]

I take a look at the picture he sent me but see a small teddy bear that is not even bigger than the palm of his hand.

[ what's that? >

[ 😂 >

[ you're a baby >

[ my baby is y/n >

[ cant understand a thing you said, I only speak English bro but she's my baby as I said:) >

[ why do you like hurting me? >

[ I'm going to bed. >

I lock my phone after getting this excuse to leave, and I drop it on my bedside table, stretch, and let out the satisfaction without caring about how moany I sound since Chiwon is out with his friends.

I switch all the lights off and cover my body with my blanket, and I turn on my right to face the wall and go to sleep.

- Next day -

I sit down at a table to finally chill and eat lunch with my best friends, and I put my tray down on it. Hojun sits on my left, and Kimoon goes right in front of us as always.

"I forgot to ask you, but where are you going to go with y/n tonight?" Kimoon's curiosity appears out of the blue, and I chew on what I have in my mouth before answering. "Nothing...She's visiting her parents this weekend."

"Oh," he eats some of the rice he took, and Hojun joins the conversation, but with his mouth full. "So sad..." the sarcasm runs through his breath, and my eyes land on him. "Shut up."

He smirks but keeps on eating, and I get distracted very quickly by the vibration of my phone in a pocket of my trousers. I hurry to check what this is, hoping for it to be a message from y/n.

My expectations drop to the ground once I see who the text is from.

I open the photo, no matter how much disappointment I feel, and I lean back on my chair in case this might be a nude.

I check the photo for the second time after reading the text but heave a sigh.

"Damn," Hojun does not mind his own business but behaves like a nosy guy who does not know what privacy is, and he inches even closer to have a better sight of the picture. "Big boobs and thick thighs. Who's that?"

"Just a girl I sometimes chat with," I raise my eyebrows and leave the application to not even waste my time. I thought she was different from all those girls who only want dick, but I guess I was wrong. "Just a girl? Hm. I wish 'just some girls' would send me mirror pics of them with such a deep cleavage and short skirt too."

"I wish they would do something else other than always sending me those and believing I'll like it," I tell him my real opinion on this, already anticipating Kimoon's reaction, even though he is remaining quiet for now. "What do you expect? You post hot pics, so obviously, you're only gonna get some thirsty girls who want nothing but dick."

"I don't post that only, I like pretty pics as well," I defend a point that should not even be brought up since I know most of my followers are there for my shirtless selfies. "Yeah. As if that was the interesting stuff for them. Take a look at the likes you get on simple posts, then the ones you get on your body pics, you'll see how much they like your pretty and innocent content."

I do not try to say anything more since I know he is right, and I grab hold of my phone as soon as I see a text from y/n pop up on my screen.

I should lie in case she asks me if I want to go out with her.

[ No, why? Have you? >

[ Sure:D >

"I'm leaving, guys. I'm going out with y/n," I stand up and chew the rest of the food I have in my mouth. "Again?!" Hojun pretends to be bothered and jealous about it, but I just laugh and grab my bag to go.

[ I'm coming >

I walk out of the building right after sending the text, and I lay my eyes on where she should be waiting for me but already fall upon her and notice she is dressed almost like I am. A flannel that is similar, nearly identical to mine under a denim jacket, a white t-shirt for me but crop top for her, and a pair of mom jeans.

We are made for each other, that is the only explanation. The only one I want to hear.

"Hey," I smile at her, holding on the strap of my bag that is on my shoulder, and she turns towards me but looks me up and down as she must realize that we are matching. She returns the same expression and gazes into my eyes. "Hey, are you ready?"

"I always am," I nod, and she chuckles but leaves the campus to head to the Starbucks. "Why haven't you eaten anything? Are you sick?" I ask her, worried since she should feed herself. "I don't know, I just don't want anything, I'll eat something for dinner," she shrugs, not giving me a clear answer. She enters the coffee shop, and I follow her to the checkout but pass the order.

I do not ask for a coffee since I already drank one this morning, so I order two sprouted grain bagels, and a banana, and I peek at y/n. "What do you want?" I wait for her to pick a drink, and she decides to take a pink drink with creamy coconut milk. I pay for both of us, and finally, she does not complain or try to give me the money back. This is better like that.

Since we have to wait for everything to be done, we step aside together, and I cannot help questioning her.

"What's the pink drink?" I stick one hand in a pocket of my pants. "I don't know, I never ordered one, but it looks tasty so I wanted to try."

"Oh," I chuckle at this reason, but her eyes go down to my lips. "What did you do?" she frowns at the sight of the small injury, and I unconsciously touch it. "I think I bit my lip a bit too hard while sleeping, and I woke up with this."

"Ah...Does it often happen?" she does not mistrust my words, go my greatest relief, and shake my head. "No, but it already happened. I tend to clench my jaw when I sleep, I guess this has something to do with that. I don't know."

"Oh, I have that same problem, it's so damn annoying and painful sometimes that once you relax your jaw, you feel all the tension disappear, and it feels good," she relates to my feelings, and once again, we both share the same.

"See, again. We're soulmate, dammit..." I heave a sigh and roll my eyes and say it with irony to not seem weird, but she giggles and allows me to not be scared to joke about this. "You're dumb," she hits my torso and turns towards the counter once the man comes back with our order, but I move forth to grab the bag, and I let her get her drink.

"Do you want to drink here?" I do not go out yet but remain on my spot, and she takes a sip of her drink but agrees to this idea, so I look around us to head to an empty table and sit down with her.

However, despite what she told me, I take the bagels out of the bag and unwrap them, I spread one into two pieces, and I move one towards her mouth. "Taste this. I wanna know what you think."

She removes the straw from her lips and does not even refuses, she takes a bite and tries it.

"That's good," she swallows. "Do you want me to smash the banana and put it inside? Like this, you'll get something to eat for lunch that is healthy and not too heavy if that's what you wanted to avoid," I assume what I believe to be the reason for her to not eat since she is a girl, hoping for her to not misunderstand this.

She does not react like I wanted her to and stares at me without moving anymore.

"Are you low-key imlying that I need to lose weight?" the sound of this sentence shoots a bullet through my heart, and I already die for being so dumb. "No, no, no! That's really not what I meant, y/n. I swear. I just- You're a girl, and I know that a lot of you often skip meals to lose weight but act like it's just because you're not hungry, so I'm just worried and want to make sure you eat well," I do my best to correct this mistake. "I'm sorry if you understood this the wrong way. I swear you don't need to lose weight, your body's perfect the way it is," I slip a compliment through it that I might never be able to let out in a normal conversation.

A smile curves her lips up, but she puts the food down and sips on her drink. "It's okay, don't worry," she pretends to not be hurt or offended by my stupid sentence I should have worded differently, and the guilt eats me up. "Hey...no, I wanted you to eat something. I feel so bad right now. I'm sorry for being so dumb, I shouldn't have said it like that."

"Don't apologize, dummy. You didn't do anything wrong," she shows no problem with this, but the way she does it just exposes the lies through her words. "And you better not feel bad. Alright?"

"I am because I'm scared that I might have hurt you because I'm clumsy and cannot speak properly," I cannot keep it to myself but feel the need to apologize on repeat and make sure she knows she looks amazing. "Your body is gorgeous. Okay? I don't want you to think you have to lose weight, you shouldn't."

"Hey, I told you. I'm fine, don't worry like this," she reassures me when I am the one at fault for being a literal child. "Here, taste this drink," she brings the straw to my lips, so I part them and avoid the topic that she does not seem to want to talk about for longer.

I suck the cold liquid in to have the taste in my mouth for the first time, and I pull my lips apart from the plastic. "It's good," I do not glance away from her, thinking about the misunderstanding nonstop. "We can drink it together if you want."

"Don't you like it?" I eat a piece of the bagel. "I do, but we can share it."

"No, it's fine. I already drank a coffee this morning," I kindly refuse to let her have the whole cup, and I eat the snack I ordered, but I grab the one she left on the table and bring it to her mouth. "Eat, it's going to be wasted if you don't."

She takes it in her hand when I thought she would not want to eat anymore, and she bites into it again, drinking and eating at the same time.

•••

]

My heart skips a beat at the sight of nickname she used in her first text to address me when I just woke up from a very messy dream.

[ I wasn't sleeping, I was working very hard and didn't let myself get distracted :

I drop my phone next to me but pull the blanket lower to my abs to let my sweaty skin breathe, barely standing the frictions it causes over my hard-on. I try to take a moment for my heartbeat to slow down, still thinking about the dream and what was happening in it.

I do hate the fact that I wanted this to happen, but at the same time, I did not want it to because I am going to miss the feelings it gave to my entire body and mind.

Once I feel my phone vibrate, I take hold of it and try hard to not play the moment I was sharing with her in my head, without me even asking for it.

[ :) how are you doing? Is it not too hard to stand this Friday without me? >

[ I knew it but don't worry, we'll go out together next week >

[ 😙 >

[ 😙😙😙😙😙 >

]

[ do it, I don't care lmao >

[ That's not even true! They barely get a reply from me! >

[ I take it as a kiss, thanks

[ yes but that's a nap, I need sleep at night >

[ 😙😙 >

[ have a good night too >

[ I'm kissing your forehead then >

[ ALRIGHT! UNDERSTOOD! 😤 >

[ go to hell. >

Not receiving any more texts from her, I put my phone aside and rub my hands over my face, then my hair to pull it back. The lewd scenes coming back into my head, I sigh heavily, cover my face with my arms, and I live this dream again for a few seconds, feeling guilty it after texting her.

What would she think if she knew what I am doing a few seconds after talking to her? What happened when she thought about me and sent me a text?

This is wrong and so sinful, but it just felt so good, I want to go back into that dream and live everything all over again. Maybe at a faster pace, maybe more roughly than I was going at that moment.

I can recall every small detail of it, from the way she was clinging onto me and moaning in my ear so desperately while taking every thrust of my hips inside her, to the hard beating of my heart, the heat of our bodies, the feeling of her naked curves pressing onto mine as I could barely handle how amazing it was to be inside her, going back and forth and pounding her but holding her body still to make sure I would hit her weak spot on repeat.

Fuck.

Not handling the feelings in my chest and the lust it shoots through my veins, I roll on my right to have the wall in front of me, bury my face in the crook of my arm, and I slide my hand down to my crotch to release all the tension while having her on my mind.