Night Owl

Night Owl Ch.15

The soft glow of morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a golden hue over Jin's face. His lips curled into a faint, sleepy smile, a sight that always warmed me before the day even began. I leaned in close, whispering his name, "Jin."

He shifted, rolling onto his side with a contented sigh, his body lost in the dreams I couldn't follow. His peacefulness was magnetic, drawing me into a quiet moment of admiration. I lingered just a little longer, watching the way his chest rose and fell in time with his breathing, before slipping quietly from the bed.

The floor was cool under my feet as I padded toward the bathroom, pulling off my t-shirt and panties, letting them fall into the basket outside the door. The soft sound of his voice, low and playful, stopped me mid-step.

"Well, that's quite the view to wake up to," he teased.

I turned, instinctively cupping my breasts, as if he hadn't been so intimately familiar with them just hours ago. "I thought you were still asleep," I laughed, leaning lazily against the bathroom doorframe.

He stretched, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I've been awake, just enjoying the show."

A smirk tugged at my lips. "You're impossible," I teased, slipping into the bathroom. The soft patter of his footsteps followed behind me, anticipation tingling in the air.

The warm spray of the shower enveloped me, and soon, Jin joined me, his hands gentle as they moved over my skin, washing away the remnants of last night's intimacy. The silence between us was comfortable, punctuated only by the sound of the water and quiet laughter.

After the shower, we moved in sync, brushing our teeth and getting dressed, the unspoken closeness lingering between us, a quiet promise of more moments like this.

Jin tugged his hoodie over his head, his hair tousled from the effort. "So, brunch with Mia and Yoongi today, right?" he asked, his voice casual, but something about the way he lingered on the question felt off.

I glanced at the clock, my stomach knotting at how late I was.

"Yeah, I really need to go," I muttered, snatching my purse from the chair in the corner and slinging it over my shoulder.

Pausing in the doorway, I turned back to him. "What about you? What's your plan for today?"

He shrugged, his tone nonchalant, though his eyes flickered with something unreadable. "Just catching up on some work. That's about it, until you get back."

I frowned, hesitating for a moment. There was an undertone to his words that pulled at me, but I let it slide, not wanting to pry. "Well, if you feel like it, you could join us? I know Yoongi could use the backup—too much girl energy for him," I said with a light laugh, hoping to coax him out of whatever was weighing on his mind.

But he shook his head, the corners of his mouth lifting in a half-hearted smile. "Nah, I've got stuff to do. I'll be here when you're back, though."

I watched him for a beat longer than necessary, a quiet discomfort settling in the pit of my stomach. Something was off, but I wasn't going to push—not yet. If he wanted to talk, he'd come to me. I'd wait for him.

"Okay," I said softly, stepping toward him, arms outstretched. He pulled me into a warm hug, his embrace familiar, though a little distant. I kissed his cheek, lingering just a second before pulling away. "I'll see you in a few hours."

I turned and headed for the door, the unspoken tension between us trailing behind me like a shadow.

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