✓ skirt lifter | hwang hyunjin

t w e n t y

c h a p t e r 20

A searing pain shot up my neck. Slowly, I sat up stirring awake. I groan from the pain as my face scrunches from the sunlight greeting me. I hissed, prying open my eyes. Momentarily, I panicked, seeing rows of table in front of me.

That's right. I remember that we had to camp out here. Upon recalling, I turn to look at the sleeping boy beside me. I took the moment to stare at him.

He had his head propped up on his right arm while his left extended over the table. The subtle rise and fall of his chest as he breathes took mine away. A few strands of his blonde hair fell over his eyes, framing his face beautifully. I hated how he still looked like he was posing for a commercial even when he was just sleeping. I blushed as I forced myself to look away but couldn't. I had this massive urge to push back his blonde hair.

As if the heavens were punishing me for being such a creep and staring at an unknowing boy, the sharp pain hits my neck once again. As my hands reach up to rub my neck, I notice the jacket draped over my shoulder. Hyunjin's jacket. I blushed once more, taking it off and draping it back to its owner.

I glanced at the clock hung by the wall. 6:00 AM. My head whipped towards the door anxiously, knowing that breakfast would be served soon.

I bit my lip as I turn back to Hyunjin. I poke his shoulder lightly. "Hey." I said in a small voice, not wanting to startle him.

He doesn't budge.

I poke his head. "Hey."

Nothing.

His back.

Nothing.

His cheek. "Wake up, dumba-"

My words were cut short when he held my hands and rested them both back on the table. With closed eyes he murmured. "Give me a minute."

I flushed as he gripped on my hand tighter. After what felt like an eternity, he sat up, my hands still in his.

"Your hands are cold." He mumbled, half-asleep. He sweep his hair up lazily.

I pried my hands away in embarrassment. Of what? I do not know. "Let's head back. It's almost 7." I stood up.

He followed shortly after stretching. We head towards the door, the cool breeze of the morning greeting us. I involuntarily shiver as I hugged myself.

"Shall I give you another hug?" Hyunjin stepped closer to me with a smirk.

"Don't even think about it."

I was really tempted to jump in his arms.

•••

"So, you and Hyunjin slept together?"

I choked on my own saliva by Seungmin's comment. I look at him in horror. "What?"

Bang Chan snickered. "What are you thinking about, Miso?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

I taped a rolled paper together, turning my back against them to hide the furious blush.