Warm tears built up in the corner of your eyes as you gripped on tightly. A soft sob escaped your lips, your eyes stinging with salty tears. You bit your bottom lip to cease its trembling, but it was no use.
Your head spun, your vision unfocused, your heart plunged to the pit of your stomach from the sudden loss.
Sniffling, you wiped your watery eyes on the sleeve of your shirt and tucked your uncombed bangs behind your ears.
It felt as if everything had collapsed down on you all at once.
You jolted upright almost immediately and let go of the thick novel you held. Coming back to your senses, you relaxed your shoulders and stared into the distance, as if nothing mattered any more.
The brown-haired boy heavily sighed. "How long are you going to cry over that fictional character?" He emphasized on the word 'fictional' and snatched the book from your lap, tossing it onto the wooden floor.
"Jean!" You leaned over the boy and stretched out your arm, attempting to retrieve your precious book.
Jean, who desperately wanted sleep, couldn't get it because of your late night reading sessions. The crunching sound of pages being flipped, the inhuman squeals that would escape your lips as you read, your sniffling and soft giggles. It couldn't be helped, though. You adored literature, and getting your hands on well-written books weren't an easy task. Plus, you were always busy during the day and the only time you had to read was late at night. As much as he hated your reading sessions, deep down, he thought it was adorable.
The beige-haired boy aggressively squished your swollen face against his toned chest and stroked your hair lightly. It surprised you how fast he could switch from violent to gentle in such a short period of time. "Sleep."
Ignoring him, you reached your arm out further as you spread out your fingers, hoping to make contact with the spine of the book. A cool, night breeze entered your room and blew out your dim light source, while several pages of the book were flipped without you realizing.
"Sleep." His voice was growing impatient, and you could tell he was talking through gritted teeth.
"No." Your voice was muffled from speaking into the boy's lean abdomen. "I'm going to finish the book today."
"If you don't go to sleep, I'll spoil the ending."
"Oh, I would."
Effortlessly, the boy picked up the leather-covered book and sat upright, bringing you with him. You tried yanking the book out of his grasp, but it was useless. He held your wrists captive above your head with one hand and flipped pages with the other while you sat awkwardly in his lap.
"Ah, here we go." The boy cleared his throat in a sophisticated fashion, a crooked smile forming on his face.
Before he could even read the first word, you managed to loosen his grip on your wrists and pinched the back of his hand until you saw the familiar red fluid. The brown-haired boy cursed loudly and recoiled back, letting go of the book and letting it hit the ground.
"You really are serious," The boy managed a weak smile on his lips and put pressure on his bleeding hand.
"I didn't even pinch you that hard." Flatly, he exposed his hand to you, putting it close to your face. A small but deep wound resided on the right side of his hand. You nodded to yourself, as if you were saying, "not bad."
The beige-haired boy pulled you close to him and out of instinct, you wrapped your legs around his waist. Gently, you pulled his head close to yours, your foreheads touching each other's. You never noticed how bright his honey-coloured eyes were, especially when they glowed like they did.
He sneakily tucked his hand under your shirt, instantly sending shivers up your spine. "How about this? You play with me and I won't-"
You cut him off by cupping his cold cheek and placed a quick peck on his forehead, gently pushing him back down onto the bed. "I'm sorry. You do need sleep." The boy noticeably blushed a crimson red as his brows twitched.
You nuzzled into his neck, shushing him whenever he spoke. You covered his eyes to block out the moonlight and repeated, "sleep, Jean." countless times. Might as well take advantage of his weakness, you thought, which was whenever you showed compassion. Either you were manipulative or he was just easy to manipulate.
Cautiously, you snuck one hand under the bed and easily grabbed the book by its pages. You sprung off of the boy and moved away from the bed, just in case he grabbed you again. Grinning, you held the book up triumphantly and stuck your tongue at the boy who watched you in disbelief. You brought the book back down to eye level.
"Ha! Can't do anything now.." Your words trailed off as your eyes skimmed to the last section of the page, which was not the page you had left off on. Your smile faded into a frown while the boy's turned into a grin.
The boy propped himself up with one elbow and watched you stare expressionlessly at the last page with amusement.
"Nice going, (Name.)"