Chapter 47: 36-1

My birthday—how insignificant of a day it's become. Something happens when you reach 20, birthdays just seem to lose all excitement, at least for me. I'm heading home after my only class of the day. Some may think it's lucky that it was a morning class, so that I have the rest of the day open, but personally I don't really care. I toss my book bag on the counter and groan when I see Zen left his cereal bowl on the today, not even bothering to clean up. What a great brother. I reluctantly clean it up, because dirty dishes irk me to no end, and head to my bedroom. My eyes were not prepared for what laid before them. I feel suddenly firey hot, like someone's dumped ice water over me—that kind of cold heat. On my bed lays Jaewook, who quickly tossed his phone away when I opened the door. It's not him being in my room that shocks me, although it is a school day, it's what he's wearing. Or rather not wearing "Wh-what are you doing?" "Happy birthday?" He says with a cheeky smile, his arms outstretched to show off the black apron he wears. Yes, the goddamn work apron. His hair is even styled like that first day of work, curled on his forehead in the most heavenly way. "You have got to be kidding me," I mumble to myself. He gets off the bed. I stare up at the ceiling, trying my best to avoid looking at him, because despite having the half apron on, the rest of him is undeniably bare. "What the hell are you doing here Jaewook?" I can't help but laugh as I stare at my ceiling, tears now building. "I'm delivering your present." His hands hold onto my hips and I squeal as I'm pulled against him. My hands rest on his bare chest, very much aware of the thin black material that separates me from his pelvis. "You said my apron turned you on." "I didn't mean it like this!" His eyebrow twitches. "Are you sure about that?" I gulp, not able to respond because the truth is, he looked undeniably sexy lying on my bed like that. "I can't believe you're skipping school right now, young man." I widen my eyes, hoping to gain control of the situation again. I fail though, as his hand moves up to cup the side of my face. His head leans down, the tips of his hair tickling my face as his breath hits against my ear—hot and humid. "Why don't you punish me then, since I've been a bad boy," he whispers. A strange high pitched noise is stifled out of my mouth as my body tenses. His mouth leaves my ear to trickle down my neck. "You said you wanted me for your birthday, here I am. I'll be and do whatever you want me to." He sharply sucks on my collarbone before sliding my shirt down over my shoulder. "Hmm, white today. That's new." "Jaewook—" I say somewhat breathlessly, wanting to say something but not knowing what. "Yes Noona?" "I—" my eyes move between both of his. The look in them is tempting, clearly showing the lust behind his actions. "Screw it," I mumble before holding his jaw and selfishly taking his lips. He groans against me, taken aback by my change in demeanour, but soon he melts against me, hands once again holding my hips. The apron is thoughtlessly laid on the floor, along with my new set of underwear. They were no longer needed. . . . "Noona," Jaewook starts as he plays with my hair. "Yeah?" "Can we take a shower together?" I look up at him with a frown. "What?" "I've always wanted to." "You dirty—" "There's nothing dirty about showering." I grind my teeth as I watch his expression. "It's supposed to be my birthday," I say. "I know," he mumbles, looking down at my hands now. "Fine. But our shower is tiny, this is no luxurious apartment suite." The stupid little smile on his face causes me to roll my eyes. Soon enough he's struggling to fit in the shower which is only separated from the rest of the bathroom by a curtain and bar we put in ourselves. Mutters of "ow" and "move there" take over the small bathroom as we struggle to fit without knocking the curtain down. "I told you this wouldn't be romantic," I laugh as our feet dance around the tile. He chuckles in return as water gets in his eyes. He tries to rub it away as I angle the shower head so it doesn't blind him. "Here—" he holds onto my hips and pivots, now he's closest to the shower head, both of us under the dome of water as he stands so close that our skin sticks together. I can't even see him as water runs down my face, but it doesn't stop me from laughing. He pushes me back a bit so my face is free. My giggles seize as the comedic air suddenly vanishes. Now I just see him, with his black hair sticking to his skin and drops of water sliding down his chest, and I grow nervous. Why am I nervous? We literally just did the deed. His shoulders are so broad, they almost take up the width of the narrow space we have. His muscles twitch with each slight move he makes, looking glorious as the water dances against them. "Shit," I whisper. His eyes crinkle as he laughs, "What is it now?" "Nothing, you—you're just so damn hot," I say breathlessly and his head tilts back as his laughter booms. His hands move to rest on my back, pushing me against him. My eyes round in shock. "Touché baby, touché," he softly says as his forehead dips to lay on mine. "You look so unreal, some sort of goddess sent to destroy me." "How'd you know," I joke. He smiles as his eyes wander to scan my features. "Your lips," his finger runs along my bottom lip. "Your neck," I gasp when his hand wraps around my neck softly. "Your chest." His hands continue to roam down me, almost as soft as the water itself. "Your hips," his fingers dig into me. "Your thighs," he softly smiles as his hands reach around to hold the underside of one thigh. He pulls it up, my leg now against him. I have to hold onto his neck to stand straight. I'm leaning back a bit, watching his face in wonder, in a complete trance from his movements. "Everything is mine," he almost growls at me, his eyes looking down at me in a sexy way. With his hand still grasping my thigh, he leans down to kiss me, water pouring down on our faces as he does so. As our mouths devour each other, we consume some water as well, and it makes it that much harder to breathe. But I don't mind at all, because he makes me feel breathless all the time. . . . "So are we actually going to go on a date?" I ask as I dry my body with a towel. "Yes," he laughs as he towel dries his hair. I grumble when I watch as the hair miraculously dries in seconds. I should cut my hair short. I wrap the towel around me and secure it before combing out my kinky hair. "This is nice," he comments as he stands behind me, watching me in the mirror. "What?"