The sound of my phone vibrating on my nightstand woke me up.  I rolled over and made a grab for it when someone else’s hand wrapped around my wrist to stop my motion of answering the phone.  “Just let it go noona,” Jongup mumbled.

            I slowly lowered my hand, still watching my phone dance on the nightstand, my friends name flashing on the screen.  I knew Jongup was keeping me from answering it because he knew that she would only make me feel like crap.

            Jongup let go of my wrist and placed it around my waist.  He slowly pulled me in closer to his chest.  I could feel the ridges of his abs along my back.  I placed my hand on top of his and intertwined my fingers in with his. His soft lips pressed on the back of my neck.

            “Why do you want to torture yourself with their drama?” he asked.