themedicalscholar: Hey guys, it's your author again. You guys don't know how fun this chapter was for me to write, seriously. I think this chapter is playful, kind of y and I think it shows how much they are compatible for each other. Anyways, @GreenBlood, I can't really write POVs since it's written in s/he, but I tried to make it revolve around Kwang Soo as much as possible. @riasugesti, I know that the 'adorkable' charm of Kwang Soo is a trait, but I'm trying to make him look as y as possible in this one. And @vanflamighty, did you listen to He'll Do Well Anyway? I hope you liked it tho, since I think it's the best track in the 2002 vol. 1 album.

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And so they dated. Since she has not told the press yet that Lee Dong Wook and her are over, they decided to keep it in the down low. Dates were done at his home, as she spends most of her time there. But it was nice, wrapped in each others arm - feeling safer than ever. Matching heats, his lips were on hers. Somehow Lee Kwang Soo thought this was a dream, a dream he doesn't want to end at all. His eyes were always on her, she's wearing her oversized shirt that made it look like a long dress. She spent the night, for the first time since the drunk-night-stand, and all he could think about it how y she looked, and how beautiful she is, wrapped in sheets. He woke up with his hair all riled up, and he picked up the shorts on the floor. Since it's cold, he took the shirt too and wore it as he went out of the room. 

'Good morning.' She greeted him, leaning on the counter. Her hair is a mess, and her lips still stained with last night's lipstick. 

'Good morning, noona.' He answers, sitting on the counter. He didn't feel llike eating, quite the contrary, he felt the fullest now she's here. 'How did you sleep?' He asked. 

'Splendidly. Haven't gotten a good sleep in a very long time.' 

He merely stared at her, while she's talking. He thought, 'wow, what did I do to deserve this?' 

'What is it?' She asked. 

'What is what?' 

'You're staring at me.' 

'Why wouldn't I be? You're beautiful.' 

She could feel herself getting red. That morning felt different, it didn't feel the same as it did before. She felt as if time stopped, and she wanted it to be in pause. He kept her close, and he touched her hair, slowly playing it in between his fingers. 

'What are you thinking about, noona?' He had asked.

'You, I'm thinking about you.' She says. 

'Why?' 

'I am wondering about a lot of things. How long will this last? How long will you be in love with me? How long will I be in love with you? Things like that. I don't know how futile, this life can be actually.' She says. 'But right now, I'm not worried about any of those.' She answers. 

'I hope this lasts, I'd want you to change for the better, but still stay the same.' He says. 

She leans in and surely, the kisses feel the same. Her lips taste like coffee and toothpaste, but he didn't care. He was kissing his noona, the one that he needed the most. His hands is circling her back, she sits on his lap. Silently, in the morning sunlight, they were devouring each other, missing each other for the most. Her hand is in his, he wonders what did he do to have someone that he loves, loves him back. Song Ji Hyo under the sheets, smiling at him; Song Ji Hyo cooking breakfast and his arms wrapped around her waist while she cooks; Song Ji Hyo brushing her teeth in the bathroom; pushing her hair back and hanging it behind her ear. 

All of that makes Song Ji Hyo herself, made him like her even more. 

'When are you going to stop calling me noona?' She asked, while they were watching TV. Her head is on his lap, his big hand placed on her head. 

'You don't like it?' He asked. 

'I like it, of course I do, but isn't it a bit weird when we're dating?' 

'We're dating?' 

She slapped his chest lightly. 

'Kidding, kidding.' He says. 'I don't know, that's all I have ever called you. And I like calling you noona.' He says. 

She smiles. 'Should I call you oppa, then?' 

He looks down and meets her eyes, he closes his mouth with the palm of his hand. 'No, noona, I'll get embarrassed.' Even then, he was already embarrassed, his ears lit in red like a tomato. 

'Kwang Soo-oppa?' She calls him. 

'Stop it, noona.' 

She smiles, looking at him blush. This was nice, it was comfortable. So comfortable that she felt like living here. But she knew, it was too early for that. 'Kwang Soo-ssi.' She calls her.

'What is it, noona?' 

'Kiss me.' 

He chuckles. 'What are you talking about noona?' He says. 

'I am asking you to kiss me.' She says, seriously. 

'Why?' 

'Because I want you to.' 

She hops onto him, sitting on his lap and he could feel himself getting warmer by the second, but he knew he had to keep his cool. She kisses his cheek, the first one and then the other one. It drops to his neck, then her lips were placed on his collarbone. 

'Noona, you're making me red.'  He says. 

'That's why I'm aiming for.' She says, then she went for the corner of his lips. 

'That's it, noona.' Abruptly, he picks her up, slinging it on his shoulders. He walks away from the sofa and leaves the living room - to the bedroom.