Shutting off the faucet, he slid open the shower curtains as he blindly grabbed a towel through the steam. Drying himself, he slipped on a pair of pants and lazily dried his hair before giving up and leaving the towel around his neck. He wiped the mirror down and stared at his reflection, messing with his hair for two seconds, before he decided to step out of the bathroom. There, lying on his bed, was the woman he loved. She was laying on her back with one leg crossed over the other and a magazine in her hand. She looked so innocent, but the way her top hiked up her slim stomach was so terribly tempting for Jongin.   "Done showering?" Yejin looked up at him.   Nodding, he made his way towards her and pulled the magazine from her hands as he hovered over her. She made a face as drops of water from his wet hair fell on her face, "Jongin, your hair."   "Dry it for me," he lightly kissed her jaw.   "You're so lazy," she sighed though a smile was obvious on her lips. She took the towel from around his neck and gently scrunched and tousled his hair. Her gaze was soft as she focused on his hair and her voice was gentle, "This is why you're always getting sick. You keep letting your hair air dry when it's freezing outside."   Smiling, he pecked her lips, "But you'll always be here to take care of me, so I don't need to worry."   She forced a small smile and lightly slapped his stomach, "And you need to wear warmer clothes instead of walking around half ."   "Too tempting?" he guessed with an eyebrow playfully raised.   "Jongin, go away," she rolled her eyes and pushed him back.   Taking her hands, he held them against the blankets and slowly shook his head with a tender smile, "Never. I'm never going away. I'm never leaving you, Yena, so don't push me away."   "Jongin," she softly mumbled, touched.   He smiled and lazily kissed her, "Too sweet?"   "No, just a little cheesy," she mumbled against his lips.   Laughing, he pulled back and stood up before pulling her along with him and grabbing a shirt, "Come on, let's go watch a movie. If we stay in here any longer, I'm gonna end up eating you."   Chuckling, she followed him as he pulled her into the kitchen and they mixed all the snacks they bought earlier together. They dumped the popcorn and chocolate-covered pretzels into one bowl along with a few candies. She brought over a tray of cookies as he carried the drinks and the movie. He sat down on the furthest end of the couch as she turned off all the lights and nestled into his arms, pulling a warm blanket over them as the movie began.   As the movie rolled on, Jongin lightly played with her fingers as he watched the movie. He spun the silver band on her finger, a habit he's developed since meeting her, and once in a while stole her lips for a kiss as if to reassure himself that she were still here.   Yejin continuously checked the time, guilt building up inside of her. The later it got, the guiltier she felt. She shouldn't even be feeling this way, but she couldn't help it. Her conscience was shouting at her, telling her that what she was doing was wrong–leading him on was wrong, being with him was wrong, everything was wrong.   "Yejin," Jongin softly called.   "Mm," she slightly turned to face him.   Wordlessly gazing at her face, Jongin let a hand caress her cheek before turning her to fully face him and capture her lips. With an arm wrapped around her waist, he held her tight and close as his other hand cradled the back of her head. Her hands were planted against his chest as she knelt between his legs and tenderly kissed him. Moving her hands so that they wrapped around his neck and her fingers in his hair, he carefully laid her against the couch.   "I thought we came out here so that you wouldn't eat me," she panted.   "Hush," he smiled and captured her lips once more. His hand easily made its way up her loose shirt and yearningly squeezed her side as his other hand supported h