Chapter 22: 18-2

"Hey, what about the movie?" I point to the screen and try to move my head away. "I already know how it ends," he says. "But I don't!" "He dies." "You knobhead!" I shout in his face in English and his eyes crinkle with laughter. He quiets me with a kiss. He pulls back. "I bet I'm a better kisser than the guy in the movie," he says, referencing the couple, who are still having sex on screen. Man, that's a long sex scene, what's the rating of this movie? "Jaewook, you really gotta stop with the random flirty and dirty talk, it catches me completely off guard every time." "Oh? Then I should do it more often so that you get used to it." I clench my teeth as words escape me. He laughs again at my frustration and this time goes in for a deep kiss. Soon enough, his lips are moving over my own rhythmically. Then his tongue pushes against my lips as his hands move through my hair. The fever and passion of his kisses never fail to take my breath away—quite literally. Eventually, my chest heaves as I struggle to get enough oxygen and I hold onto his shirt to gain some sense of control. His lips leave mine when the need for air grows too strong. I pant loudly, gasping for air as his lips run along my neck. This boy drives me insane. My back can't help but arch as he sucks on the side of my neck. It's been so long since someone's kissed me there, I can't help the response my body is having. It's craving for more, and it's forcing me to push against his body in need. His lips continue to lightly smack against my skin, his teeth running along and lightly nibbling at times. A moan leaves my mouth, I try to stifle it but it's too late. How embarrassing. I'm usually the one in charge in a relationship, this is hurting my pride. "Jaewook—" I want to tell him to stop but he then harshly sucks on my neck, so hard that I whimper at the feeling. I try pulling him away, but he's strong. When his torture is done he lightly kisses the sore skin. Then his devilish lips trail their way up to my ear. "Your body drives me crazy," he whispers. I look up at the ceiling, internally begging for mercy. He softly bites the top of my ear and I whimper again. Hell, at this point who cares if he hears my noises. I try to speak again but am caught off guard when his nose brushes against mine, his eyes looking into mine. "I can't get enough of you," he says softly. I sigh, trying to gain my composure. "Jaewook, that's enough," I say, but even I can't believe my words. "Are you sure about that baby?" My eyes widen at his words. I feel a sense of déjà vu, as if he's called me this before, but I swear he never has. "Excuse me, I thought we established that you're the baby in this relationship?" He laughs in my face. "Hey! I'm two years older than you, you weren't even alive until I was two!" "Okay, sure." He pecks my lips quickly, but then he grabs onto one of my legs and puts it over his shoulder. I gasp at the action as he pushes against me, leaning further down. "But I think we can agree that in the bedroom, the roles are reversed." "Im Jaewook!" I scream. "How's your hamstring by the way? Should I stretch it out some more for you?" This little flirt. "I don't like this," I mumble as he kisses my cheek. He sits back up and takes my leg off of his shoulder. "Don't pull that again or else I'm kicking you out." He pouts at me. "But it's fun to play around with my Noona." "You can't call me baby and then Noona a second later." "Sure I can. My Noona is a baby." I grumble. "Get off." He shakes his head like a child and instead lies down on me, his head resting on my chest and arms wrapped around me. "You're giving me whiplash. Also, you're like super heavy so please get off me." He reluctantly rolls off me. I sit up and close the laptop since the movie ended. "Noona, can I sleep over today?" "After what you just did? No." I catch the disappointment in his eyes. "But it's the weekend. I just wanted to spend one night out of there." "On one condition." He looks at me expectantly. "Keep your hands off of me." "Aw, but my hands belong on you." I laugh in bewilderment. "And no more remarks like that." He nods his head with a soft smile. "Ah, Noona, I didn't mention this last time but I typically sleep without a shirt on, sometimes even without pants" "Im Jaewook!" "Okay, fine, sorry."