Chapter 324: No one besides my masters, I guess
And so, this would be my first time brushing my teeth with one of my masters.
How embarrassing.
"What’s wrong, Jo-Pil? Do you feel shy brushing next to me?" Jin-Yeok asked, clearly teasing me, but I didn’t say anything.
I simply stared at my reflection in the mirror and squeezed my brush in my hand.
This was going to be one very loooong brushing session.
My reflection stared back at me with the same flat expression I was giving, not liking this idea one bit, but I couldn’t see the point of this no matter how much I looked.
People did this in novels a lot and found it quite entertaining, but it just felt awkward on my part.
Watching your partner gag or choke on the brush reaching down the throat was just... Sigh.
"I’m not shy," I muttered, finally dipping the brush into the cup of water in front of me. "I just don’t see the point of doing this together. It’s weird," I said honestly.
Jin-Yeok chuckled with a deep and low tone, the kind of laugh that seemed to vibrate in his chest before slipping out.
He stood beside me, his shoulders nearly brushing me, and with a little gesture, he could definitely push me down.
But look at that height difference, and I was supposed to be average height.
This was the first time I was feeling so small since the moment I had a wiener for a dick.
My head reached his shoulder, and if he was going to nudge me, the impact was going straight for my head. Literally.
Jin-Yeok watched my little detective observation and smiled before he began brushing his teeth, and with such deliberate grace that it almost made me yell out it was ridiculous.
Did everything about this character have to be so graceful? We were brushing our teeth, for crying out loud.
Seriously, who brushes their teeth like they’re performing in front of a classy audience?
"See? Nothing strange about it," he suddenly said with foam in his mouth, still managing to look elegant somehow.
I refused to look his way any longer and turned my head, focusing instead on scrubbing like my life depended on it. But the heat creeping up my neck told me he was staring. They were like pointed arrows poking at my neck.
Just what did he want from me?
When I finally dared a glance his way, his emerald eyes were fixed on me through the mirror looking half amused, half anticipating, and uncomfortably intense.
I nearly choked on my own toothpaste.
Was I a study piece or something?
I gaggled the water in my mouth to rinse every corner while covering my mouth so he wouldn’t see very little movement, and spat down in the sink, but I could still feel him staring.
It was finally getting to me, and I nearly lost it.
"Stop staring," I snapped. Do you have nothing better to do? This is what I wished I could add, but he took this as a simple issue, as his lips curled even with the brush in his mouth.
"I’m just admiring you," he replied, taking the brush out of his mouth and beginning to rinse. "Even the way you brush your teeth is adorable."
Adorable? Don’t be weird. No one calls brushing teeth adorable.
No one besides my masters, I guess.
I nearly palmed my face, knowing what I had gotten myself into when I agreed to brush teeth next to him.
Did I even brush my teeth properly? I couldn’t tell, ’cause I was distracted the whole time by the man who wanted to poke a hole through my head with his stabbing glances.
"You’re insufferable," I muttered as I began washing my brush.
"But you’re smiling," he countered, leaning close, his minty breath brushing the surface of my ear, and I stiffened.
He knew just what his voice did to me, and yet... He still went off to do whatever the hell he wanted.
"I see you’re done," he said, watching me clean my mouth with the towel.
Do I finally get what I want?
I stood there, staring at the blank door in front of me. Right. The whole essence of this was to kiss my lips.
But with how minty our breaths were, this kiss was going to be very awkward.
He drew closer and wrapped his arms around my neck, resting his chin atop my head and making it known worldwide that I was only that tall?
Real mature.
Then, he said,
"I did a few searches, and I found someone to be your trainer," he said to me, not going straight for the kiss as I thought he would. "They’re experienced with the lazy type like you."
Hey!
That felt like an insult. If I said it to myself, it was a compliment as a book reader, but if someone else said it... Aish, don’t get me started.
But I couldn’t even retaliate.
"They’ll be here by 10 a.m. I’ll go meet them with you," he said, and I nodded.
"Thank you," I said, and then wondered if I should inform the rest of my masters about this so it wouldn’t come out as a shock once they found out later.
Let’s do that during breakfast.
"Don’t you have a better way to thank me?" he asked, and I turned around.
So, this was what he wanted.
A kiss initiated by me.
I held him down with my arms around his neck and his hands on my waist.
Does it make a difference who initiates the kiss? I wondered, and then went on my tiptoes, because even after pulling him down, I wouldn’t be able to kiss him properly.
I pecked his lips and asked in a soft voice, like a whisper,
"Does it feel nice when I do it?"
He looked into my eyes with a soft glow in his and said,
"Yes, but it would feel even nicer if you poured your feelings into it," he said, taking one hand from my waist and positioning it on my arm. "Come on, Jo-Pil. Kiss me like you mean it."
This guy... I knew this kiss wouldn’t be simple.
But it wasn’t like I didn’t expect this either.
I leaned in once again and kissed him. This time, our lips pressing deeply into each other and carrying way more intent than a simple peck.