"Really? Will you help me? Awesome!" Doona took a swig of her leftover champagne and rose to her feet. "Let me grab my laptop from my apartment. I'll be down soon." Doona strutted to the door, and Chihun called out to her.
"Maybe I should follow you." Doona turned around to see Chihun gracefully getting up from the table. His tight shirt stretched and contracted against his muscled skin; he picked up his hoodie and tossed it on, then he ran his slender fingers through his hair and began to walk towards Doona. The closer he got to her, the more her breath hitched.
"N-no you can't come!" Doona swung the door open quickly and ran towards the elevator. Chihun stared at her racing away from him, and the sides of his lips curled up.
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Chihun used the stairs
