Citrus and Wine | Jung Jaehyun

Chapter 21

Things with Jaehyun had been great, except that you were not 'officially' dating yet. Neither of you had asked the other out and it was making you anxious. What if by 'I like you' Jaehyun meant 'I like you...in bed.'?

Bad thoughts had been filling your mind lately, even though he was nothing but a sweetheart to you, cooking your meals, taking you on little dates, and just being lovely in general. You still wondered how he managed to pay for that flight ticket and give you two weeks of paid vacation so quickly. Sure, he was your boss, but he was not the owner of the magazine, was he?

That would mean he knew who you were before moving in with you and all of this had been planned, which would lead to him actually using you for his pleasure. You shook the bad thought off your mind and focused on the movie playing in front of you.

You were cuddled up with your boyf- Jaehyun, your legs intertwined and covered by blankets. Your chin rested on his head as you were the big spoon. The vibrations of his body as he laughed could be felt against you.

"Y/n?" you hummed as you waited for his question. "would you still like me if I kept a secret from you?"

As soon as those words left his mouth, your heart started beating so fast.

"Are you keeping something from me, Jaehyun?" you whispered.

"What? No, it's just a question, babe." He said and turned around, his face facing your chest before looking up at you.

"Jaehyun, can I ask you something?" he nodded and kissed your shoulder. "Why were you such an ass when I dated Johnny?" he gulped and hid his face in your chest.

"I thought we were leaving our past behind." He mumbled.

"Jaehyun..." you said in an unamused tone.

"Fine," he looked up at you with doe eyes. "I was je-" the last part mas muffled as he pressed his face to your chest once more.

"What?" you wiggled your way down the sofa to be face to face with your boyf- Jaehyun...

The side of his face was squished on his arm, he looked adorable.

"I was jealous." He told you.

"Of me?" he denied it and you giggled. "Then why be an asshole to me?"

"I didn't know how to talk to you." He whispered as his ears started to get red.

"Maybe, you should've talked to me like a normal person?" you chuckled and reached for his cheek, the warmth of his skin was inviting. "Also, this girl told me you moaned my name when you had sex with her."

"Y/n, stop... you're embarrassing me!" he covered his face with his other hand, it was now resting on top of yours. He giggled nervously, and after a minute he moved your hand and looked up at you. "Hey, talking about that..." oh no.

"Talking about what? I'm sleepy, I should go to bed." You said trying to escape his embrace.

"Hey, you're not going anywhere Ms. 'I moaned your name while having sex with my ex-boyfriend'."

"Shut up, if you heard that why did you write me up at work for leaving early?" you asked.

"Oh, that? It never went on file, I just like being dramatic."

"Are you serious? Do you know hard you made my life?" you asked and hit his arm.

"Ah, I did it because I care about you." He laughed.

"What a way to let me know you care..." your face dropped at the memory of his words towards you.

"I know, I'm sorry." He whispered. "I was an ass to you for no reason and I know I hurt you more than once, I am so sorry." He caressed your cheek softly and looked into your eyes for what felt like a year.

He wanted to tell you. He wanted to tell you everything about his family, about the arranged marriage, about how meeting you was coincidence and that it was the best thing that had happened to him. He wanted to tell you he loved you—but he couldn't. He was scared and so were you. He knew it was a matter of time till you discovered this information, and it was probably going to hurt you both.

Instead, he leaned in and kissed you, deeply and passionately, because with all of this happening, he knew that any of these kisses was probably going to be the last one.