Chapter 16

After getting over the initial shock factor of the whole situation, I grabbed Jaewook's hand and walked to my bed. I sat down and patted the spot next to me. He watched me with wide doe eyes, like a child who knows he's about to get lectured. "I appreciate you finally coming to terms with your feelings for me," I begin. "Wait, finally?" "You weren't exactly the greatest at hiding your feelings. Anways, your dramatic entrance was incredibly entertaining—thank you for that, I was getting bored—but what do you really want Jaewook?" "What do you mean?" His high and mighty confidence is slowly coming down. Hm, so he may act like the toughest dude in the world at times, but his confidence gets squashed down into 5-year-old-boy level fairly easily. "What do you want?" I ask bluntly, looking into his eyes probably a bit too fiercely. "Uh, I said I want you." The difference in the hot guy who said that moments ago and the nervous boy now is astounding. I have to hold back my laughter. "You're so cute," I say to myself. "What?" He asks more enthusiastically. I clear my throat and continue. "What do you want from me exactly? A date, a fling, a one-time thing, a one night stand—" "Woah, n-no," he waves his hands around to get me to stop. I smirk at his flustered reaction. I notice him take in a deep breath and straighten his back. "I want to take you out on a date." I smile at him and nod my head. "Okay!" He looks at me with a shocked expression. "Wait, really?" "Yeah. Jaewook, you can't just kiss a girl and then not ask her out on a date if you want things to go anywhere." He looks down at the hands in his lap. "You have a lot to learn," I pat his back and stand up. "Hey! I'm not clueless like you act like I am." "Sure," I say jokingly. He grits his teeth, clearly affected by my teasing. "I'm not." I hold onto his face with my hands and squeeze his babyish cheeks. "Sure~" I continue to tease, enjoying his reaction a bit too much. He curls his lip in annoyance and grabs my hands. He pulls them off from his face but continues to hold them tightly as he leans in. His mouth lays on mine again. I whimper in shock from his sudden movement and try taking my hands away. He lets them go and holds onto my jaw now as he deepens the kiss. Dammit, why is he so good at kissing? He pushes me with his kiss until I'm against the wall. He pushes his firm body against me as he angles his head to get a better grip on the kiss—or rather—the make-out session. Why can't I pull away, why can't I stop him? He groans into my mouth when my fingers move into his hair. Then his lips part mine with a soft smacking sound, as they move down to reach my neck. "Woah there tiger! Stop right there," I try pushing him away but he's stronger than I thought. He takes a step back from me, his chest heaving as he pants. His eyes are dark and hooded once again from the kiss. "No, no, no," I shake my head at myself. "This needs to stop right now." His eyes round as he watches me. "No more kissing me. I get it, you know how to kiss real bloody well, you can stop trying to prove that to me. Take me out on a date first before you pull that stunt again." He smirks at me before grabbing onto my hands, as if we already are dating. This boy is going to give me whiplash. "Okay, Noona," his tongue wipes over his lower lip and it takes everything in my power to not swoon. "Let's go on a date on Saturday." "Okay," I softly say. "Dee! Are you still awake?" My brother's voice carries into the room. I frantically try to figure out what to do. Do I let Jaewook leave my room at midnight with swollen lips and messy hair? Hell no, Zen will never let it go. "Go!" I scream whisper at Jaewook while pointing at my small closet. Before moving, his hands smooth over my messy curls. I almost get lost in another moment as his eyes sweetly look into my own. Then he opens the tiny closet and somehow squishes himself in there. I open the door to see my brother chomping on a burger. "Why are you eating at this time?" "Busy night at the bar, didn't have time to eat anything," he says while scarfing down the burger. "I brought those chicken things that you fancy," he motions to a takeout bag in his other hand. "I assumed you'd still be studying and want some nosh." I stare at the bag in shock. "You know, you're not too bad sometimes." "What do you mean, I'm not too bad all the time." "Sure." I grab the bag and begin to close the door. He stops me and looks around the room for a moment. Oh my god. "Are you okay?" He asks. "What—why?" "You look weird. Like you just—" he looks around again. "I've been studying for eight hours and haven't eaten, of course I look weird you nimwit." "True. You always look weird anyway," he shrugs it off and walks away with his burger. I close the door and squeeze my eyes shut as my heartbeat tries to steady. I walk over to the closet and knock on it. "Jaewook?" He opens the door with a mischievous smile. My eyebrows cross in confusion. "You have a nice lingerie collection." I look at the plastic drawers on the left side of the closet, which were left open. My bras and panties are on full display. Usually, I wouldn't care one bit—everyone has underwear—but for some reason the smug look on his face causes my cheeks to heat up. "Get out you pervert!" I whisper-yell and point to the door. He gets out of the closet, his smirk still plastered on his face. Before leaving he turns and leans against the door frame. "I like the black pair the best." I push him out and close my door, not even caring that Zen may wonder why I slammed the door. That horny little piece of— How am I going to deal with a guy who is completely clueless when it comes to dating, but is seemingly very competent when it comes to physical attraction? I can already feel myself go insane.