One Shot: Irresistible

Pt.6

Morrow attained. Whilst Armani was in the bathroom brushing her teeth, Jiyong was still getting out of bed. He entered, greeting her with a kiss and grabbed his toothbrush, putting on toothpaste. "You sleep well last night?" She chuckled.

"I would've. But someone couldn't stop biting my neck the whole night." He grinned. She couldn't prevent herself. The leftover perfume on his neck attracted her so much. He didn't get much sleep after that, but at least he enjoyed it.

"And clearly left a hickey." She laughed, pointing towards his neck.

"Chincha?" He looked in the mirror and saw a purple bruise on his tattoo.

"Ah..." He sighed.

"Mianhe~" (Sorry~) She felt sorry for him but couldn't confine her laughter, spitting out the toothpaste in the sink. Just as she was about put her toothbrush back in her mouth, he picked her up and placed her on the counter and got his revenge.

"Ah!~ Hajima!~" (Stop it!~) She blared, giggling. He nipped her neck continuously until she got the same mark, as she tried pushing him away but failed numerous times. If that didn't work, the best idea was for her to try and kiss him instead.

Luckily for her, it actually worked; even though he now had some toothpaste on his lips. A quick turn was made when the kiss instantly got heated in seconds. She broke away from it, knowing that they were gonna be late for school. "We need to go," She hurriedly got off the counter, rinsed her mouth and washed her toothbrush. Just before she got any closer to the door, he hailed her away to give her one last kiss.

"This isn't over," He smiled cheekily, before letting her go.

Leaving before she did, to get dressed at his place, she pulled his hand back afore letting him open her front door. "J, I'm sorry about last night. I know how much teaching means to you, and I shouldn't have given you an ultimatum." She apologized.

"I'm the one who should be apologizing. I was hard on you for keeping us a secret. And it came to a point where it made you cry; something I never intended to do. Ever." Now that they both got that off their chests, they felt more at ease.

"I love you."

"I love you, too." She said.

"That's all that matters." He grinned. She gave him a relieving kiss and smiled delightfully.

"I'll see you at school," He said. She let him go and beamed appeased as he left.

At school, there he was. Evidently there beforehand as usual. Wearing a white dress shirt with leopard prints on the collar and the cuffs. The icing on the cake had to be his pomade hairstyle, adding on with his slightly revealed chest; with three or four buttons unbuttoned. Light blue ripped jeans as habitual, and dress shoes. Damn, her man can dress. Passing by her, he gave her a sly wink and smirked. She didn't notice, but she was radiantly simpering on her way to her first class.

Patiently waiting for the professor, she opened up her textbook and revised her notes from last week's class. Just then, a fine young man accessed the room. He wore a black leather jacket, a white t-shirt, black jeans cuffed on the bottom, and black and white Vans. Casual, but still likable. Seeing that almost all the seats were taken, a spot next to her was available.

"Nugunga yeogi anja isseubnika?" (Who's sitting here?) Distracted from her book, she looked up and was stunned by his amazing features. Since she's never seen him across school before, she figured that he must've been a new student.

"Ne? Oh, amudo eobseubnida." (Pardon? Oh, no one is.) He sat down naturally and gazed at her with a smile.

"Jayeon ida." (You're a natural.) Confused by what he was talking about, she gave him a misunderstanding look.