An eternity of carnal love.

I am yours.

"What are you doing this late?", you howl at your beloved man crush, who, as a matter of fact was also your 'best friend' at that time, as he ever so quietly – or he thought he was – parked his 'Royal' inside the garage of your house. His 'Royal' being his Ford Mustang '67, the cause of your shattered REM sleep. "Mian!!", he scooped out his head from inside the car with his hands holding his ears. "Ugh!", you scoffed wailing to get back to your bed and return to your forgotten dream. Not so fast, Miss.

Although you did like your fellow male friend, you couldn't help but remove the idea of how stupid he could be at times, for instance, at that very moment, you were convinced that he had forgotten his house keys and thus, you were to be the responsible one to go open the door. "Idiot.", you thought to yourself as you walked down the stairs in your My Chemical Romance shorts, which, funnily of course were gifted to you by him and a solid white tank top. You pondered awhile before opening the door to his goofy face. "For heaven's sake, Jong! It's 2 in the morning. Could you not party this late, or rather, not come at all?", you grunted out the words with the utmost resemblance to the fact that you were heavily annoyed. "Miiiiiiaaaaanhae Shhhhhrrrreeeee.", he cried out like a baby with a pout. Gracious sakes, did he look so adorable! You were pretty much sanguine with that face of his yet you wished to play him for a longer time, since your sleep was determined not to restore anytime soon.

After all, it was Lee Jong Suk, the handsome twenty- seven year old bachelor who had a mental age of a five year old boy. Jong Suk had debuted as a K-idol at a young age and his busy schedules made it a horrendous task for admitting to a relationship or even, to live alone. And that is why you bless your good fortune to be able to be his personal assistant and also his flat mate. The idea of jealous fans all around entices you into thinking that maybe, just maybe he would make you his and his only. Ah, the pain of unrequited love.

To be honest, you did realize that what was in your mind would never take its turn to actuality.

No idol dates or has dated his/her P.A and you were as well, yet another P.A. to your whiny, astonishingly good looking boss, or you thought so.

You went inside the kitchen to fetch yourself some water. Hardly did Jong Suk know it was all pretentious as you wished for him to linger around.

He watched you at a long gaze as your body moved its way through the living room and into the cooking area. You failed to notice him bite his lips as he saw you walk. "Mmm...I'll just sleep on the couch then.", he said as he swiftly dropped his posterior on the couch and positioned himself looking straight at you. "Goddamnit!", you thought to yourself, "This is the guy I like?"

"You're gonna wear that and sleep? Won't it be...like....uncomfortable?", you smirked at the idea of letting the words out, but before you could say anything, Jong Suk stood up with an, "Oh, before that." And started to take his SuperDry jacket off, followed by his melange T-shirt, and the rest until he was in nothing but his boxers. "Now this is comfortable.", he said as you choked upon your water that you were drinking ever so slowly. "Shit, did I say it out loud?", you mumbled as you squinted your eyes hard.

"Are you planning to sleep in the kitchen itself, Dongsaeng?", you opened your eyes in a jolt when you felt a strange yet soft draft of breath over the left side of your neck. It was Jong Suk, leant towards the side of the wall which constricted you to move any further.

You widened your eyes and looked at your side only to find a grinning face of the man who broke your sleep in the middle of the night, the man who had the mental age of a five year old, the man who was stripped down of his garments, the man who you so dearly wanted to be with, the man who you so dearly wanted to sleep with.