"𝙏𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛, 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙩" Mr Jeon's word lingered on my skin and ignited me.
The feeling that comes when you know the risks, when you know one move and everything would go downhill, yet you're ready to risk...
A/n: this chapter makes me feel things in a way I can't explain to you guys! I still remember when I wrote this, I was like "damn Ammy, you did a great job!" And of course I remember the love and screams I got from you all when I posted this chapter on Wattpad before the book got deleted.
Play the song "high for this" by the Weeknd from the 'code red' playlist, for the men's washroom scene! Because this chapter deserves everything I'm keeping the goals a bit high, I trust you all. You all can do it, because the next chapter is what you all are waiting for.
Goals: 6.5k reads and 1k+ votes!
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I woke up with a headache that could literally make me walk to my grave at that moment.
I was still in my half-sleepy-hangovered state just then my mom entered my room with a bowl of soup.
When she kept the tray beside me on the bed the bell finally rang in my mind.
‘sleep with me tonight’
Is it possible to elope somewhere without getting into anyone's eyes, especially that man’s?
Probably not. And by the look of my mom's face I suddenly developed a fear that she knew what I did last night.
“You sneaked into your professor’s house last night with a bottle of whiskey? With my bottle of whiskey?” oh she knows.
But how did she get to know about it? Did she walk into my room when I was cuddling…
Oh no no no no…
I suddenly got reminded of his warmth over my skin when my mother was literally an inch away.
He cuddled with me. We cuddled. We slept. Together, On my bed.
I shouldn't, I knew I shouldn't but I started smiling like an idiot in front of my mother remembering last night and…
I kissed him on his cheeks! Fuck.
Again my delulu phase got switched with humiliation one, I held my hair in between my fingers and I wanted to scream but my mom was giving me one of those eyes, those that could definitely disown me. Definitely thinking I had gone nuts witnessing my switch of moods.
“How did you k-know?” I finally asked, taking a sip of the fresh hangover soup.
“Jungkook told me this morning and he asked me to make this soup for you as you were completely wasted last night.”
I felt something in my stomach and I was so sure of this new feeling. It was the infamous butterflies which were having a fucking zumba into my stomach.
