WHAT A TWIST!

Chapter 106

Hyun Min's piercing gaze met mine, and he shook his head, a warm smile spreading across his face. "Enough already," he murmured, his voice tinged with a gentle blend of amusement and affection.

I maintained a deliberate silence, my eyes remaining locked onto his, and didn't utter a single word.

"Do you still wish for me to guide you through mathematics tomorrow?" he inquired, his tone infused with a deep sincerity.

"Of course!" I exclaimed, my response bursting forth with unbridled enthusiasm.

As I reclined against him, his hand wrapped possessively around my hips, I felt a sense of languid comfort. I retrieved my phone and navigated to the K-drama I had been watching, the screen glowing softly in the dim light. Hyun Min's gaze drifted towards the phone, his eyes following the narrative with a quiet intensity.

I turned to him, my eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Why don't you pursue a career in acting?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "You have a certain... presence. A charisma that would be captivating on screen."

His response was swift and unequivocal. "Absolutely not," he muttered, his tone laced with conviction.

I smiled, my lips curving upwards in a gentle tease. "I think it would be a perfect fit for your personality," I said, my voice infused with sincerity. "You're complex, intense, and charismatic – a natural fit for a dramatic role. You'd bring depth and nuance to any character you portrayed."

Hyun Min's expression remained skeptical, his eyes narrowing slightly as he replied, "I'm not an actor. I don't have the talent or the inclination."

Undeterred, I continued to probe, my imagination running wild with possibilities. "Imagine yourself as a villain who falls in love – a complex, brooding male lead with a tortured past. You'd bring a level of intensity and passion to the role that would be mesmerizing to watch."

A low, husky chuckle escaped his lips, and he turned my head back to the phone, his fingers grazing my skin. "Let's focus on the drama," he murmured, his voice a gentle rebuke, "and leave the fantasies for the screen."

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As I turned to Hyun Min, I was met with a serene sight - his eyes were closed, and his chest rose and fell with each gentle breath. A soft smile spread across my face as I reached out to caress his cheek, my fingers tracing the contours of his features. God had indeed taken His time crafting this masterpiece, imbuing him with a beauty that went beyond physical appearance. I returned to my drama, but my attention kept drifting back to the peaceful form beside me. Eventually, I snuggled into the warmth of his arm, feeling safe and protected as I drifted off to sleep.

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As I slowly came to, the gentle morning light filtering through the window danced across my closed eyelids. I was met with a sense of warmth and comfort, and it wasn't until I tried to shift positions that I realized why - my head was nestled on Hyun Min's shoulder, and my hand was sprawled across his chest, pinning his hand beneath me. He stirred slightly, but his breathing remained steady, and I held my breath, not wanting to wake him.

His features were relaxed in sleep, his sharp jawline softened, and his lips slightly parted. I couldn't help but be struck by the serene beauty of his face, even in repose. My gaze lingered on him for a moment, drinking in the sight of him.

With a quiet determination, I gently extricated myself from his side, taking care not to jostle him. My movements were slow and deliberate, my eyes never leaving his face as I carefully stood up. The soft rug beneath my feet was a blessing, muffling any sound that might disturb him.

I snatched a glance at my phone, the screen illuminating the dim morning light. 6:04 AM. Still early. I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of reprieve. With my phone clutched in my hand, I crept towards the door, my bare feet making barely a whisper on the floor. I turned the handle with a slow, calculated motion, the soft click of the latch the only sound breaking the silence.

The door swung open, and I slipped out into the hallway, the cool air enveloping me like a shroud. I pulled the door shut behind me, the soft thud of the door closing a gentle punctuation mark on the quiet intimacy of the moment.

As I padded down the deserted hallway, the chill of the morning air wrapped itself around me like a damp shroud. The remnants of the previous night's tempest still lingered, leaving an aura of gloom in its wake. I shivered, the cold seeping into my bones like an unwelcome intruder. The droplets of rain that clung to the windows sparkled like tiny diamonds in the faint morning light, casting an ethereal glow over the somber scene.

I merged with the stream of students flowing through the corridors, becoming just another face in the crowd. No one gave me a second glance, none suspecting the secret I carried – the knowledge of having spent the night in a boy's room.

As I reached my door, I spotted Racy leaning against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest like a sentinel guarding a treasure trove of secrets. Her eyes, bright and inquisitive, locked onto mine, A hint of a knowing glint sparkled in their depths. Her gaze seemed to bore into my very soul, as if searching for answers to unspoken questions.

"Morning," she said, her voice low and husky, like the gentle rustle of leaves on a autumn morning. The single word hung in the air, heavy with unspoken queries, awaiting my response like a challenge.