~ BOOK 2 of Levels of Love ~
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It walks through the crowd below with an easy, almost arrogant, stride, beanie pulled low over its forehead. But not low enough to hide its piercing, cold eyes. I don't know why but my breathing sudd...
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"Far out", I grumble into my pillow as I try to stretch out my sore body. The second I crack open an eye I regret it, the room is incredibly bright and my hear pounds painfully. What happened last night? Scrunching up my face I try to remember but all I can see is a swirl of colours and loud music thumping in my ears. I really feel like rubbish. "I must have drunk too much", I grumble and manage to shift slightly, only to find myself leaning back against another body.
What are the chances that that's just Meli?
Rolling over carefully so not to pass out or vomit I squint at the person sleeping next to me, stomach twisting in defeat when I recongise his sharp features and sleep messed hair. Or did we...I swallow down a burst of panic as I reach under the covers and pat myself down, sighing heavily as I feel the material of my top and undies. Of course I wouldn't have gone that far, drunk or not. I continue to study his face, eyes gradually growing accustomed to the light and able to open wider, I can seriously lie here and stare at him forever. He's all I need. Carefully, I ease myself out of bed and find my pants hanging on a little clotheshorse in the corner of his room. Pulling them on takes longer than it should since I constantly have to pause and try to stop my head from swirling so much. I guess there's only so much hangover magic can ease. Then I head to Hanbin's chest of draws and poke through until I find a smallish printed shirt and pull it on, tucking some of the front into my waistband. Ducking into the ensuite, I wash my face and try to flatten my hair since I don't have access to any hairbands. Slipping out of his room I find myself stepping directly into a tiny lounge room; complete with a TV, small couch, bookshelf and Junhoe sitting in the middle of the floor.
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"Hey", I say and am surprised at the hoarseness of my voice. I clear my throat as he turns around and stares at me in open surprise.
"CeCe?" he rubs his eyes, "Am I still drunk or are you really here?"
"You went out too last night, huh?" I slowly sit down beside him, every muscle in my body screaming in protest.
It seems to finally register that I'm real and he yelps, "Why are you here?"
I motion to the sea of food spread out on the floor in front of him, "I'm here for the food. Also, I might have accidently got a little drunk last night."
Junhoe's mouth falls open, "Did you...?" He tries to ask, "Did Hanbin and you...? No. Did you...?"
I laugh softly and shove his shoulder, "Stop being such a perve! We didn't do anything but pass out."
He looks obviously relieved and a little embarrassed, ruffling his dark hair self-consciously.
"Wanna help me eat all this?" he motions to the food with a pair of chopsticks already in hand.
"I wouldn't be here otherwise", I say accepting the chopsticks he passes me. Splitting them easily I like how familiar it all feels. "Is this all..." I try to remember what he told me when we first met, "Korean?"
"Yeah", he grins easily but suddenly falters.
"What is it?" I ask while trying to pick up a piece of meat, "Are you okay?"
He shrugs and jams a huge mix of food into his mouth hastily.
"Hey", I grab his elbow to stop him stuffing his face and avoiding the question. "You can tell me."
"I miss you", Junhoe finally confesses through a mouthful of food, not looking at me. "I know we weren't friends for long but...I really liked having you around. Sass and all." I blink at him, vaguely remembering him saying something very similar to me before. Then bite my lip in a desperate attempt to hold back the truth of my resurfacing memory.
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Junhoe finally looks up, "But I guess none of that matters to the badass Fae Princess Daemon Killing Warrior." I would have laughed at the name if he didn't look so hurt. "Junhoe-ie", the name slips out of my lips before I can stop it. "Can I tell you a secret?" Junhoe frowns slightly, "Okay." "But you have to promise not to tell this to anyone", I scoot closer to him. "Okay? Cross your heart and hope to die." "Yes", he replies slowly. I lean in close and whisper, "Don't scream but I kinda remember some things." Junhoe leaps back as if I've bitten his ear. "YOU WHAT?" he shrieks. I slap my hand over his mouth. "You promised", I remind him with laser eyes. "Not everything. It's hazy. But I'm starting to remember more and more. And I definitely remember my most handsome friend Mister Junhoe-ssi. Junhoe or no one, right? That was my life motto."
Junhoe blinks at me and I feel his mouth go slack under my palm, probably in shock.
"What are you two doing?" "Uh...nothing", Junhoe mumbles and we both look back at Hanbin with guilt clearly written all over our face.
But it's not for the reason he probably suspects looking at us both tangled in each other, my hand over Junhoe's mouth while leaning across his lap.
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His dark iris turns almost completely black while the blue one shines brighter and brighter.
"That isn't an answer", his voice hums calmly but it's actually terrifying.
Every instinct I have is on high alert.
"We're just talking", I peel my hand away from Junhoe's face, "Junhoe-ie was trying to help me remember things by telling me stories."
"I got a little carried away", Junhoe adds smoothly with a roll of his eyes, "That time CeCe forced me to flash an entire pool is obviously not a breakfast story."
That's not a memory I've recovered yet but I laugh anyway and Hanbin's expression softens.
"That was pretty funny", he murmurs and turns around, going back into his room and shutting the door.
"What's he doing now?" I ask.
"Who knows", Junhoe turns back to the food, "Let's eat before it gets cold. Your friend planning on dropping in again with a huge gun?"
"Not that I know of", I'm suddenly worried about Meli, did she really hook up with some stranger? Is she worried about where I am? Is she even awake yet? "She must have drunk twice what I did. We shouldn't worry." I finally trap the piece of meat and get it into my mouth, chewing slowly as my jaw pops sorely.
