19 Chapter-19: Meosjin! {멋진!} (handsome!)

"I can call you ADONIS, cause your beauty speaks volumes but I consider you more than a mere earthly being so change of plans... I'll call you APOLLO!

I stare at you not because I find you weird, it's because I find you hella handsome and I'm whipped for you... you motherfucker!"

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Hae-won's POV:

SHAMELESS! That's the word which suits me perfectly. I am soo fucking shameless.

Swooning over that hot piece of meat aka my bestie... aka my bestie by name.

Well, can't blame me alone. Any girl would swoon over this guy normally, but now it's on another level, The government and the society should give me a 'noble price' for not pouncing on this handsome man. Just look at him, the way his muscle clenches and unclench whenever he hits the punching bag. Gosh, this is the first time I am ever thinking of becoming that punching bag. He can rail me and I would not even complain a bit.

Jesus... calm your horses gurlllll! Breatheeeeee!

I let out a big huff of breath. Slowly I knocked on the open door to let him know my presence while placing the tray on a table present next to me.

Jung-eun: Omma! I told you I don't want anything, just let me be...

Hae-won: And why would you not want anything Mr Jung-eun?

Hearing my voice he turned around swiftly giving me a front-row display of his abs and JESUSSSSSSS his V line is a hot and valuable topic I can debate for the rest of my life, For Pete's sake, this guy can make my nose bleed in a sec. His hair is wet because of all the punching, the way his wet hair strands dangled in front of his eyes and dripped water is a sight to see. I was indeed so captivated and his body took all the attention I had in the meantime.

Jung-eun's POV:

I smirked proudly knowing that she's checking me out. It was soo fucking evident. I noticed how she wore my white shirt which hung low till her knees, gosh seeing her like this, in my dress always stirs something up in me. I can see her collar bones displayed perfectly cause the shirt was styled that way on her, or should I say she styled it that way.

She would be the death of me and I won't even complain about it.

Coming back to reality I noticed her still checking me out. If this was an anime genre I can imagine drool marks being drawn on her face. CUTE!

Jung-eun: So what are you doing here, and what the hell is wrong with your dress?

She just looked at me with a 'WTF BRUH' face which made me laugh internally. I love it when she gives me that look. A look which most of the girls don't put on since they want to carry themselves as an 'elegant woman'...

my foot!

Hae-won: What is wrong with my dress... yahhh it's yours only.

Jung-eun: I know it's mine shorty, I'm the one who gave you this. It s just that... it's short.

Hae-won: Dude it's not short and wtf I'm not short either! So don't call me shortie! What will I do if you're tall? I'm considered tall among my female friends.

Well yeah, she is tall among her friends but I still love to irritate her by calling her a shortie. She's just perfect for me even in height. She always reached my chest when she hugs me. I feel soo warm and happy whenever I hug her. She makes me feel things I've never felt before.

Jung-eun: Whatever miss 'SHORTIE', you're shorter than me so... I will call you shortieeeee!

She huffed in annoyance making my inner self coo at her cuteness.

Hae-won: Why are you soo annoying and what did you say... this shirt is short? Dude, it's perfectly fine, I also wore denim shorts underneath this.

She suddenly lifted her shirt to show me that she is wearing that so-called denim shorts of her's. That alone made my insides churn. I swiftly walked my way towards her and held her hands down making her lose her grip on the shirt.

Jung-eun: Gosh okay... There's no need to prove you're wearing denim shorts underneath by lifting the shirt halfway.

She was staring at me with blush dusted on her cheeks making me realize the position we were in. I was holding her hands together with my left hand while my right held her waist.

It's crazy how her eyes sparkle every time she looks at me. This alone made makes me feel assured every time I stress about losing her.

I can feel the heat rush towards my face making my lips part and suck in some air to keep myself stable in this condition.

We both never broke eye contact and that alone drove me insane. The amount of eye contact we have is no joke. Sometimes there's no need for a verbal conversation, we can understand each other with just a look.

My whole body felt hot and I felt my pant tighten seeing her wetting her lips while her eyesight sifted between my eyes and my lips. The tension between us right now is unexplainable.

My gaze was also shifting between her eyes and her lips, deciding whether to give in or not. Cause I don't want to ruin what we have left. I want her in my life. I never want to lose her.

I slowly leaned forward unconsciously checking her reaction. But she was only staring at my lips making me understand that she's not against it.

Praying to God I fully leaned forward making my lips touch her's...

FINALLY.

This was something I had thought years back, when she first entered my room and the time we both fell on the floor playing games, laughing our assess off. She looked so ethereal then and she does now too!

The feeling was totally different, I felt as if my life is gonna go in a second but I still wanted to continue. I pecked her lips at first and pulled back a little to see her opening her eyes, staring at me. Her eyes said it all, I leaned forward but this time I tilted my head and let go of her hands. I held her as close as I can. Her hands automatically reached my nape and brush my hair as if it was her instincts. All these happened in less than a second.

Our lips moulded perfectly together as if we were two pieces of the same treasure map that found their way in the end after all the obstacles. It was mesmerizing. The very fact that she responded to the kiss made my breath hitch. I held her neck with my right hand while my left held her head. Our lip movements synched soo well.

My tongue met her lips making her give way to my tongues' plea, I deepened the kiss making us both moan into each other's mouth when our tongues came in contact with each other. I felt her wet muscle over mine making me go berserk. Our tongues moved in synch, exploring each other's wet cavern, taking in huffs of breath through the nostrils, making it hard to breathe due to the overwhelming desire and this made me feel light-headed. We retreated back a little and eagerly took a deep breath. Our faces were flushed pink as if we're having a fever. I rested my forehead on hers as we both looked at each other's eyes without uttering a single word. My mind was capturing her appearance right now, filling my memory with this magical moment... With my love,

MY WOMAN!