140 The Passing Days (2/2)

He stayed silent for a moment. He hugged her tightly.

”I wonder what would be the best parting gift for that boy...”

Yoona shot him a bland look. ”You know what he wants.”

Minhyun chuckled before quickly turning his body to a dangerous position. While Yoona was sitting on the couch, he moved in front of her, his hand pressed against the top of the couch, holding his weight. He was leaning in towards her, their faces inches apart.

Before she knew it, he gently kissed her lips.

Once the action was processed she let out a giggle. ”Are you serious?”

”How about we fulfill his wish and make him an uncle?”

She laughed and cupped his cheeks. ”You are absolutely crazy. Oh G.o.d.”

”I'm kidding,” he teased. ”But i'm glad that I made you laugh.”

Yoona hummed while trailing her index finger down the sides of his neck down to his collarbone. ”So silly.”

She grabbed his necktie and brought him forward, engulfing his lips with hers. They moved in sync and she gently brought her tongue into the mix.

The kiss was broken with Minhyun's chuckle. ”And Ji-ho says i'm the h.o.r.n.y one?”

She gasped. Did he just say those words? ”I am so done with you. You totally ruined the moment!”

His head moved down to her neck and he gently nipped the skin near her collarbone. ”Did I really?”

Her cheeks flushed. He really knew how to bring the atmosphere to his favor.

”Okay, I lied.”

”Good.”

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While the two were having their moments, Ji-ho laid silently in his bed. His eyes were staring at the ceiling, trying to get his thoughts together.

It didn't take a genius to imagine what was happening in that room. He was happy.

He'd never admit it but their happiness was important to him too.

Believe it or not, he wasn't that adamant on being an uncle. After all, Yoona was young and had her life ahead of her, she didn't need a child right now. The reason for him fooling around was for the simple reason of him wis.h.i.+ng them happiness while making a large impression in their minds.

And of course, getting a child named after him. That was definitely one of his goals.

With that thought, he grabbed a notebook from the small desk beside of his desk. He also grabbed a pen and began to write.

Time was running out. He could feel it.

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