"I love you," He repeated, making my red cheeks burn. He pulled away from me, and gave me a serious look.

"You're..." I breathed, "Not kidding..."

"I wouldn't kid about something like this," Junhyung defended, and tightened his grip around my waist.

He wanted me to answer, he waited anxiously for my answer.

"When I first met you, you weren't my bias," I started, and he frowned, "But then...you're a really fun person to be around, and a pretty darn cute guy."

"Really," Junhyung sighed, "Could you just get to the point?"

I chuckled and smirked, "If I did that, it wouldn't be no fun, would it?"

"You make things more complicated than it needs to be," He smiled, kissing me on the cheek, "But I guess I love it."

"You have to love me," I pout, "A-and don't do that..."

"Do what?" He asked.

"The kissing!" I answer, "I-it's embarrassing..."

"Embarrassing?" Junhyung feigned fake hurt, pouting and whining, "But I need to show you I love you."

"You already told me," I say, "Unless your bipolar, there's no need."

"I'll get you," He laughed as I lightly smack him when he kissed me again, "Just watch."

"Wha—"

"Now leave, I need my sleep."

"What?!"

"I said I need my sleep."

"So much for the love," I stick my tongue at him as he chuckled and laid back in bed. Before leaving, I smiled to myself, then shut the door behind me.

"He loves me..."