CHAPTER 20

HAN JIHAN

       I look up at him wide-eyed, my hands clenching over the wooden door as blood rushes hot to my cheeks. Jungho towers over me, blue eyes hopeful as they glance down at me. "Please."

        I exhale shakily before taking a step back and making enough room for him to get inside through the creek.

       What the hell am I doing? 

       He closes the door behind him and walks toward me. With every step he takes, I keep walking backward until he halts in his movement with a hoarse chuckle. "I mean no harm, omega." My head's suddenly as weighing as a massive rock. It weighs me down, making me surrender and bare my throat at the mere word he said— omega— all at once. I lift my head up like a mighty warrior, but all my demeanor falls off when my eyes find his. And I melt. 

        God. . .

        I'm drowning, drowning in those yale blue eyes. 

       "I want to take a cig, is that okay?" 

       "You smoke?" 

       "Unfortunately, yes." laughing, his eyes train on the wide window across my bed. It's now that I realize I didn't close it. It's not like I was here to close it in the first place. He waves a hand toward it, "Got this huge window in exchange for a balcony?" if I didn't know him better I would have thought it was out of arrogance he dare to ask that. But his eyes are gentle and innocent. And I can understand it's out of curiosity, not arrogance.  

       "huh, no." I move forward, hands reaching out, and my fingers touch his wrist as they mold on it. I pull at his hand, my eyes are too stubborn to even look away from him. 

        He enhances me. . .

        He stares down at me as I stand still for a minute before turning over and walking to the corner of my room with his wrist in my hand. My palms tingle the exact way my chest does, but I ignore it or at least I try, it's still very much there. I let go of his wrist and got on the little stool steps to move the glass slab on the ceiling. 

       A cool breeze leaves a gentle kiss on my face in a warm welcome as I stick my head out into the night. The pleasant scent of jasmine embraces my senses, like always. I love this, love it up here. This is a place that I keep for all to myself. I rarely had someone up here. And now, I don't have enough time to search my insides to find a fair excuse for my motive to let him in a place that's so intimate to me. Because Jungho's hand is on my calf, his thump traces my skin above the fabric of my silk pajama pants— one in many his mom had sent me when I fell sick, wishing for my better health. 

       I deterred my gaze from the starry night sky down to his hand resting on my leg. It stops in its movement when my gaze falls on it, but he still keeps it there. "What's up in there?" He whispers as if he doesn't want the sound to break our closeness. 

       "Why don't you go up there and find it by yourself?" 

       "You let me?"

       "Why should I be in this standpoint if I won't?" 

        "I wonder where my shy, and sacred little Jihan goes." His beautiful yale blue eyes hold a playful glint in them, a genuine one. 

         "I wonder, too, when did he become yours." My eyes drag back to the darkness of the night. And I start to push my body out of the slab, plopping my knees on the top. I pat my hands and watch him climb up, easier and faster than me. 

         "Got this instead for a balcony," I tell him, the wind carrying my words to his ears. He tosses me a smile and plops on the roof, eyes up on the little stars that painted the sky alluringly. 

         "It's…amazing." 

         "It is…" His wide eyes are fascinated as he searches the endless sky stretching above us. And my eyes can't abandon him, his beauty. 

        God, I need to stop this. 

        He stretches his left leg out, it's long, okay, that doesn't even matter now. I watch him yank a pack of cigarettes and take one out, and hold it with his teeth. A hand goes inside the pocket once again as it surfaces with a lighter in it. His eyes move and catch me staring, the crook of his lips twitch upward and all the blood in my veins decides to rush to my cheeks, painting them scarlet with heat. 

        Jungho looks divine and sinful all at once, smiling with a cigarette between his teeth. I suck in a lungful of air and drag my eyes away from his. 

       A throaty chuckle evades his pink lips, and strikes right through me, making me swirl my head toward him in a flash like I've been waiting for an alibi to gawk at him and to drown in his blue eyes. 

      "What?" 

      "Your face, it's so red." 

       "And you find it funny?" I cocks an eyebrow. We're sitting a few feets away from each other but I can still make out him pressing his lips together in an attempt to quell a laugh. I couldn't have helped the smile that stretched my lips, but I can look away and hide it in my shoulder.