"San," I opened my eyes and looked at the direction JongHo's voice was addressed at, "You're dating a playboy."
"But he's a playboy too." YeoSang chimed in, propping his elbows on his lap. "You're both cassanovas. What will happen to your relationsh...
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WOOYOUNG
"Good morning." I hummed, seeing San waking up from sleep. His naked body was covered with the blanket.
He looked around like a lost puppy and sat up with his hair spreading in every direction.
I smiled at the sight of the man who made my night unbearably happy.
"What are you doing?" He asked in his sleepy voice. "Why aren't you sleeping next to me?"
I laughed at him as I flipped the bacon on the pan. "I'm making breakfast."
San tossed the blanket away and stood up proudly, walking towards me with a silly smile.
"Put some clothes on, moron." I exclaimed.
He gave me a glare and picked up his pants lazily, wearing them. He didn't bother wearing a top and I don't complain though.
He's such a sight.
I hid a smile when all the evidence of last night's activity was present like the scratches and hickies on his shoulder and back.
I cleared my throat, focusing on making food.
I got busy cooking the eggs when he wrapped his arms around me from behind. It sent a different type of shiver in my heart that I can't stop forming a smile.
"You're cooking breakfast for me?" He asked in a groggy voice. "That's so sweet."
San rests his chin on my shoulder and watched me make breakfast. I can just imagine him pouting behind me because I'm too focused on not burning the eggs.
"And it's done." I turned off the stove and took the food to the table but San was still clinging into my body. "Let go. Let's eat."
I slapped his arms and he let go, walking to his seat.
I sat and started eating. I made eggs with bacon and coffee but San was quiet, seemed so deep in thought.
"You don't eat breakfast?" I asked, taking a sip of my coffee.
"Marry me." He suddenly blurted out in a serious tone.
I choked lightly and eyed him sternly. "Eat your breakfast. Stop blabbering nonsense things."
"Marry me." He repeated, his eyes were deeply rooted on me. "Marry me, Jung WooYoung."
