Bad Blood || K. Jongin

18| Almost Normal

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(Lyra)

"I miss you sweetie..."

My eyes burst open, already watering from the saddening dream.

I sniff, using my free arm to wipe the tears away before they could slide further down my cheek.

My mother's grief stricken face flashes in my mind, causing my guilt to grow stronger. My heart twists with pain at how I neglected the thought of contacting them, the people I love most. Does anyone think Im alive?

I squeeze my eyes shut to stop more tears from forming. They don't even know what's happening to me.

And Jongin is the only one who can help me.

With that, I try to move off the mattress, but a strong hold brings me back down.

My eyes widen for a moment as I realize, I'm laying next to the very man I want to speak to.

His arms are wrapped around my waist, his skin warm and soft to the touch.

I blush to myself, gazing at his sleeping face. So peaceful and content.. Is it because of me?

Does he feel safe with me?

My heart starts to beat rapidly as I take notice of his bare chest, and the way we were spooning before I shifted positions.

We are sleeping like lovers.

I nuzzle him softly. "Jongin.." I call, lifting my head slightly to glance at the clock. 8:00am.

I kiss his check, brushing the loose strands of hair away from his eyes. "Wake up"

He groans weakly, but seems to enjoy my effort by the slight smile that appears on his lips.

"Good morning Lyra" He whispers. But instead of releasing me, he pulls me on top of his chest. "A few more minutes please"

I oblige, not wanting to leave his warmth just yet. I feel really, really happy--forgetting all about the terrifying dream.

"Jongin" I mumble, face buried into the crook of his neck. "Thanks for everything."

He runs his fingers through my hair, kissing my forehead gently.

"Don't thank me just yet-" he pauses for a moment, as if thinking how to say something. "We.. still haven't gotten you back to your family."

I tilt my head, staring at him in confusion but also admiration. "What?"

"You were talking in your sleep.." Jongin breaks eye contact, seeming a little embarrassed. "Don't look at me like that..."

My shoulders slump. "W-why not?"

"I can't think straight when you do..." The sheepish male sets a hand over his eyes.

I blush, leaning in to leave a surprise kiss on his lips.

Jongin jumps, but eventually melts into the kiss, wrapping his arms back around my shoulders- trapping me against him.

After a few minutes, He pulls away breathless. "Are you hungry?"

I nod, wiping my lips with a sigh. Kissing him feels so good.

Groggily, the two of us roll out of bed and head into the worn down, sad excuse for a kitchen.

I crouch low to open the mini fridge, nose scrunching with disgust when all I find is bottles of half drunken beer and one single apple.

"There's no food." I say regretfully. "I used all the fresh vegetables for your soup."