Myungjin - I Fell For You~

[Chapter 13 - Remember Me]

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"Good Morning," Jinwoo said with a small smile as he made his way towards Myungjun.

"Ah...Good morning."

Myungjun clung to the bedsheets that covered him as his eyes followed the younger.

"Uh, sorry I wasn't supposed to stay the night and I-"

He was cut off by Jinwoo who sat down next to him.

"It's okay. I don't mind."

Myungjun lets out a smile as he studies Jinwoo's face.

"You mean you don't mind? You liked sleeping next to me?"

"Uh. That's not really what I mean-"

Without any warning, Myungjun pulls in Jinwoo towards him, catching the younger by surprise.

Not being able to react quick enough, Jinwoo found himself on top of the elder.

In shock, he looked at the eyes of Myungjun staring back at him. Unable to to move or utter a word, Jinwoo's body froze at the abrupt contact.

The elder pushed Jinwoo aside, making his back pressed against the bed. His hands tightly gripped above his head by Myungjun.

Staring into Jinwoo's eyes, Myungjun let out a smirk.

"Since I'm finally alone with you, why don't we...," Myungjun's voice trailed off as he leaned in and...

kissed Jinwoo's lips.

The elder's lips tugged at Jinwoo's as he continued to kiss him with no hesitation.

Jinwoo, still having his arms and body pinned against the bed, he felt the roughness of the kiss as his stomach tightened at the overwhelming feeling.

After a few seconds, Myungjun pulled out, a red tint on his cheek being obviously visible. 

They just stared at each other in silence. Unable to utter a word. 

Jinwoo's eyes wide in shock. He felt his body all heated up and a trickle of sweat down his face.

Then with a jolt, he sat up. 

It was suddenly dark. The blinds were closed. The only distinct sounds he could hear was the hum of the room's air conditioner and his panting.

It was a dream. Myungjun didn't kiss him. It was a dream...again.

Jinwoo wiped his sweat with his hands and suddenly he froze.

Slowly turning to the other side of the bed, he heard faint breathing from under the blanket. 

Was he dreaming again? His hands were shaking as he carefully uncovered the blanket to reveal the other male sleeping soundly.

Jinwoo tried not to freak out. Just to check, he pinched himself to make sure he wasn't sleeping. This time it was reality.

He slowly laid down, staring at the ceiling. He could feel a headache growing, making him sigh.

Not knowing when he fell asleep in his thoughts.

With the ringing of his phone, Jinwoo woke up. It was Secretary Lee. Before he answered it, he looked the other side of the bed. It was empty. Myungjun wasn't there anymore.