Chapter 32: 25-2

I sheepishly look around the area, watching as a mass of students observe me. He's taking a while. I feel unsure as I wait for him. Now that I know his mother is doing all she can to distance us, I constantly feel on edge. I take a seat on a bench, tempted to run my fingernails across my teeth. Someone eventually sits beside me, their groan sounding familiar as they put their arm around me. I stare at him for a moment too long, still feeling unconfident about this meetup. His grin slowly falls. "What's wrong?" "I'm just worried." "Don't be, she can't get mad at me for going to school and the library." My lips press together as I zone out on his blue uniform jacket. "This looks familiar," he says while touching the bomber I am wearing. "It's mine now." "Is it?" I just nod and he softly smiles. "Come on, let's go." He grabs my hand and we head to the library. I feel a bit better once we're inside, and not as exposed. I get to work on helping Jaewook through his homework, which he's gotten a lot better at. His drive is evident as he works through various problems more swiftly than ever before. After a while I just end up sitting beside him, looking around in boredom as he easily does the work by himself. "Hey, you know I never got paid for our second round of tutoring," I say as I suddenly realize this. He drops his pencil and looks at me blankly. "What do you mean you never got paid?" "After you asked to start studying again, I never got paid. Not that your mom knew about it but still, I'm being scammed." "What are you talking about Noona, I basically gave you my jacket." He gestures to the black material. I grit my teeth. He slides his chair over a bit, despite the space between us being so little anyway. I can smell him now—perhaps that's his shampoo or maybe cologne—as he leans into me. The lack of time spent with him lately drives me to grow speechless as I stare at him with wide, curious eyes. "Plus, I think my body proved to be enough payment, don't you think?" He whispers, his eyes sparkling as they look at mine. My mouth is agape before my mind finally clears. "You nasty thing, this is a public place." "Even better," he says with a smirk. I guffaw, unable to find the right words as his proximity heats up my body. It's like my physical entity is craving him, trying to attract his body to my own like a magnet. "Noona is quite speechless today, it's kinda cute." Again, unsure of what to say, he smiles before pecking my lips and moving away. I cower into myself as I look around the quiet library. No one's paying attention, and why would they? They have their own lives to focus on. The rest of my time in the library ends up being quite pointless, but I don't mind. As long as I can be near him, feel the vibrations of his energy, hear his voice, that's fine to me. I can't help but feel sad as we walk home, because I don't know when I'll see him next. "Don't look so upset beautiful." Jaewook lifts my chin up. "My father is gone on a business trip this week, which means my mom is much more relaxed. I'll be able to see you more." "Are you sure?" "Yes, I'm sure." We stop walking once we reach the building. His hands hold onto both of mine as he leans down to kiss my head. "No one will stop me from seeing you, okay?" He turns his head to the side as he tries to look at my face. "Okay," I respond. His hands leave mine now as they lightly touch my jaw. He leans in again, his nose now touching mine. "I love you." My heart feels like it's jumping every time he says this now—each time is like that first. "I love you too," I quietly respond before his lips connect with mine. It's fast and passionate, like he's trying to get the most of me that he can before we part. After a while I place my hands on his chest, willing him to stop but also not wanting him to. He takes the hint, however, and pulls away. "I wish I could take you to bed again." "Stop!" I laugh nervously. "What? I'm just being honest. It was the best night of my life, but you know me baby, I'm competitive as hell, even with myself. I'm sure we can do it even better." "Can you please stop, you're just making everything worse." "Oh, have you been restless too lately?" His lips tickle my ear as he speaks, words velvety smooth and tempting. "I can't seem to stop re-living that night. The sound of your moans, your cries of my name. It's so addicting." I whimper in annoyance as my body paralyzes under his touch. "I remember hearing you once over a year ago through my wall. It must have been when you had a boyfriend. You were so quiet though, the guy was louder than you. I remember wishing I could touch you instead," his hands move under my shirt and his fingers dance in circles on the cold skin of my hips. "I knew I could make you feel better, I knew I'd be able to make you scream." "Please, stop." "Your words say one thing baby, but your body says another." He chuckles as hands roam my body, which is indeed pushing against his in need. "I'm sorry," he kisses me once more. "But maybe you can touch yourself while thinking about me." I gasp in response and finally will myself to move away. His hold on me doesn't allow me to though. "I'd love to hear your noises through the wall baby, it would help me a great deal." The eroticism behind his words is giving me vertigo. I push past him and humiliatedly wobble my way through the building doors. He follows behind with a loud laugh, clearly enjoying the mess he's made of me. "You're the worst," I mumble, beyond annoyed from his teasing of me. "Why does everyone love to tease me? I hate you all." "Don't talk to yourself sweetie," he charmingly says as he follows me up the stairs. Once we reach our floor, our speaking stops entirely. The silence is almost eerie as it dies out like an exhausted candle, smothered under the menacing weight that threatens it. He walks in front of me, creating unwanted distance between us. Once we reach our separate doors, we turn and smile longingly before entering. ...