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Mmhmph  , please ...please...Fuck~ ah....your so good~

She woke up.

A fucking wet dream. I hope he didn't hear anything.

She was met with very familiar eyes staring right at her. Why did she agree to share a bed with him again?

Wait...she didn’t even agree to that, he was to sleep on the bean bag.

Her heart skipped a beat at his intense stare. "Stop making sounds in your sleep, you deadass woke me up"  He said, but he had a blush on his cheeks. What does he mean sounds??

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The rest of their day went on without much confrontation with each other. Their parents weren't home and Ni-ki refused to go back home, so he basically lives with them. The only problem today was that he couldn't get his eyes off Hyeon ju.

He trailed her from head to toe, checking her out with a slight smirk on his face. His thoughts and desired were getting over him, he imagined every possible scenario with her—she did the same just not openly.

He walked over to her closing up behind her closely—too close. She felt his breath close to her neck and turned around to be greeted with two lustrous eyes. He just stared , moved no inch away.

“You gonna keep staring, or do you want something?” she asked, tilting her head with a smirk.

He leaned his arms on the counter behind her, trapping her there. His eyes shamelessly dragging over her. “Just wondering how long you’re gonna pretend you don’t like it.”

Her breath hitched for half a second—barely noticeable, but he caught it. He always did. Just like he noticed the way she squared her shoulders, as if bracing herself, the way her fingers twitched like she wanted to reach for him but refused to give in.

“You think a few stolen glances and sharp words mean something?"

He chuckled, low and knowing. “Oh, sweetheart.” His fingers ghosted over her waist, not quite touching, but close enough to send a shiver up her spine. “You and I both know it means everything.”

She hated how easily he got under her skin, how every teasing remark felt like the prelude to something far more dangerous. But she loved pushing back, watching his jaw tighten when she got the upper hand, the way his eyes darkened when she leaned in just enough to make him think—just for a second—that she might close the distance.

It was a game. A wicked, slow-burning game. And neither of them ever really wanted to win.

She controlled her breathing just enough before snaking her way out of his trap.

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