“Jiyong!” I breathe in my bed as his fingers dance over my sides tickling me. “Stop!” Trying to push his ever so talented hands away, but ending in failure.

Sitting next to me while holding me down smiling he says. “Sorry?” Pretending not to have heard me.

My sides hurt from laughing so much, my cheeks from smiling, and my heart from liking him far too much for my own good. “Stop please!” I try still giggling.

After what seems like forever he stops while leaning down letting me catch my breath. “I’m sorry Mel, I couldn’t help.” He says kissing me happily. “Your laugh is addictive.”

I smirk capturing his lips again before abruptly letting go pouting he whines. “Melissa!”

“Your lips are addictive.” I muster out. “Really addictive.”

Sighing he gets off me to lie next to me, while taking my hand in his. “How did the interview go?”

Smiling while looking over at him I chuckle. “Pretty good, they said they’ll get back to me.”

“Is finding a job that hard?” He asks me.

Sighing I shrug my shoulders. “It wasn’t before, but who knows.”

It wasn’t before as in, pre-Jiyong, pre-dating, pre-making it official.

Watching him run a hand through his hair I find my hand going right through after his, giving me a curious look I answer. “I’ve always wanted to do this.” I say playing with his hair, soft and sort of fluffy.

Chucking he smiles. “I have an interview tomorrow.”
“Do you?” I ask him still messing with his hair.

He nods. “I’d like you to come; they want to ask us questions.”

Staring at him I sigh. “M’kay.”

He chuckles. “You don’t have to.”

“But you want me there so I’ll go.” I tell him smiling. “I don’t want everyone thinking you made me up.” I joke lightly.

“Because I have the imagination to come up with someone like you.” He whispers into my ear. “I can’t dream up angels no matter how much I try.”

“Stop it.” I mutter kissing his cheek. “I’m getting my hair cut.” I say suddenly.

He stares at me with questioning eyes. “I like you hair.”

“I do, but it’s getting too long.” I tell him looking at it. “Way too long.”

“How short, what style?”

Chuckling at him I sigh “Much shorter, I don’t know.”

He sighs looking at me, “Why so suddenly?”

“I was going to ask if you wanted to come, but if you’re too caught up—” He cuts me off.

“I’ll come.”

Chuckling I climb out of bed, still a bit sore. “Jiyongg” I whine. “You said you’d be gentle!”

Smirking at me while following me he sighs. “I tried my best to be gentle.”

Hitting him playfully I go to my closest “Will you—” I ask turning to see him holding my bra and already.

“I like these ones the most.” Jiyong declares happily.

Slipping them on while gets his boxers on I pick out a pair of skinny jeans and a regular shirt pulling out a pair of flats to wear while Jiyong pulls a pair of jeans and shirt on.

Smiling at him I watch as he struggles to get his jeans zipped, walking over casually I bat his hands away, zipping them for him. “Those pesky zippers?” I ask him smirking.

He kisses my forehead. “Thank-you.”

I just nod my head in response as I pull on my own clothes ready to go out for my hair cut.

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