BOSS || BOOK 1|| JUNG HOSEOK

T H I R T Y

Soo Emi

Hoseok got me a phone.

An iPhone.

"Ah, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" I chirp while hugging Hoseok's waist. "Thank you so much!"

He pats my back. "You're welcome."

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I wake up early the next morning and had a sudden urge to prank Hoseok. Just a small revenge for all the times he snuck into my room and scared me.

Although he bought me a brand new phone yesterday, which I am overly thankful for, I just want to catch him off guard.

It's payback time.

I find Hoseok snoozing in his bed and I tiptoe into the room, leaving the door open for an easy escape.

I kneel down and hid at the end of the bed, waiting for him to wake up.

The excitement was killing me.

I want to scare him.

I want him to scream bloody murder.

I should've gotten a fake hug and put it near his face or something, so that will be the first thing he sees when he wakes up.

That's diabolical.

And genius.

But I didn't think this far ahead.

I could pretend to be the grudge...

I crawl closer to him and ducked down.

Just then, Hoseok shifts around in his bed, causing the blanket to slide off his chest, exposing his bare skin.

NIPPLES!

"Oh-" I squeak, then immediately covered my mouth.

He shifts again and I fall to the ground to hide.

After a second of no sound, I lean back up and attempted to lift the blanket back up to cover his chest.

His hand suddenly grabs mine and my heart drops.

"No, no, no, no, no." I whisper, gritting my teeth.

Thankfully, his eyes stay closed and he returns to snoring.

His grip stays tight around my hand and I stand there, awkwardly bending over and covering my mouth to keep myself from crying.

My plan just went south real quick.

I slowly try to remove his hand from mine, but that only made him turn to his side, nearly pulling me with him.

I silently scream.

He then rolls onto his back.

"Please." He coos in his sleep.

I hold my breath.

"Stroke me." He breathes out.

My eyes nearly pop out.

WHAT?!

He brings my hand to his chest and my silent scream only intensifies.

I'm going to burst into tears.

"Stroke me. It makes me feel good." He continues to coo in his sleep.

Sweat was forming on my face.

His hand starts guiding mine across his chest.

Up and down, side to side.

The slower it was, the louder his breathing gets.