You’re deeply immersed in your book. The heroine is right about to burst into a building and save the man she loves. Your eyes race down the page drinking in every detail and then…
“Jaaagiya,” Daesung whines. “Watch TV with me.”
You stop midway through the page. “Not right now Dae…my book is getting really good!” You start up your reading again only to jump in surprise. Daesung has poked your side. You turn your head and glare at him.
“But ______ you’re always reading that book.”
“That’s not true,” you argue. But you know it is. You got the book last week and usually you zipped through them but you’ve been so busy with work and school you haven’t had much time. Once you finished all your projects you picked up the book and couldn’t put it down.
“Yes it is! We never do anything together anymore,” Daesung pouted. You sighed.
“Yes we do. Have you forgotten that I work at YG too?”
“No, but that’s work. Not play time!”
You purse your lips. Silently, you flip the next few pages until you reach the next chapter. You hold up the small amount of pages between your fingers. “Can I just finish this one chapter? Pretty pleeease.“
You flutter your eyelashes like how kpop idols do in aegyo MVs. Daesung tries to keep a straight face but fails, letting out a laugh. “Fine, fine. But hurry!”
You beam and then turn back to your book picking up where you left off. Eventually you reach the end of the chapter. It left off with a cliffhanger…you needed to continue. You cut Daesung a sidelong glance and then nonchalantly shift your body so he can’t see you turn the next page.
Once again you’re immersed in your book. And suddenly it’s snatched out of your hands. You feel like your soul’s been ripped out of your body. Okay that was pretty exaggerated, but still. Your hands, which are still up in the air as if holding the book flop down to your lap.
Blankly you look up at Daesung. He quirks an eyebrow at you. “You look like I just kicked your puppy.”
“Why…?” Was all you could say. Daesung starts to dog ear your book page. You let out a squeak and he stops, giving you a weird look. Hastily you hand him your bookmark. He places it in the book and then closes it and sets it down so you can’t reach it.
“Time for TV,” he announces happily. You scowl at him and he gives you his signature smile. Eventually you sigh in defeat, he knows you can’t resist the smile. You snuggle up next to him and rest your head on his shoulder.
“Okay. What are we watching?”
You should’ve known.