I stared at her stunning face as she slept.
It'd been six months since the incident and Linnie's surprisingly taking it all in pretty well.
Every day, but Sunday's, she had to go to rehab, and I admit it's kind of hard to see her go through all that.
I lingered my finger on her lips down to her neck.
She's been laying on my arm the entire night, making it numb.
I traced her collarbone, really feeling her soft skin.
Linnie is so beautiful.
The red tank top she was wearing really complemented her skin color. She was glowing.
All this lovey-dovey talk is from the bottom of my heart, but it's also to disguise the fact that I have morning wood right now and all her gorgeousness is making it tough for me.
I creep my fingers to the indent of her nipple on her tank top.
I felt her smile right before she grabbed my hand and kissed it.
"Good morning, sunshine," I said. "Did you sleep well?"
"Yeah," Linnie said, eyes still closed. "You?"
"Of course I did," I replied.
She rolled over to face me.
"What were you just trying to pull there?" She smirked.
I chuckled, "Nothing. Unless you want it to be something."
Linnie smiled and gave me a peck.
"I have to get to the center," she said.
"The center is only 10 minutes away," I said. "We have plenty of time."
She laughed and placed a hand on my cheek, "I promise tonight."
I watched her get up from the bed in our very own bedroom.
Her ass was just begging me to grab it.
Seconds after she leaves the room, I feel the loneliness creep upon me.
The lights from the windows poor in and for a moment I get lost inside.
The beautiful decorations that we've bought personally, from the store, were accenting the walls' paint so well.
I couldn't believe how far we've gotten.
Without the agency, I was doing just fine. My amazing fans still support me and the boys, even more now after the press found out what happened.
It hasn't been a year yet and we already proved to everyone how well we could take care of ourselves on our own.
Linnie was offered to Seoul National University, which I'm more than proud of.
Everything was falling into place.
"Kookie!" Linnie called from upstairs.
"Yes, jagiya?" I responded.
"Namjoon sunbae is asking where you are. Why isn't your phone on?"
I groan and get up from the bed to talk to her properly.
I grab my phone before I rush up the steps and into Linnie's office.
"What do you mean? I said, "My phone is on?"
"Well, he's been calling you nonstop, apparently," She said then held the phone up to her lips. "He's here, sunbae. You're on speaker."
"Yah!" I hear Rap say. "Where are you? You're supposed to be here with us? Did you forget?"
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