Chapter 30

I'm lying on my stomach with Jaewook beside me as his fingers draw invisible sketches on my bare back. "I wish I could stay and sleep over," he softly says, almost as if speaking to himself. I don't have anything of substance to say in return, since I also wish he could stay. So I just stare at the pillow in front of my eyes. "Noona," his eyes finally stop following his fingers and instead look at my face. "Tell me about you, your family. I still have some time." I turn over onto my back and stare up at the ceiling. His fingers now skim over the exposed area of my collarbones that poke from above the sheets. The sensation causes goosebumps to rise on the surface of my skin, and he focuses more intently on lightly touching my aroused skin as I speak. "I don't know where to start. You already know my brother, and my dad can be a bit weird at times—a free spirit—but I had a somewhat normal childhood. My father moved to Korea to teach English when he met my mom. My parents fell in love at a young age, and they had Zen by accident." I turn to look at him with eyebrows raised. "That's why I always say protection is important. There's no way I'm having babies before I'm done college." "You'd be a good mom," he says with a silly smile. I tsk at him. "Don't get any ideas Jae, baby making is not in my near future." He fakes a pout before laughing. "Anyways, my parents had to marry suddenly to avoid the whole taboo around having a baby without being married. My parents were I think 20, super young. They didn't learn from their mistake though because I came barely a year later. Since I was also a shock, and because my parents always had a stupid sense of humour, they reversed Hyunjoo's korean name to get mine." Jaewook snorts with laughter before covering his mouth. I scowl at him. "I like your name, especially Destiny," he says to try and cover up. "Whatever. My parents started having issues because they weren't ready for the life they got caught up in. They were so young and my dad quit teaching to try and be a musician. They stayed together though until I was about 15. Then Zen and I lived with my dad. My mom was never a great mom in the sense that she isn't very nurturing or strict. She was just too young I think, she didn't know how to be a mother." Jaewook's head lies on my blanket-covered chest now as I tell this seemingly boring story. He seems to be very interested though despite it. He has grabbed one of my hands and his peculiar habit strikes again as he begins to play with it while listening. He intertwines his fingers with mine at first, lifting our hands up so he can look up at them in the air. Then he brings it down and begins to draw invisible doodles on my palm. "My dad's band eventually tried hitting it in Japan, and being a rock band, they did much better there. So there were many times where Zen would have to watch over me as my dad went to Japan for weeks on end to tour. We never had an issue with it, we're both quite independent I guess, and we grew up quite quickly—probably because we had to. Once my dad met his now wife and starting earning more, he found this place and paid the down payment for us. Now he lives in Tokyo with his wife and their little boy." I laugh a bit when the little boy's chubby face comes to my mind. "He's the cutest little thing." Jaewook looks up at me. "So do you speak Japanese then?" I respond to him in Japanese and he stares blankly at me. I laugh, "not really. My dad does now, obviously, and he taught me a lot. But I wouldn't say I'm good or anything." "You're Destiny, a pro at studying and learning. I'm sure you're more than good." "Whatever," I smile as my hands move through his hair, raking the dark brown locks and enlisting a groan from him. He sighs and closes his eyes. "I want to stay here forever." He lifts himself up onto his elbows and leans down to hover over my face. He kisses me, "but I can't." "Go back now then, I don't want you to get in trouble." "How am I going to sleep tonight after that?" "Wipe that cocky grin off your face." "I'll wait eagerly for my next opportunity," he says cheekily into my ear. "You're like a bunny, a simultaneously adorable but horny bunny." He laughs with his eyes crinkled before kissing me again. "I'm serious though, I'll find a way to see you again soon okay?" He says this while pushing loose strands of hair away from my glistening face. "She can't take my phone away forever, I'll get it back soon." I just nod, sadness nipping at my brain when I realize I'll have to go without him for a while again. "I only have one more semester until I graduate. I'm studying very hard, I'm going to graduate well for you, and then I'm going to get out of here. Somehow." I listen to his hopeful words, but being the realist I am, I don't believe them. However, I nod with a smile in order to fuel his hope. Even if it's empty, hope can at least push him to graduate. "Bye baby," I say while holding his sweet face. "Bye Noona," he says before getting out of bed. He picks up his clothes from the floor and begins to slide them on. "Nice butt Jae," I say with a smirk. He turns around with a similar expression. "So now that you've seen me naked you don't complain about my lack of clothes huh? You like what you see?" He spreads his arms out and I squeal at the exposure. "I take what I said back, just go!" I yell while laughing. Soon enough, he's dressed and leaving with a bittersweet smile and a small wave. Now I just lay in the swirling mess of sheets for a moment, attempting to gather my whirlwind of thoughts. I'm warm and my heart still feels like it's beating faster than my resting heart rate, plus my lower abdomen is burning with passion still. This must be what happens when you have sex after being abstinent for a long time—scratch that, this must be what happens when you have the best sex of your life—my body feels like it's on fire and ready to go at it again and again. "Relax Dee," I say to myself foolishly while patting my abdomen. I sit up and stretch my arms out, letting the sheets hang off my naked body. "Darn, I forgot about his jacket again." I stare at the black bomber that lays on my desk. "Oh well, sucks for him." I get out of bed and gather the clothes on the floor. My eyebrows crinkle in confusion when I hear my doorknob creak as it turns. Why would he be back? Did he remember his jacket? Within seconds I frantically leap for my bed and cover my body as my idiotic brother opens the door. "Hey, I saw Jaewook leave—oh shit." "YOU IMBECILE, DO YOU NOT KNOW HOW TO KNOCK?!" My face must be beet red as I scream at the top of my lungs, clutching my sheets like a shield. "Good thing I didn't come home sooner," is all he says as he casually retreats. I scream out in aggravation and embarrassment, fuming with rage. Then I'm whining and pulling at my hair. I swear, one day I'll kill him. ...