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Sehun was weak to her hold. He really liked it when her arms were around him. It made his heart too warm and he really wanted the touch of affection. Where this emotion had come from, he had no idea.
He woke up that morning in his apartment feeling light and content for the first time. He had been sleeping on his belly, an abnormal posture he never slept in. When he began to rise he saw Namjoo sleeping with her head leaning against the arm of the couch, her legs sprawled out underneath him. Sehun suddenly realized he'd slept on her belly all night long.
Confused he got up to look around and saw that they were really at his place. His back ached when he stood. A slight groan formed out of his mouth before he turned to look down at Namjoo who was still deeply asleep.
She looked uncomfortable and he knew for sure that her body would ache when she awoke. Deciding to be the gentleman he was in front of his parents he slipped his arms around her to carry her into his bedroom.
When Namjoo's head hit his arm he saw a smile flash across her face, "Jaeha...me too..."
He glanced down at her and stood there for a silent second before laying her down on his bed. After draping his blanket over her he stumbled into his kitchen to grab a glass of water.
After a gulp he finally seemed to recall the events of last night. He must have been near drunk or out of his mind to have done that to her. Sehun couldn't see himself hugging anyone nor begging for a sense of comfort, but last night had happened. At the shrill thought of it he turned to let out a snort. His eyes traveled over to the couch he and Namjoo had slept on last night.
They'd come in kissing through the door and only got to the couch where they made out some more before finally knocking out. Those lips and the way she kissed him had felt so real as if they had meaning. Sehun couldn't be sure about it. She might have been seeing him as someone else when she'd kissed him.
He usually didn't see her laugh or smile like she did around her friends, and she certainly wouldn't call his name out like she would that guy she was still dying over. Sehun knew he couldn't possibly believe anything that had happened last night, but he kept pondering over the way she had kissed him. Had she meant to kiss him like that?
Namjoo awoke half an hour later with confusion written on her face. He watched her stand at the doorway of his bedroom and almost pictured her in one of his shirts.
"What happened?" she asked rubbing her face. "Why are you in my house?"
Sehun stared at her stumped by what she'd just asked.
"Hungry?" he changed the subject.
After Namjoo washed up and fixed her hair he drove them out for some soup in hopes of curing their hangover. It didn't take him long to discover that Namjoo didn't seem to have any remnants of what happened last night in her head. A few questions told him she didn't remember kissing him or asking him to play that stupid game with her. Sehun realized she probably had been seeing this Jaeha of hers when she'd kissed him.
What an honest disappointment.
He stole a glance at Namjoo to see that she was staring out the window quietly. Was she thinking about this Jaeha of hers or was she going to worry about what had happened last night?
Sehun turned away to focus on the road and heaved a quiet sigh. Why was he even troubling himself over this stupid matter?
In the quiet restaurant dimly lit by light bulbs that seemed to be dying out he blew at his soup to cool it down before eating. Namjoo who was sitting across from him was simply slurping and swallowing as if he weren't there at all. He felt the broth of her soup land on his face a few times and wiped it away while holding back his irritancy.
