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It was nearing midnight when Jiseol was about to head to bed. She finished her night routine and was about to take the bedcovers off when her room door swung open. "Who the f-"
"Oi, what are you doing?" She hesitantly asked as she saw Yunho take quick strides towards her with a serious expression. The lass was about to ask again only for a yelp to come out.
He pushed her on the bed and got on top, his breath fanning over her face. "Y-Yunho....what are you-"
"Do you like this, Jiseol? Do you like it when I'm on top of you? Do I make your heart race? Do I make you feel small?" For the first time in years, Yunho rose his voice at her. He was never one to lash out anger — or whatever this is — on anyone so when he does, it never fails to frighten Jiseol.
Her throat went dry; what is he trying to do? What is trying to propose? Everything felt too close at the moment. His arms on the side of her head, his breath that fanned her face, his soulful eyes that bore onto hers and his body that was barely propped up by his elbows and knees.
"N-No...?"
Yunho narrowed his eyes before finally getting off. "Exactly, now stop bothering me about getting back together because we're just friends and that's that."
"Wait, Yunho!" He then turned his back on her to leave, sighing as her protests rang through his ears.
But oh no, her heart did beat slightly faster. But he doesn't need to know that, does he? For whatever reason it may be; if it was because of the tension Yunho created or because of how close he was moments ago, it was for sure about to bother her for the rest of the night.
She sat there and furrowed her brows. She only pestered him about it that one morning and didn't bring it up again so why did he tell her to stop bothering him about it? After that incident, he barely even looked her way and kept conversations short and brief with her.
Yunho on the other hand could only huff in distress as he gripped his light pink hair with both hands, almost wanting to rip them out. Ever since that morning, he could barely get any sleep because the memory would be the only thing in his head for the whole night. Should they really get back together?
But what he didn't know was that Jiseol was about to experience the same thing. The lass tossed and turned on her bed for the nth time that night. The events from earlier replayed in her head again and again. She cussed and covered her ears with her hands as if it would help with stopping the resonating words of Yunho.
