chapter eighteen

Young-Jae's head was on Minjae's arm, his arms were tightened around her waist with his nose tickling her neck softly. He was fast asleep, relaxed, and exhausted both while she stared at the ceiling wide awake silently sniffling to herself to avoid waking him up. She turned her gaze to him with a small sigh and laid on her side. 

"Young-Jae," she whispered to herself liking the way his name sounded on her tongue. It suited him just perfectly, a pretty name for a pretty boy like himself. Her fingers rubbed along his pouty bottom lip that was chapped up and his eyebrows clashed together in his sleep. She suppressed a giggle and reached behind, on his nightstand to pull her chapstick out of her blazer's pocket. 

She held the back of his neck and tilted his head up to coat his lips in the mildly coloured balm. He sleepily smacked his lips together before a