another coat of blush settled itself onto his milky complexion.

I knew that I, too, was red in the face and looking a bit shy, but I wanted to solidify just how far he can go with me, and how much I'm willing to let him.

"If you want me to touch you tenderly. Lovingly. Then don't be afraid to take my hand, but I ask only one thing." I looked at him, my laptop was forgotten already in front of me.

"What is it?" He asked, breath clearly caught in his throat.

I gulped once more before leaning closer to him, my lips tickling his ear as I whispered, "Only I get to touch you like this."

He shuddered, another gasp leaving his lips. I pulled away to see the damage I had done. Judging from the way he looked at me and how tight he was holding my hand, I might have affected him more than I expected. Before I knew it, he leaned closer to me too, doing the same thing as I've done earlier.

His soft, warm breath hit my exposed neck and I could feel his lips near my jaw, brushing against it as he spoke in a low—attractive—tone.

"Then it's only right that only I could place kisses on you, right?"

I shivered but managed to nod. My first instinct was to move away, my heartbeat drumming so loud against my ears and chest that I narrowly missed Yoojin's sweet chuckle. Then I found myself pressing my face against his shoulder, my glasses on his lap and his arms around me. He was embracing me loosely, his hands were rubbing my back in a slow, comforting motion that I felt more at ease now. His cologne may not be of help to reduce the incoming headache but I still liked it—just not when he showers himself with it.

"Was I too much?" He asked in a teasing manner but there was still worry in his tone. I was torn between saying yes and no but I resorted to just shaking my head. I do not trust my voice right now to not betray what I'm feeling.

"Do you want to stay like this for a little longer or do you want to finish the website?" His question made me groan and bury my head deeper in his shoulder, my hands clutching his uniform. He laughed—it was loud, endearing, almost like a playful bark of a dog—and held me closer. "Let's just finish it up later. I'll help you to the best of my abilities."

A sigh followed before and after his words, his hands on my back stopping for a moment.

"Let's just enjoy our moment together for now."

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【 To Be Continued. . . 】

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━━ I'm sorry if this was very short and shittily written. I tried. :((