As I woke up I find myself tucked inside the blankets, body is naked underneath it. I look to my side and Kihyun is no where to be seen. I pull off the blanket and saw something shiny on my ring finger. Fuck it! It's not a dream. I'm fucking engaged with Yoo Cocky Kihyun.

I stood up from the bed and look for my undergarments that Kihyun randomly threw last night. Once I found it I slipped into one of his enlarge shirt, tying my hair up into a bun. Then I smell something from the kitchen. I went down only to find Kihyun cooking something.

I spoke gaining his attention. He turn around, letting a low whistle slipped from his mouth as his eyes landed on me.

he walks forward burying his face on the crook of my neck. he said still his face buried against the crook of my neck. Then I heard him sniffing, I dig my fingers into his soft locks and asked him what he's doing.

he asked still sniffing my neck.

” I said as I tried to push him away. He hug me tighter.

he whined then I felt him licking my neck biting it. I pushed him away slightly, avoiding to hurt him.

” I said as I pulled the collar of my the shirt I'm wearing revealing my collarbone to him.

” he smirked and continue cooking. I hug him from above and let him see my hand.

he asked. Turning to his right side to plant a kiss on the side of my head, nodding telling him that I love it.

I laughed.

he asked and I shook my head no.

I response and he hummed in response.

he asked then blushed creep on my face. I do love his proposal but I was fucking shy to admit that I love seeing him fucking me. he laughed and he earn a pinched from me.

he laughed. he explained.

he said turning off the stove and walk towards me. His face gradually came near at me, for a kiss but I put a finger in front of his lips stopping him.

he whined.

I said as I made my way to sit at the isle.

he said wrapping his arm around my waist. He was about to kiss me when he was interrupt with my phone ringing.

I smile at him and made my way upstairs, seeing my phone ringing with the caller ID “Song Minho”. At first I was wondering why he's calling me by I suddenly remembered that the twins are with them. It was not really a call but a video call. I answer the call, revealing the twins.

they both said waving at me.

I asked them as I made my way downstairs.

Kihyun asked as he peeked on my phone screen.

the twins smiled waving at Kihyun.

Kihyun waved back at them he asked receiving a nod from the twins. he asked.

The twins said.

Jihyun suddenly asked.

Kihyun said.

The twins asked. I nodded and show them the ring Kihyun gave me.

Jihyun called Aunt Hyeri and Minho but I told them not to tell them yet and they both nodded. Promised that they'll not tell them yet before ending call. The twins are so excited about the marriage yet I'm nervous. Kihyun haven't told his family yet.

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It was already noon and we're just here at his bed.

I asked as my arm wrapped around his waist.

he response

I asked looking up at him.

he said as he planted a kiss against my forehead. I look up at him and saw him crunching his nose.

I asked him.

he stood up from bed. He was about to get out of the bedroom when his phone rang. I overheard the conversation at his phone. They're talking about the party once we get back tomorrow. He went out of the bedroom heading downstairs. What party are they talking about?

Because of curiosity, I went downstairs to check up on Kihyun. I found him sitting on the couch eating.

I innocently asked, curiosity peaked once I finally settled on the couch beside him.

Kihyun looked up from the worn down Tupperware he was eating from. His words came out muffled, smothered in rice and noodles as a few stray pieces of chicken slipped out. His cheeks were puffed out, I watched him try to swallow his mouthful before attempting to talk again.

Scoffing, I reach forward and let Kihyun feed me a fork-full of his soggy noodles. Chewing thoughtfully before speaking.

I couldn’t help but feel my voice strain at the accusation.

Kihyun looked at me, almost scornfully. His attitude waning from cocky and smooth to spiteful and stinging. It hurt me more than I wanted to lead on, but I couldn’t help as my volume increased with every syllable I spoke.

He sighed, his soft hair draping down in a small curtain over his gleaming skin. I hated how my finger itched to sweep it back and expose the polished marble underneath.

he whispered, breathless and pleading. His eyes matched the vulnerability his voice exposed, an emotion clearly raw and unused.