JESSICA 

"Jessica."

For the nth time, I ignored him trying to wake me up, but never succeeded. Well, sort of, I just didn't open my eyes since I was still sleepy. I remember I was so tired. 

"Jess," he tried shaking my arm, poking my cheek but I still didn't wake up though I was tempted to. But the thought of teasing him and see what he would do makes me curious. So I proceeded on pretending to be asleep.

I heard him sighed in frustration and I couldn't help but suppressed a smirk.  Yes, I still can't believe that it really happened, that we actually happen. It's still too early; we both know that and can't believe, too but we feel the same way possible for each other. And this is what I have been crazy about. 

There was nothing that I heard after his sigh, but surely I can feel him beside me. Because I was already too curious and a part of me was disappointed he gave up that fast, I slowly fluttered my eyes open. I was startled when I found him still lying on his side, staring at me with a perfect smile to greet me.

"Good morning," he murmured.

I couldn't help but return his smile. "Morning."

"Did you sleep well?"

I nodded. "Yeah, why won't I?"

Jiyong smirked that made me wonder why until he said it himself. "I was, well hmm, actually pinning you down."

"What?" my eyebrows raises in queries. "What do you mean?" I tried shifting my body weight to the other side to be comfortable. 

"I sleep like that."

"Ow, you sleep with K--"

"No." I narrowed my eyes at him. "Yes, well, uhm, it doesn't matter anymore. We're done," he said and scrunched his nose in annoyance. I could only smile.

After few seconds passed, I decided to get up from the bed and did some stretching. I heard Jiyong's laugh that made me frowned in confusion as I stared at him. He had his head leaned on his palm, with his elbow supporting. He looks so handsome, I must say. Jiyong with disheveled hair is the hottest he has been to me and he looks damn enticing right now, like he's trying to hook me.

He wiggled his eyebrows and smiled playfully. 

"Kwon Jiyong," I called and rolled my eyes heavenward.

Just then he got off the bed and stretched his arms and smiled at me. I noticed he was still in yesterday's clothing, and I laughed. 

"How dare you laugh at my morning look? Yah, you look laughable, too." He poked my forehead with his index finger.

"And so? It already came out from your mouth, I am not attractive. There's no point though," I said, and got up, slightly ticked off but I tried not to let it go through my skin.

"Are you sulking?" he asked. When I didn't answer him, he pulled me close to his body that made my chest tightened in alarm. Damn, I wouldn't ever get used to this. "Are you sulking, my baby?"

I looked at him with wide eyes when I heard what he called me. He only smiled down at me and gently planted a soft kiss on my pursed lips. 

"I see you still got chills. Baby, get used to it," he said, smirking before letting go of me. "I'll take a shower first."

I only nodded at him.

"I feel like dying," I whispered before letting out a sigh. I glimpsed at the bed, beaming as I realized we spent the night together on one bed. "What is this? Just be grateful, Jessica!"

*****

I was at the front porch, seated on of the steps, and waiting for Jiyong to get out. My eyes were glued on the other side of the house. They must have gone to the city. Too bad they didn't meet him, except for my dad. He had met Jiyong, and knew him as my boyfriend. He already is.

Finally, I heard Jiyong's groan as he sat beside me. 

"Done?" I asked.

"No."

I smirked, and just pulled him up so we can go to where I planned spending this day with him. Well, actually that idea just popped in my mind earlier when I waited for him. It wasn't that bad, though. 

With clutched hands, we started walking. From time to time we'd look at each other. I always feel butterflies in my stomach whenever we did. This scenario is just surreal for me, I said it again.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

"Hmm, somewhere."

"Where's this somewhere, exactly?" he tipped my nose.

I smiled at his gesture. "We're doing something."

"Where and what, peasant? Is this a plan that you mentally made a few seconds ago?" he got my hand and circled his arm with mine.

"Why are you still calling me that? Aish, am I not already your girlfriend?" I told and scrunched my nose and later regreted because I felt a bump, 'young' pimple. If this get infected and inflamed, I hate my life.

"Of course, you are," we stopped walking. He made me face him and cupped my face. "You are my girlfriend." That sounded so...it's worth screaming for! "My peasant, you can call we Pink Panther if you want."

I supressed a smile and nodded. "Okay," I said and we continued walking, arms linked. "But Jiyongie, your hair, are you going to dye them pink again?"

"Why? Are you thinking of something? A different color? Hairstyle?" I nodded. "What is it?"

"Ah. Ani, there's none." I felt like noy telling him that I wanted it to be black. Seeing the roots makes me wonder as to how w