Jungwoo has gotten up even earlier the next day. He couldn’t stop thinking about The Kiss he had with Lucas last night. Yes, The Kiss with capital T and K. It was intentional, consciously done by the one and only Lucas. If Jungwoo recalled the occurrence, he’d do the repetitive self-body throwing and rolling on the bed, just like what he did— for so many times— since he dashed leaving Lucas at the front yard and confined himself inside his bedroom.

What the hell he was thinking?

Jungwoo probably won’t stop questioning that for God knows how many, whereas this morning he didn’t wish to see an inch of Lucas’ feature any sooner, especially at the latter’s damned lips. What already happened has continuously given Jungwoo a weird sensation inside his stomach, as he sensed it was no longer butterflies and could be something much greater.

If truth be told, it was not indeed Jungwoo’s first kiss. He did have experience around a year ago when in one rare weekend, Jaehyun forced him to go out and come to meet some of the older’s friends. Back at the time, the gathering ended up with them hanging out in Jaehyun’s good friend place named Doyoung. Maybe there was alcohol included in the small house party as Jungwoo was dared to kiss the housemaster toward the end. Doyoung was a good-looking guy, super well-mannered and he wasn’t a bad kisser either. However, Jungwoo didn’t have feelings to Doyoung just like what he had toward Lucas in present. The feeling which began to be very consuming, sometimes Jungwoo kept being hard at himself, having his point clear that Lucas would be leaving by the end of this week and nothing he could do about it.

Nevertheless, Jungwoo would be losing his mind if he kept thinking of how sweet, delicate and luscious lips that Lucas had… For God’s sake, Jungwoo knew he was so in trouble for being whipped.

After doing some cleansing and brushing his teeth, Jungwoo was back occupying his mattress just in time when his mother came to check on her son.

“Morning, honey!” the beautiful older woman perceived Jungwoo was curling up inside his duvet. Then, she moved toward him by the bed. “Are you not feeling well?”

His mother put a palm on his forehead as he squirmed, going even deeper into the layer. “Maybe.” He muttered and the mother was examining.

“Interesting,” his mom said. “Your body temperature seems fine.”

Jungwoo had hoped his mother didn’t go further by observing his reddened face. Not because fever obviously, as he couldn’t get the image of chewing Lucas’ lips out of his head.

“Is there something wrong?”

He disclosed his frontage from the comforter to grasp the worrying look provided by his beautiful mother. Oh, how Jungwoo wished he could share this kind of stuff easily to his mother and he didn’t need to cause her concerned.

“No, mom… It’s okay.” Jungwoo ensured with a beam. “I’m fine.”

Although his mother was still having the curious expression, yet it seemed she restrained and leaned in to peck the son’s crown. “See you later, honey.”

“See you mom and be careful!”

Jungwoo waved as the mother departed from his room and soon he was curling up, again, inside the bedding.

Around half hour later, someone was knocking Jungwoo’s door. The only person remained inside his house none other than this particular one. He shifted into the bedside table and wrapped his fully-clothed body with the comforter, ahead to say, “Come in.”

Lucas peeped into the space through the opened door and instinctively approaching, when he saw Jungwoo hasn’t budge on the bed. “You okay?”

Jungwoo hummed in low voice and was intending to close his eyes. However, withdrawing when Lucas checked on him, in advance the latter was settling by the hardwood floor.

“I’m okay… I just need more sleep.” He mumbled, head still against the pillow. Unsealing the view once more, the other was on the same eye level as him.

Damn it, how could he look breathtaking even early in the morning?

Lucas rested his chin to the edge of Jungwoo’s bed, both hands folded as supporter, distanced a couple inches from the laying boy.

Jungwoo had no idea of what he could do. He probably was getting used of having such proximity to Lucas. Didn’t mean he would be at ease whenever this has occurred. “What?” then he asked the other who presently conveyed him a smile.

“Nope.” Lucas grinned as he unconsciously brushed Jungwoo’s hair. Much to his surprise, was well received by Jungwoo and no repel has been attempted. “Just admiring how beautiful you are, even after you woke up.”

There’s the thing about stuff Lucas said. It was supposed to be beyond ordinary and cheesy, yet it still caused Jungwoo sensed the pit of his abdominal being curled. In some way, Jungwoo had foolishly wanted to believe the other was sincere. Although there’s a chance he maybe was, but then again Jungwoo must be hard to himself since his situation with Lucas would end in jiffy.

Jungwoo’s stare dropped to a certain part of Lucas’ face, once the latter started conversing.

“Let’s have lunch with my friends.” He expressed with another beaming.

The paler flickered before biting his lower lip. “Your friends? You mean Mark?”

“Yeah,” Lucas nodded, eyes still fixing the same way Jungwoo did. “Mark is basically the only person I know well who lives here, but there’s someone else who wants to meet—”

Never did Jungwoo thought of making the first move. On contrary, the way Lucas talked with his luscious lips moving— while placed so close to him— triggered his sudden urge and resulted to set there his own.

Lucas was taken aback when Jungwoo landed the soft lips on his. Anyhow, he was the one to do the opening as Jungwoo grabbed his nape, lifting his own head and lying flat on the mattress. Lucas was just sitting there, receiving and enjoying how Jungwoo kept the slow but sure pace.

Jungwoo should’ve known by then, kissing Lucas would be so, so good.

Too good that he decided to put his palms on both sides of Lucas’ face, proceeding his full control. In between their catch of breath, Jungwoo grasped Lucas’ smile and then hovered the lips over his once more. They stayed in that position for quite a while, shoving tongue against one another and had their saliva exchange through each mouth, subsequent to Jungwoo pulled away first.

He noticed of how swollen the other’s lips were as his must be in addition.

Lucas blinked a couple times after fully opening the view, catching the sight of Jungwoo who was locking his gaze at him. “If this is how you appreciate the kiss I gave last night… Then, I’ll do it again to be supportive.”

Jungwoo scoffed as he reverted to his site and ready to take the delayed nap. “I’ll be downstairs an hour before lunchtime… Please close the door when you leave.”

Lucas raised an eyebrow and hitherto, sustained his own head still leaning on the bed’s edge. “I’ll stay and stare when you do your beauty sleep.”

“Stop saying nice things.” Jungwoo uttered, already having his eyes closed.

“Jungwoo,” Lucas whispered. “We’re both alone in the house and here in your bedroom. If my intention isn’t good, all I’m gonna do is surely not just staring at you.”

Jungwoo knitted his eyebrows, as in having mental battle within. Stuff Lucas said has sounded so honest and began to overcome him. Jungwoo admitted then he was scared, because Lucas was here only a week and supposedly not wanting any a