Chapter 23

A soft moan makes my eyes slowly open to the dark room. Light is pooling through the edges of my window curtain adjacent to my bed. Another groan from behind me makes me become more aware of my body. Jaewook is here, I almost forgot, and his arms are tightened around my waist again. Man, he really likes being big spoon I guess. "Jaewook?" A groan leaves his mouth again, but he doesn't move. I try to turn to look at him but it's difficult in this position. I slightly shake my body while in his hold, hoping it'll wake him up. Instead, a breathless whimper sounds from behind me and his legs tangle with mine. "Jae? Are you awake?" "Noona—" he says very softly, groggily, as if he really is still asleep. Another moan follows. "Okay, what the hell—" I freeze when I feel a little something against me. With a frenzy, I turn around, disregarding the boy that was sleeping. His eyes open heavily, his mouth is open and some drool threatens to leave it. "Im Jaewook you have some explaining to do," I say as I sit up. "Huh?" He looks up at me with one eye closed. "What the hell were you dreaming about?" "I don't remember..." his clouded eyes look off into space. He opens his mouth in acknowledgment as he seems to remember. He giggles a bit. "Hey!" "What?" He yawns and stretches out his arms. Then he hugs my hips and lays his head on my lap with a boyish smile. "You were having a dirty dream weren't you?" He begins humming something, clearly ignoring me. "Please get off of me, I can feel your mini-me." "What?" He raises his head in question. I look up at the ceiling when I see him reach down. His mouth turns into an o shape. "Whoops." "Go to the bathroom. Now." "Why are you mad? It's a perfectly normal male response. In fact, it means I'm healthy." I swat at his head. "You were dreaming about me you little freak!" "How'd you know?" "You said 'Noona'," I imitate his moans and his face turns red. He sits up abruptly with a hand over his crotch. He sits like that for a moment, eyes distracted as if he's pondering over something. "Can you help me?" He asks in a cautious voice. "OUT!" Bursting with giggles, he gets out of bed, hand still over his area as he heads to the bathroom. I put a hand over my heart, willing it to calm down. The kid just had a dirty dream about me, and he got a boner. I know he's my boyfriend, but I can help but feel incredibly flustered, as if I did something wrong. Usually, I'm so composed about this kind of stuff, I am in the sciences after all, I've learned to look at the human body in a purely objective manner when needed to. But just now, right now, all I feel is hot. "Deep breaths Destiny, I know it's been a long time—a very very long time—but...but it wouldn't hurt..." I shake my head furiously. "No!" I shout at myself. It takes all my willpower to not listen to the bathroom when I walk past. When did I become so perverted? This kid is rubbing off on me. . . . An hour later, Jaewook walks out of the bathroom with no shirt and a towel around his neck. "You took a shower?" I ask as I try not to stare at his glistening torso. "A cold shower. I didn't want to make a mess," he smirks at me and I shove my head into my hands. "I was hoping you'd change your mind and join." He sits down at be table with a sigh. "Stop it. Just stop it," I groan into my arms. "Oh? Am I making you nervous Noona? Are you having a hard time holding yourself back?" He leans down to talk in my ear, his hand brushing my hair back. "You didn't touch yourself while I was gone did you?" I almost choke on my own spit when his hand runs down my back to hold onto my butt. "Jaewook!" I shout with my eyes closed. "Woah! What is it this time?!" A half-asleep Zen trips into the kitchen with a textbook in his hand, held up in a threatening manner. Jaewook and I look at him wordlessly. "You guys are weird," Jaewook mutters. "Jaewook? What are you doing here?" I try to stop him before he speaks but he beats me to the chase. "I slept over." I put my head back down on the table in defeat. "I see," my brother nods his head casually. Then he looks at Jaewook's bare chest and wet hair. "Oh, I see," he says differently now with a smirk on his face. He places the heavy book on the table and heads to the cupboards. "Nothing happened," I say. "Sure," he responds while scanning our cereal selection. "What are you talking about? A lot happened," Jaewook teases as he squeezes my sides. "Hey! What's your problem today? Do you want to get kicked out?" I look at him with wide eyes. "Ooh, be careful, you got her angry," my brother shakes his head. "Nah, it's just Destiny, no need to be careful." "Hey! It's Noona to you." "Angry Noona is so cute," he says in a teasing tone. "Shit, no guy has ever not been afraid of you before. You got yourself a handful sis." My brother grabs his bowl of cereal and heads back to his room. "Why are you so annoying this morning?" I look at Jaewook with a frown. His eyes are focused on my neck for some reason as he ignores my question. "Why aren't you looking me in the eye?" He looks at me and holds back a laugh. "What is it now?" His finger comes up to softly tap at my neck, I flinch from the sore feeling his touch causes. "What the hell?" "I've never given one before so I was wondering if I was doing it right or not," he runs his finger on it again, "looks like I found another thing that I'm good at." "You gave me a hickey?!" He nods his head triumphantly. "That's enough," I mumble as I grab both ends of his towel, pulling his head forward in the process. Since I've never really been the one to initiate this, his eyes widen as I pull him close to my lips. But I merely peck him. "You have a lot to learn still, boy." Before he can open his mouth to say anything, I hold onto his face and start to kiss his neck. I use all the techniques I've learned up until now to get the blood quickly rushing to the surface of his skin. "De—" his hands hold onto my back. With a nibble of his skin, he whimpers into my ear. I remove my head to get a good look at the spot on his neck. Sure enough, the redness of ruptured blood vessels is already visible, along with small teeth marks. "That's how you do it," I say. I'm about to move back into my seat when his hands hold onto the backs of my thighs and hoists me onto his lap. "Jaewook, my brother is still home," I whisper as I try to pull away. He tugs on my legs more so that I straddle him and then his face moves up to connect his lips with mine. His eyes are heavy-lidded, his mouth lightly panting still from my work on his neck. I moan into his mouth as his tongue makes it's way past my lips. This is bad, real bad. He already made me hot and bothered this morning without even touching me. Sure enough, my instincts cause my body to push against his bare chest, and whimpers and moans softly sound in the kitchen. I can only pray my brother doesn't leave his room. Especially since my hips apparently have a mind of their own as they begin to move against him. Jaewook's lips leave mine. "Noona, I'd rather not have to take another shower," he says groggily, sounding older than he is. "Then don't do this to me," I grow annoyed once I realize that he won yet again. I was supposed to prove a point, and here I am, a puddle of hormones on his lap. He smiles up at me with his teeth showing. His hands hold onto my butt as he watches my flustered and panting state. "I told you, you can be in control as much as you want, but when it comes to physical games, I'm in charge," he rocks his hips against me with his last words. A gasp leaves my mouth. How can he do this? How can he be so damn sexy with just the blink of an eye? Why is he so good at touching me? "You're not good at everything Jaewook." His eyebrows cross in confusion. "You still suck at maths and English." His eyes crinkle as he laughs. I smile down at him and hold onto his face. His infectious laughter causes me to giggle as well, and the feeling makes me feel like I'm in ecstasy. I would never have thought that the kid next door—the one who never failed to bow to me and smile—would become someone that could make me feel so good. That he would become my reason to smile, my first thought when I wake up in the morning, the passing fleets of thought when I'm heading to class, the bundle of warmth in my abdomen when he makes me feel like I've reached perfection; like this is the moment of my life that I've been waiting for. The feeling is so heavy and magnifying that it worries me, because now I can't imagine me without him.