YOO-MI’s POV
When I opened my eyes, the sun has risen. It’s morning already. It felt surreal how I managed to sleep despite what happened yesterday. My heart rate was steady, and I felt calm. Much calmer than before. I didn’t have any bad dream which is quite a relief.
The bed beside me felt cold and I sat up. Jeonghan was gone. I got up from the bed and tottered outside the room. While I’m walking down the hallway, I found Jeonghan entering the foyer.
He turned to me and the scene in front of me seemed so familiar, as I’ve imagined it before in my mind.
Like it’s playing in slow motion. Sweat was all over his body, his thin white shirt clung perfectly onto his body, his hands dirtied with oil. His hair was messy and I’m not complaining. I even want to run my fingers through it.
“Good morning,” he greeted me and I froze on the spot, he caught me staring at him. That familiar smirk made me blush so hard.