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Yeosang POV

“SEONGHWA! HAVE YOU SEEN MY SKIRT?!” I yell from my room. After not receiving an answer, I sigh in defeat to go and search for him. Throwing on my Jujutsu Kaisen blanket hoodie that falls past my knees, I make my way to Seonghwa’s door without knocking and step in. “Oh, my freaking god,” I mutter before quickly facing the way I came in again.

“And that is why I always kindly remind you to knock,” Seonghwa rises to his feet to throw on something more appropriate for his best friend, “Are you ok?” he asks after he successfully put away his dildo.

“U-um...”

“You can turn around now Sangie.”

“I-I don’t understand how this always happens with us.”

Seonghwa smirks at how flustered he made me. “Sangie I promise you I am completely covered up and all of my toys are put up.” His reassurance put me at ease as I hesitantly turned to face my friend. “You know? You would think the first 7 times would help you remember to knock ” Seonghwa chuckles.

“I’m going to choose to ignore that statement. And it wasn’t 7… it was 9 times.”

“What do you need Sangie?” Seonghwa making a show of his annoyance, rolls his eyes.

“I just wanted to know if you’ve seen my skirt. There's no need to be a bitch about it” I pout.

“You’ve just ruined yet another potential out-of-this-world orgasm of mine. I have every right to be. Anyways, which skirt are you looking for?”

“I can’t remember where I put my denim miniskirt. If I can’t find it, I won’t be able to wear the outfit I planned for today, Hwa.”

Seonghwa sighs. He was a sucker for my pout. “Okay first off, wipe that annoyingly cute pout off your face. And secondly, assuming you checked every inch of your room and bathroom, I can just let you wear mine. Will that work for you?”

“No, it won’t, and you know it won’t. We have already had this conversation plenty of times. You should understand, as my best friend, that I do not want to wear your clothes because you dress like a slut.”

“Wow, and I’m the rude one. I’m just comfortable with my body Sangie. Anyway, if you don’t wear my clothes, there is nothing else I can help you with. You know where to locate the exit.”

As I exit, I go out of my way to show him how beautiful my middle finger is. What kind of best friend was he if not to help me in a time of need? Standing in front of my mirror I put on my fitted black turtleneck. I decide to go with my favorite green cargo pants. “I guess the outfit of the day is inspired by Kim Possible” I giggle to myself. Grabbing my school bag, I made a stop in the kitchen to grab a few snacks for my long day at university.

“Are you heading out already?” Seonghwa asks.

“Yeah. I’m meeting up with Yunho to give him a few tips on his semester project.” I reply while stuffing 4 bags of Motts fruit snacks in my backpack.

“Is that not what your professor is there for? Why did he come to you?”

I pause to contemplate on that. “Well to be completely honest, our professor is a very lousy one. He is extremely unorganized, never clear on instructions, and never helps. So, I mean, it makes sense to me. Plus, the guy I’m helping has always been nice to me.”

“Either way be careful and don’t be afraid to call or text me if you need anything,” Seonghwa says. “And turn your location on” he adds as I walk out the door.

 I get into my beat-up Honda Civic. I pause before I start the ignition to take a few deep breaths. My anxiety getting the better of me due to me meeting up with Yunho was something I did not want to let ruin my morning. When I calm all the way down, I blast my favorite song at the moment, Bad Blood by Nao, and make my way to university.

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I had been sitting in the campus parking lot for a few minutes trying to calm my heart rate when a black BMW pulled up beside him. That for whatever reason made my anxiety worse. Deciding that I had more than enough time to myself, I grab my bag and exit the car. As I am is locking the door, I dare a peek at the sexy car and its driver. Only to find that my curiosity was reciprocated by two beautiful brown orbs staring back at me. “Hey Yeosang. You want to head to the library so we can get started?”

Only then did I realize that the owner of this sexy ass car was Yunho, the guy who asked for my help, and I was standing there stuck and staring at him like an idiot. With an embarrassingly awkward wave, I spoke up, “U-uh yeah of course.”

“Cute” the Yunho says. I put my head down so he doesn’t see the blush winning control of my face.

We find a seat in the library and begin our session. Turns out, that the majority of Yunho’s project was done to perfection. I was a little confused on why he said he needed help but, I chose to keep that question to myself. Once I finished pointing out the few things he could improve on or add to his project, our first class was about to start in 20 minutes. “Do you want to walk together?” Yunho asks.

“Sure. I was just about to suggest we pack up as well.”

“Do you want to grab something to eat after this class?” Yunho asks “I am starving and something tells me you haven’t eaten either” he teased as we began walking to class.

I freeze in my tracks. Was Yunho asking me out? Because it kind of seemed like it. No, that can’t be it. Maybe I’m overthinking and he only seeks a platonic relationship with me. “Um… I’m really busy today” I look down at my feet to avoid eye contact and play with my ear lobe nervously. I really hated situations like this.  

“I know you’re a straight A student and all but its just a meal Yeosang. I just want to get to know each other better is all” Yunho says. That helped me relax a little. I shyly looked back up at him.

“Oh ok… I don’t mind getting to know each other as friends” I observe his reaction after mentioning friends. After not getting anything but a small smile, I continued. “But it really can’t be today.”

“How about I get your number, so we set up a date then?” Yunho suggests as he takes a sip of his iced coffee. “That sound ok?”

“Sounds great” sounding more like I was trying to convince myself rather than assure the tall man beside him. His choice of words were leaving me second guessing this whole ordeal. “Should we head to class and sort out the details later?”

“Hmm” Yunho fake contemplates “I guess that’ will work too” Yunho says guiding us out the door, with his hands around my shoulders. I flinched at the contact making Yunho retract his hands. “Did that make you uncomfortable?”

“I don’t like to be touched” I peek up at Yunho to scope his expression.

“Ah ok, dually noted.” Yunho opens the classroom door “After you, my good sir.” I giggled at his antics. I liked Yunho’s wide smile. It fit him.

“Thanks” I made my way to my seat. Choosing now was a more than convenient time to text Seonghwa to let him know everything went well, I took my phone out and opened the messaging app. Only I really wish I hadn’t.

Dad: bring your ass home

As if on autopilot my body heated up, my heart rate picked up, and my breathing started to elevate. I needed to get the freak out of here before I had a panic attack in front of the whole classroom. I rushed out of the class door, practically running to the nearest restroom. I tried calling Seonghwa 3 times, but my best friend didn’t pick up. Now I was full on pacing with racing thoughts. I hoped no one would come in.

As if on cue a man walked in and hesitated after seeing my current state. “Are you good?”

“I know you did not just ask me t-that stupid freaking question!” I snapped. This man could not be serious. “Do I look like I’m ok? I just wanted to have a good day. That was all. But nooo, here comes problems sweeping me off my feet and knocking my breath away. Then on top of that, my best friend, my life support, won't pick up their phone. So please, by all means, tell me if I seem ok” I hissed out. My chest was starting to burn from the lack of oxygen.

“ok ok, I get it, but I need you to shut the fuck up and breathe. You look like you're on the verge of passing out. And to be honest, you're too pretty for that. So, due to you clearly struggling, follow me” The stranger gently grabbed my wrists and crossed them over my chest “In….and out… In….and out. Come on, you can do it. Just follow my voice. In….and out.” It took me a few minutes, but my breathing eventually subsided. I wasn’t one for eye contact but at that moment I just wanted to show my gratitude to the stranger, afraid that my voice would fail me. “There ya go” the man says wiping the tears off my face. “I’m kind of scared to leave you alone now. Will you be ok?” before I could even attempt to muster up the courage to give him a reply, I was interrupted with, “Actually, never mind. I don’t really give a fuck. Come with me. I know a spot that would put a smile on that pretty face.”

I could not believe the absolute freaking audacity of this man.

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Yeosang’s POV

“You strike me as someone who doesn’t eat when they should so order anything you want.”

Who does he even think he is? I did not ask him to drag me all the way to this burger place. Matter of fact I am quite sure that I didn’t even say anything to him at all. This man doesn’t even know my name. Wait, does this count as kidnapping? Oh my god…I’ve been kidnapped. I mean out of everyone he could have taken, why me? A loud snap brings me out of my thoughts. “Hey, what do you want to eat?’ The man asks again.

“So… you’re just going to buy me food without us at least knowing one another’s name?”

“Jongho” he pauses “And you are?...” he sighs out once he noticed I was confused.

“I’m Y-Yeosang” shoot, I didn’t mean to stutter but his eye contact is so intimidating.

“Great! Now we’re acquainted. What would you like to eat?” Jongho asks me once again. I could tell I was starting to irritate him. I mean, no one told him to kidnap me though.

As if reality came crashing back to me, I checked the time on my phone. Oh shoot! I forgot all about my class. “Um actually, I need to get back to my class.” I turn around only to feel callused hands grip my wrist.

“Ill take you back. It’ll be quicker that way” Jongho says guided us out of the restaurant and into his car. With no objections on my end, he opens the passenger door for me and jogs over to the driver’s side to get in. Hm, chivalry still exists. Would you look at that?

Usually, I would be extremely anxious about being in the car with a complete strange and in silence but right now I feel comfortable with Jongho. My ringtone interrupted our comfortable silence. Seeing that it was Hwa calling me back I pressed answer. “Yeah?”

“ARE YOU OK?!!” Hwa yelled through the phone making me pull the phone away from my ear until he finished. “I am so sorry that I didn’t pick up Sangie. What happened though?”

“Hwa I’m fine now. I just had a panic attack. This guy helped me through it and I’m ok now.” I was trying to calm my best friend down because he would get really worried, and it would affect his whole day.  “Ill tell you why later ok?”

“Guy? What guy?! Sangie what guy?”

“That’s really what you got from everything I just said?” I rolled my eyes. Seonghwa really got on my nerves sometimes. “I love you. Talk to you later.”

“Wai—” I hung up before he could further talk my ears off. “Well, that went well” I mutter to myself.

“That your boyfriend?” Jongho questioned glancing over at me. I couldn’t help but notice the veins sticking out of his arm that was holding the steering wheel. I might have to do some research on why I found that hot later.

“Um no, it was my best friend” After a few moments of processing what he asked me, I took complete offense to that. “Why did you immediately assume that it was my boyfriend?”

“Whoever that was seemed caring and protective, that’s all.”

“But why boyfriend. Why didn’t you assume girlfriend?” I say side eyeing him. I mean, I know I wasn’t super masculine, and I had a feminine figure, and my shoulder length hair didn’t help, but come on.

“Are you being deadass right now? I genuinely can’t tell.” Jongho raised his eyebrow in confusion.

“…Y-yes…” I’m not sure I want to hear the answer anymore.

“Oh wow” he lets out a low laugh “Love, I hate to break it to you, but you just might be the twinkiest twink I’ve seen thus far” Jongho full on laughs now. Not sparing my feelings at all. “You can’t truly be that oblivious to your appearance.”

I am very aware that I was being laughed at, but my mind was still stuck on him referring to me as love. Yeah, that’s going to have to stop immediately. “Don’t call me that please” I made sure to give him a hard eyeroll, so he comprehends how deep my irritation is for him at the moment.

“Denials a bitch” Jongho mumbles as he pulled into the technology buildings parking lot. “Well, I guess you’re calm enough since you can debate with me about something that’s as clear as day. I guess you should be on your way” He smirks and gestures towards the passenger door. I don’t say anything back as I get out of his car and slam the door. I feel like if I was a cusser, now would be a more than perfect time to cuss someone out. I do not look like a freaking twink. I kind of don’t like him for his statement but I am grateful to him for easing my panic attack.

I speed walk to class and take a deep breath before stepping in. Choosing to act like everyone’s eyes didn’t follow my every movement, I took a seat in the back with my head down. I check the time and relax a little bit because there is still an hour left. As I dig in my bag to take out my journal, I feel a pair of eyes run over me. A shiver ran down my spine, making my nerves simmer up. I look up and see Yunho, with his elbows on the desk resting his head on his hands, going out of his way to stare at me. A feeling of unease runs through me. He waves at me and gives me one of the biggest smiles I have ever seen. Sending me a tsunami of unsettlement. His usually bright smile was replaced with…malice? Before I can begin to question it further Yunho is already giving our professor his undivided attention. That unnerving feeling stayed with me throughout the whole class.

When I unlock the house door, I am greeted by a worried Seonghwa. He tackles me into a hug, releases me, then grabs my face. “Don’t ever hang up on me like that again, ok? I was so worried. What happened Sangie?”

“Hwa, please calm down. You’re making my anxiety bad. Let’s take a seat before I get into what happened this morning.” Seonghwa sits on the couch first and pats the spot next to him. Once I’m situated I continued “So.. Once I Finished helping Yunho, we went to class. I was about to text you to let you know everything went fine with Yunho but then I saw this text from my dad” I showed Seonghwa the text I received earlier. “I felt myself having a panic attack, so I ran to the bathroom and tried to call you. After you didn’t pick up this guy came in and talked me through it. He took me to this restaurant but I was late for class, so he brought me back to class. Side note he has a sexy ass Jeep Wrangler. But yeah, that’s all that happened” I finish.

“I’m so sorry Sangie” Seonghwa apologized hugging me. “You need me and I couldn’t even do something as minimal as picking up the phone. You will not be going to see your dad though. Point blank period” He looks me in the eye when he says that last part to make sure I understand him.

“I don’t want to go but not going would just make it worse Hwa. He’ll do anything. Remember last time when he showed up to my job? He will not stop” It’s almost like I’m pleading my best friend to get where I’m coming from at this point.

“I get it, but you are not going. I don’t care how you try to reason. This is his way of fucking with you, and he won’t get away with his bullshit anymore on my watch. You know how it’ll turn out too. So, I don’t want to hear it” Sometimes Hwa threw me off when he let his nurturing nature take over. Well, there was no arguing with him now.

“Ok Hwa. Should I just call him then? To see what he wants?” My mind was really my biggest enemy at times. I couldn’t help it though. All the trauma I endured really has taken its toll on me. I like to think of myself as self aware. I know what my problems are but it’s not as easy to fix them. “It’s just to put his mind at ease Hwa. Please?” I beg.

“Look at what he’s done to you. And you still want to talk to him? Put his mind at ease? Are you hearing yourself?” He grabs my face again and bends down so we’re eye level. “Yesosang..” my heart thuds out of my chest by him calling me that. That really hurt but I know it’s from a place of seriousness. “You escaped for a reason. Remember that the next time you want to put him at ease, ok?”

In my heart I believe him, but my head is telling me otherwise. All the possible outcomes of not at least calling him are running through my head. I realize I was too in my head after Hwa called my name a few times and didn’t receive an answer from me. “Sorry…I’ll try to” I whisper, barely finding my voice.

Hwa gives me a tight hug. We stay like that for a while before my stomach gives away how hungry I am. “Have you not eaten yet today?” The guilty expression on my face gives me away. “I tell you literally everyday to not starve yourself but nooo, you go and do it anyway” Seonghwa scolds.

“In my defense, the guy that helped me earlier was going to pay for my meal, but I was running late.”

“You were going to eat with a stranger?” He halts on his way to the kitchen to turn and look back at me.

“He kidnapped me?” Now he definitely wouldn’t believe me.

“Oh ok! That makes perfect sense!” Seonghwa says sarcastically. “Wish a man would kidnap me so he can take me to a restaurant.”

“You’re so annoying” I say following him to the kitchen. One thing I really love about my best friend is how tidy he is. For a while I thought that he had OCD. Then I learned that’s just how he is.

I watched him make me a grilled cheese sandwich. Everything he does is so smooth and pretty. “Thank you” Hwa says out of the blue. I look at him confused. Seeing my expression Seonghwa adds “You must have not meant to say that out loud. Either way thank you” He places my sandwich and some hot fries in front of me. “Now eat.”

I thanked him and cleaned the plate. I went to my room to change into my work clothes. Although I felt drained after today’s event, I didn’t have the privilege of calling out.  Bills needed to be paid regardless of my mental state. I let Hwa know that I’m heading to work as I walked out the front door.

“Yeosang! Can you grab these customers pick up order for me please?” my manager asked. Without answering I walked over to the customer to ask for the name just to see Yunho.

“Hey. Let me go grab your order for you” I say giving him a small smile. I go to the pickup area, grab his food, and walk back over. “There you go.”

“Thanks” Yunho seems to be debating if he wanted to tell me something “Is now a bad time to ask for your number again?” He asks scratching the back of his neck shyly.

My mind goes back to the feeling I had this morning. Something wasn’t right with him. Shaking off the incoming nerves, I chose to decline his request. “Um.. I don’t think that’s a good idea actually” I say nervously. That’s when I noticed an instant change in his eyes. Yunho clearly did not like that answer.

“Why’s that?” Yunho is still smiling but its not reaching his eyes. His eyes are blank. And it’s really creeping me out.

“U-umm…”

“Ah I see” Yunho laughs “That’s how it is huh? After all my kindness, I’m still not safe enough for you right?” He’s really scaring me. I start to take steps back when I notice him getting closer to me. “What is it that I have to do to get into your heart?” He grips my chin and roughly yanks it up so that I’m forced to look him in the eye, once I’m against the counter. Why did he have to come in while no one was here? If I yell, I am pretty sure my manager would hear me though. As if reading my thoughts, Yunho puts a hand over my mouth. “It’s always been you Yeosang. But no matter what I do, you never see me like I see you. Nothing ever hurt the way you hurt me babe. I don’t think I can go on living like this.” He sniffed the crown of my hair, then kissed my cheek before taking a step back. I was too frightened to give any type of reaction. That must be another trauma response of mine.

Without saying anything Yunho pulled out a black pocketknife and brought it up to the left side of his neck. Then, deeply sliced it to the right. I dropped to my knees and let out the most horrific scream I’ve made since I’ve left my dad’s house.

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Yeosangs POV

I don’t remember when I got to my managers office. I’m aware that she’s speaking to me, but I can’t process her words. I’m still trying to process what I just witnessed.

“Yeosang sweetie?...I’m going to use your fingerprint to unlock your phone. I’m going to call Seonghwa, ok?” My manager says.

She takes my index finger and presses it on my Samsungs screen. I watch her as she goes through my contact list and finds Hwa. After the first ring he picks up. “I’ve seen the news. I’m already on my way Sangie” Hwa sounds like he’s panicking.

“Seonghwa, it’s me, Aera. I think Yeosang is in shock. He isn’t responding to me or anything around him. It’s really freaking me out. He should be having some sort of reaction, right?”

“Sounds like he’s disassociating. I just parked my car. Where are you two?”

“I’ll come meet you at the front of the store” I watch as Aera stands up and leaves to find Seonghwa.

Why can’t I breathe? I’m trying so hard to fill my lungs up with oxygen but it’s like I’ve lost the ability to do so and that only makes me panic even more.

I wish I’d known how Yunho felt. I should have just given him what he wanted. I should have just said I liked him back. Maybe if he had just confessed earlier today, I would have said yes.

I know this way of thinking isn’t rational, but I can’t help it. I can’t help but feel that if I had just told him what he wanted to hear, he would still be alive and smiling. No one as kind as Yunho deserves this. His smile was one of my favorites. This is all my fault. Even if he did admit he had an obsession.

“Sangie” Hwa voice brings me out of my head. My head snaps towards his. “What can I do to help?”

I stare for a while. I’m not aware of how long but we keep our eyes on each other. Then, as if a dam broke lose, a dreadful sob escapes me, along with unstoppable tears. “Hwa… this is all my fault.”

With quickness Hwa is next to me and gently pulling my head into his chest. “It is not your fault.”

I really do want to believe him, but he wasn’t there when it happened. He didn’t see what I saw. He didn’t live through what I experienced. “You weren’t there” I spit out more bitterly than I was meaning to.

“It doesn’t matter if I was there or not. Sure, I don’t know what happened, but did you slice his neck for him?” I can’t help but admire my best friend. No matter how messed up my way of thinking is, he always reassures me and makes sure I am truly comprehending his words and where he’s coming from. He’s like the rationality that I lack at times like this, and I love him for it deeply.

“Thank you, Hwa.” I wrap my arms around his waist to hug him. “Can we go home now?”

Without saying anything Seonghwa lifts us up to a standing position and guides me to the car.

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Days drifted on. Sleepless nights made me miserable. But with the end of the semester nearing and finals right around the corner, I had no choice but to keep my head in the books. This degree was all I had to guarantee a comfortable future. Distracting myself from my studies helped me function better. Sure, I might be over doing it, but at least it would be worth it in the long run.

The library was pretty much vacant today. Not a huge surprise there since it’s six in the morning. I sip my iced latte as I go over my calculus notes. God, do I hate math with a deep passion. Now that I’m in my second year of college, I’m adjusting a little better to how much time I need to put into this degree. I’d like to say my time management is A1. Yet still, calculus remains undefeated.

Just then, an americano is gently placed on the desk across from me. I’ve seen that hand before so I’m already aware of who it is that just sat down in the chair in front of me.

 “Hey angel” Jongho says.

I freeze.

I’ve never been called that before. His pet names should make me uncomfortable. Why do I feel different when he says them? Is it because he’s hot? No, that doesn’t make sense though. Plenty of hot people approach me. Well, they don’t look like Jongho either. His brown eyes are so intense, yet I have no fear of looking back. His lips are something too. Don’t even get me started on his physique. Or his hands. Dear God, do I have a crush on him? I only met him once. That doesn’t even make sense. He’s just good looking. No time for anything besides school and work.

“No reply, huh?” Jongho scoffs.

“Um, sorry, but why are you here?”

“Can I not study at the library like everyone else?” He questions smugly. “Hm?”

Well, he does have a point there. “I just meant why did you sit next to me instead of at an empty one? We don’t really know each other.”

“Do I need your permission or something? I saw the pretty boy I met last week and wanted to sit next to him. If it’s an issue I’ll leave, love.”

He just might be the death of me. I know it because I feel my cheeks heat up. “N-no! Uh… its ok. Just shocked is all.” Curse me and my nervous stutter.

“Your stutters are cute so don’t worry about it” Jongho says as he pulls out his notes and laptop. “Now let’s get to studying.”

As we are doing our own agendas, my phone buzzes. I excuse myself from the library to answer the unknown number. “Hello?”

“Yeosang… “ He sing songed “If you don’t bring your ass home right now, we’re going to have a serious problem.”

I freeze. “W-what?”

“You heard me. Unblock my number too.” My father demanded.

“Why w-would I do that?” I try to say bravely.

“Oh, you really want me to hurt you, don’t you?” His tone of voice is so frightening it causes goosebumps to rise my arms. “I’ll be expecting you within the hour. If you’re not here by then… well, you know the rest” He hangs up on me before I can even utter a word. I quickly unblock him. I don’t need any punishments. I should have left South Korea when I ran away. Why did I stay? I question myself as if that was ever an option for me due to my financial circumstances.

I walked back into the library with urgency towards our table. Jongho must have noticed my distress because he stood right before I got there. I hastily put my things in my bag. “What’s wrong Yeosang?” Jongho asks me.

I was really hoping he didn’t ask. “N-no-nothi—” Freak I can’t breathe.

Jongho rushes around the table. “Hey, calm down, alright? Everything is going to be fine. Just breathe for me. You’re really freaking me the fuck out, love” He does what he did last week when he walked me through my panic attack. He crosses my arms over my chest, never letting go of my wrists, and walks me through my breathing. I really am trying to calm down for him, but I just can’t. My mind won’t let me forget my father’s threat. My body moves on autopilot as it fights against Jongho’s hold. “Let me go” I huff out “Jongho pl-please! You don’t understand! I need to go!” I began to beg hysterically. “You don’t get it. I need to leave!”

The librarian comes around the corner, asking us to remove ourselves. Jongho scowls at her but says nothing. He lets me go to pack his things. Once he’s back, he throws my bag over his shoulder, wraps his free arm around my waist and lifts me in a bridal hold to carry me out of the library to his car.

He places me in the passenger seat and walks around to the driver’s side to get in. My begging has been nonstop since we left the library. Jongho sighs. “Please breathe for me, love” He places a hand on my knee and a hand on my chest. “In… and out. In…and out” I eventually get to a point where I could breathe decently. “Just like that. In… and out.”

I calmed down completely and sagged into the car seat. “S-sorry” I apologize. It’s kind of embarrassing that I always have attacks when he’s around.

“No need for that. Just wondering why?” Jongho assures, retracting his hands. “Where is it you need to go and why did it cause this reaction?”

I tense back up. I can’t tell him. He must have read my reaction to his questions. “You don’t have to tell me. It obviously isn’t anyone good with any good reason” He observes my face. After a few seconds, he reaches over and wipes my stray tears. “You’re too pretty to have that much pain behind those eyes.” I could see how genuine he was about that statement. The crease deepening between his eyebrows by hard he was frowning. “Do you have anyone to call? Your best friend?” Eyes never leave my face.

“Umm.. yeah I can try Hwa” I take a deep breath before dialing his number. He answers on the third ring.

“Sangie… its 7:30 in the morning” Seonghwa groans.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. That was dumb of me to forget what time it was. I’ll call you lat--. Hey!” Jongho snatched my phone and put it on speaker and in his lap.

“So, Hwa before he downplays the issue, Yesoang had a panic attack” He narrows his eyes at me. “I don’t want him to be alone when I bring him back. So, can I just bring him to your place?”

“Uh.. We live together. Wait! Who are you?”

“Ok, great. We’re on our way” Jongho hangs up. He was in for a rude awakening when we got back. “Alright, put your address into the gps.”

“I can’t go back right now. I need to go somewhere else. Thanks for calming me down again” I put my hand on the handle about to open it, but Jongho gripped my wrist preventing me from doing so.

“Where the hell else do you need to go? I know you’re not talking about the cause of this whole situation. I’m not letting you be stupid” I flinched from his harsh tone.

“You don’t understand Jongho” Suddenly my hands become the most interesting thing ever.

“Enlighten me on what I’m not understanding then” I can tell he’s really trying to not get frustrated by the way his eyebrow rose.

“Look, I really am thankful, but I don’t want to involve you in my trauma.”

He grabs my hand to get my attention. “I’m not usually one to give a damn, so don’t take my concern lightly. You’re not going to wherever the fuck has you panicking like this. Put your goddamn address in the gps Yeosang” He demands. Feeling like I wouldn’t win this situation I obeyed.

“Was that so difficult?” This guy and his snarky remarks. Sometimes I wish I was more like Hwa. I envy his stubbornness.

Instead of answering him I settled with a pout. I can’t tell if I like the guy or not but one thing’s for sure, he is annoying.

I was looking out the window when Tidal Wave by Chase Atlantic started playing. I couldn’t help but turn to look at Jongho in excitement. “You listen to Chase Atlantic?”

“This is my car so, yes love” I really want to smack that smirk off his face.

“Not many people do around here. No need to be a butt” I roll my eyes at him.

“Mm, so you have a little sassiness to you. I like that” He had the audacity to bite his lip after saying that. Oh, my freaking God!

I feel my whole body heat up. I look out the window to appear nonaffected. That was clearly in vain because I heard his deep chuckle.

Once he arrived in front of Hwa and I’s apartment, he turned off the car and got out with me. I looked over at him in confusion but didn’t question it. He was probably just walking me to the door.

When I got the door opened, I turned around to thank Jongho only for him to walk in. I watched him in disbelief as he scoped our place out. “Uh, I’m home so you can leave now” I say glaring him down.

“So you can go to wherever it is that you shouldn’t? Absolutely the fuck not” He replies.

“I already gave up Jongho. There is no need to go this far” I’m starting to get agitated.

“Love, fear does weird things to our regular way of thinking. Don’t be mad that I don’t believe you. Ok? Let’s just sit down and relax, talk or whatever” He looks down at me as he lifts my chin up, forcing eye contact. When did he get so close? His hands wander down my arms to grab my hands. I can feel the goosebumps rising again.

He guides us to the couch and sits me down. He’s so close I feel his body heat radiating on mine. I don’t like this. This feels wrong. I stand up. “I’m going to get Hwa!” I announced before practically running out to find my best friend.

I walked into his room and found him bundled up in his bed, eyes opened. “Why do you look so flustered Sangie?”

This is so embarrassing. I refuse to acknowledge whatever is happening with Jongho. Therefore, I ignored him. “Can I have a hug please?” I pout.

“Oh, you are so annoying. Come here, big baby” He opened his arms.

I ran and flopped on him. I really needed this. “Hwa. He called me today” I forced the words out my mouth, afraid they’d never come out.

With that Seonghwa jumps up from the bed. “And said what?”

Chapter Text

Yeosang’s POV

“I don’t know what he wants either, but he clearly desperately wants me back. He demanded I’m back at the house within the hour. I won’t be able to make it though because forty minutes has already gone by, and you know the drive back home is about an hour away. He’s going to be so mad Hwa. We have already discovered what happens when I don’t listen. What if he finds out our address?”

“Sangie.” Hwa says.

“Actually, it was only a matter of time anyways. I’m more concerned with him taking me away. I’m not strong enough to make a difference if I fight back. This is why I should have taken those defense classes. Maybe I should just run away again. I can just put school on hold and work until I know for sure he’ll leave me alone. What if he never leaves me alone? I don’t think he’ll ever leave me alone though. It will never stop. What do I do?” I guess during my rant I removed myself from Hwa’s hold and began to pace.

“Sangie…Please listen to me. You have me. I can help. We are and will always be in this together” Hwa says soothingly, trying to comfort me.

“That’s not enough!” Hwa flinches with a hurt look on his face. “I am aware you’re here for me but what can you really do Hwa? He’ll beat both of us bloody then sell us to the highest bidder.” Hwa hurt expression is still on his face as he drops his head in his hands. “I don’t feel like talking anymore. I just came to tell you Jongho is here” I say before exiting his room and going back into the living room. I take my spot next to Jongho with new space between us.

“You good Angel?” He asks.

“Will you ever stop?” I say glaring at him. He doesn’t respond. Just raises his eyebrow in a questioning way. “With the pet names?”
“Do you want me to stop?”

“Yes” I say with no hesitation. He only nods in response.

Seonghwa comes in and takes a seat by himself on the loveseat. “Are you the rude guy who I spoke with on the phone earlier?” Seonghwa as blunt as ever gets right into it.

“That would be me” Jongho answers. He really had a death wish.

“Have you got no respect?”

“Are you that upset about me not telling you my name? Jongho. There you happy?” Seonghwa scowls.

“Fucking bitch!” I stood up to block Jongho from Seonghwa before he could fully launch from the couch. He sits back down still cursing under his breath.

“Can you please act like adults please?’ I asked, annoyed. I don’t have time for this.

“Gosh how old are we?” I mumbled under my breath.

“21” Jongho deadpans. Well, that explains his entitled personality.

“Why is he here?” Hwa asks me.

“I’m here because your bestie here was being a dumbass” Jongho says. He kind of scares me when he talks with a blank face like that. His statement was also uncalled for.

“One, watch your mouth. Two, that doesn’t answer why you’re in my house” Seonghwa’s face screams with how much he wants him to say something out of line.

“Hwa. Please? I can’t do this right now” I plead. That seems to make him relax. He gives me an apologizing glance before sighing.

“My name is Seonghwa. Hwa is reserved for Sangie only.”

“Sangie..cute” Jongho says smirking.

“That would be reserved also.” Seonghwa says sharply.

“Do you guys want to watch something to pass time?” I suggest. Since I was trapped, I might as well not suffer. I don’t even give them the chance to voice their own suggestions. I turned on the TV and went to the drama I hadn’t finished.

“Of course, its romance” Jongho says leaned back in a man spread.

“What’s wrong with romance?” I questioned.

“Unrealistic. Cringey. Shall I go on?”

“But that’s what makes me like it. Because love sucks in real life, I like watching these types of movies where I can only dream of such” I countered.

I get two shocked stares in return. Of course, I would love to be loved. I thrive on affection. I just don’t think it could happen. Genuine love doesn’t exist. Seonghwa excluded.
Jongho’s stare brings a flush to my cheeks.

“What?”

“That’s deep” Jongho says.

“As if you’d know deep” Seonghwa says rolling his eyes. Thankfully, Jongho ignores his insult.
When the next episode ends Jongho speaks up. “We should probably exchange numbers.” I don’t reply causing him to continue. “Have a hunch we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other. I want to be able to help you make better decisions also.”

“Hey! I make good decisions” I pout. I grabbed my phone and handed it to him.

“Will you not unlock it for me?” jongho deadpans.

“O-oh yeah. Sorry, I don’t exchange numbers often.” I flush, unlock my phone, and hand it back over.

“There you go” He hands it back “Now you can contact me instead of us just bumping into each other randomly.”

“Oh ok. Are you leaving?” I ask shyly.

“Do you want me to?”

“You can stay if you want.”

Jongho stretches and goes back to manspreading, checking his phone. I guess that’s his answer. “What year are you in?” he asks.

“I’m in my second year of computer science. Hwa is in his second year too but in finance.”
“Pretty sure he wasn’t asking about me” Seonghwa says.

“Pretty damn sure I’ll be seeing more of you too so I might as well know” Jongho answers.
Seonghwa rolls his eyes and announces he’s starting lunch, leaving Jongho and I alone. I busy myself by trying find a movie for us to watch. We sat in silence for a while. Curse the lack of social skill I possess. “W-what’s your major?” I asked him after finally finding something to start up a conversation.

“Economics.” He answers not looking up from his phone. He seems to be texting someone. I pout at not having his full attention. “Took you long enough to ask Angel.” He says still concentrating on his phone. I chose not to answer since his phone had his undivided attention. I scrolled through my Instagram feed to fully ignore him with a pout on my face. “My attention is yours now love” Jongho says after a while with a smirk.

Don’t think I will ever get used to how fond I am of him calling me love or angel. This man is a stranger yet still I’m quite comfortable with the petnames. “Why do you call me love and angel? We’re not that close.” I asked him, catching his gaze.

“Do they make you uncomfortable?”

“No…But why?” I bring my knees up to my chest to rest my head on.

“Have no idea but it is quite fitting, don’t you think?” He answers never breaking our shared eye contact. “You know, it’s surprising how much I want to be around you. You’re not someone I’d usually have in my presence.”

Well, that hurt. At times like this, I really wish I had Seonghwa’s personality. “No one’s forcing you to be here.”

“My point exactly. Yet here I am, not wanting to go. I’ve only met you twice, but I have this weird sort of protectiveness towards you. I don’t know what it means. It’s very unusual me.”

I chose not to answer due to me not knowing how to. It’s weird. I don’t even understand why I don’t mind his presence. Usually, I get uncomfortable around strangers.

“LUNCH IS READY! COME EAT!” Hwa yells from the kitchen. I gestured for Jongho to follow me. Jongho and I took a seat next to each other across from Seonghwa.

We ate in silence until my phone interrupted. Not recognizing the number I decline the call but it immediately lit back up with the same number calling back. Assuming it was something of importance I answered this time around.

“Hello.”

“You’ve made me angry sweetheart”
I tense up and make eye contact with Hwa. “I-I—“ I turn to Jongho with a lack of words. Sensing my distress Jongho took the phone.

“May I ask who’s speaking?” Jongho asked.

“Who the hell are you?”

“Pretty sure that isn’t an answer to my question. If this continues to be one sided I’ll just hang up.”

“Are you the new guy whoring my son?”

“Excuse me?!”

“Well…hopefully you make the money I made and much more before I take him back” he chuckled.

Jonghos grip tightens on the phone before he hangs up and slams it on the table.

“Are you ok Jongho? Did he say something?” I ask him.

Jonghos stare lingered on me for a few seconds before he spoke. “What did he do to you Yeosang?”

“H-huh?”

“What the fuck was that?!”

“I don’t u-understand” I whisper. Fear creeping up my spine.

“Does he pimp you out? And you were gonna go back?!” His second question made me flinch at its aggression.

“You don’t understand. Don’t speak on things you don’t get” I barely got the words out from how heavy my tongue felt. My lisp was coming out more evident due to nerves.

“The hell is wrong with you?” Jongho asked.

“Watch your fucking mouth asshole!” Seonghwa yells.

“He was going to willing walk back into the arms of his pimp. Excuse me for not understanding” he really was a butt for that.

“You don’t get the consequences of not listening to him. He will drag me back if necessary. He has no regards of letting me go ever. And I ran away almost 2 years ago” I chuckle humorously. “No matter if I block him or not. You know he came to my last job before. I had to quit so he wouldn’t find me. I felt so bad because I couldn’t help Hwa make rent that month. He has no will to let me go Jongho, that’s the problem. Don’t speak as if I want to be sold out” I finish looking down in my lap.

It becomes too silent so I excuse myself to my room. I take off my sweats leaving me in just my hoodie, and get under my blanket in bed and space out. After a while I hear a knock.
“Come in” I say assuming its Hwa.

To my surprise, Jongho is the one to step in. “Look… I’m sorry for what I said in there. It was insensitive” he starts.

“Hm.” I hum in replying sitting up. I see Jonghos gaze drops down before catching my eyes again. “Didn’t take you long to get comfortable I see.”

“Well this is my room” I softly snap back. I watch him take in my posters around my room. Once I see him burst out laughing, I immediately become defensive. “What’s so funny?”

“Nanami? I would have never guessed” he’s full on laughing now. I pout.

“So?”

“Cute. Anyways let’s talk” he takes a seat on the edge of my bed and pats the spot beside him. I scoot down to the edge only to catch him staring. “Due to the sake of me wanting to respect you.. I’m gonna need you to pull that hoodie dow. Extremely distracting angel.”
I blush and pull my hoodie down. “Sorry” I mumble. “What did you want to talk about?” I continue.

“Let me help you?”

I scoff. I’m so tired of this. “That’s not a possibility.”

He chuckles humorlessly. “You really don’t know who I am huh?” He smirked at my confusion. “Look, think of it as me protecting you.”

“Jongho, my dad is mixed with some messed up people. I would never want to get more people involved. I already feel bad about Hwa. I refuse to put my burdens on you.” I’m proud of how determined I sound.

“Dad?” I tense. Did he not know? “Yeosang” I almost squeak at him using my real name.

“Your burdens are now mine. That’s not a bad thing. I can and will protect you. Think of me as your new bodyguard if you must but I’m not going anywhere. I’ll do whatever it takes and that’s my promise to you personally angel. Shit, if you say the words I’ll even take him out the maps for you babe.”

I squirm in confusion at the arousal I got from his words. He’s just being supportive so why am I soaked? I’m not sure if I saw it right, but I could’ve sworn he’s eyes narrowed when I looked back up at him.

“T-thank you Jongho but he’s really not worth it” I say.

“Oh trust me, he is” he grips my chin gently the way he did earlier. “Do you want him gone?”

I gasp. “You’re scaring me. What are you the Mafia?” I say trying to decrease the thick tension between us. All I got was a head tilt.

“Oh my freaking god! Your in the mafia?!! Absolutely not. I’ve read too many fanfics about these types of scenarios. Get out of my house right now!”

He laughs. “I’m not in the mafia love. I swear” he finished laughing before continuing.

“Fanfics huh? You just keep on shocking me. Yet again, it’s always the innocent ones.”
Why can’t I ever stop embarrassing myself around this man. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Look, if you want to give it a try with protecting me I’ll let you. Ok?”

He pulls me on his lap so that we’re facing each other. “That’s all I wanted to hear” he said with his deep voice.

“W-what are you doing?!” I squeak.

Chapter Text

Yeosang POV

Jongho’s hands glide up my thighs to rest on my waist. He shifts me closer so that we’re only an inch or two away and doesn’t do anything but stare right back at me.

“Jongho? Are you ok? Do you need a hug?” I questioned.

He began to rub soothing circles on my waist. “Angel, you can’t be that oblivious” he said.

“Do you need a hug?” I asked him again confusedly. The tension between us was becoming too thick. It felt like the room was full of heavy fog. What's even worse is that along with my panties being soaked, I was now throbbing.

Jongho’s grip tightened. “To wear that clueless expression with your body reacting the way it is has got to be a talent. I can feel you and there’s nothing innocent about it” he said with a smirk.

“I'm sorry?” I really hope he doesn’t mean what I think he does.

“I can feel you pulsating love. Tell me what’s got you all bothered.” Smirk never leaving his face.

“Oh my god!” I attempted to get off his lap, but his iron tight grip didn’t allow me to move, not even an inch. “I’m s-sorry! This is so embarrassing.” I whine and cover my face. “Just forget this happened.”

“Nothing to be embarrassed about. I’ll take that hug though” Jongho fully pulls me in to properly wrap his arms around my lower back in an embrace.

I hugged him back, laying my head on his shoulder. “Jongho?” I call out.

“Hm?” He answers.

“I’m scared he’ll find me and take me back.”

“I’m here now.” I remain silent. “I know you don’t believe that I can actually help so I’ll let my actions speak for me. But rest assured Angel, I’m here now.”

“You must think I’m pathetic.”

“Whether you believe it or not, you’re stronger than you allow yourself to believe.” I, again, choose not to answer him. “We’re just now getting to know each other, and I already hate the way that pretty little brain of your works” he said. He pulled back from our hug and tucked a stray lock back behind my ear.

“Yeah, me too” I say. For a moment Jongho and I remained quiet. It’s like our eyes refused to unlock from one another. As if looking away would cause us physical pain. I loved the way he looked at me. Jongho was looking at me like I was his world. His one desire. His everything. And oh how I longed to be just that to someone.

“Angel” He called.
“Huh?” I answered. My eyes drop down to his lips.

“I’ve called you four times. What are you thinking about?” He began to rub circles on my waist again.

“You” I say before I could even filter that answer out. Why the freak would I admit that.

“Specifics?” he asked, leaning into the crook of my neck to place a kiss.

What shocked me the most wasn’t that I had a sexy man kissing up and down my neck. The shock was how I had not once resisted or flinched away. What was this man doing to me?

Jongho wrapped his veiny hand around my neck, applying light pressure, and placed a chaste kiss under my ear before he leaned back to look me dead in the eye. His free hand traveled down to my left butt cheek and squeezed roughly. He bit his lip and said “Fuck, Princess! You’re a walking sin.”

I moaned. At this point I was more than aware of the wet spot I had imprinted on the front of his pants. He was really turning me on. This is the only time in my life that I have welcomed my reactions to any sexual encounter. I couldn’t be bothered to think about that as of now though. I want him to touch me. “Please” I whined out. I wrapped both of my hands around his hand that gripped my neck.

“Yeosang, as much as I would love to ruin you, I don’t think now is the best time to it.” Jongho removes my hands from his wrists and holds my hands. I really like being in his lap. Might be my new favorite location. I really am trying to get my head back in its regular mindset, but my thoughts seem to be foggy and mostly only consists of horny right now. That within itself is weird. I’ve never had this happen before. Another thing I need to research.

“J-Jongho…” I pout because I forgot what came after me calling his name. I almost cry as his face hardens.

He searches my eyes for a few seconds before, I assume, he found what he was looking for. He mutters a cuss word to himself before he turns his focus back to me. “How are you feeling?” he asks.

“I don’t know. I’m really confused about what is happening, Jongho. Do you know what’s wrong with me?” I pout.

“Think you might be on the outer banks of subspace.” I must have taken a long blink because suddenly Jongho is now carrying me towards my bathroom. When he gets the door opened, he places me on the counter and stays between my legs.

“Subspace?” I question. The position we are in is not helping my current condition. If anything, I think I’m throbbing and leaking more now.

“It’s a headspace only submissives receive. It’s a trance-like experience. A sub may feel detached from reality or experience intimacy with their dom. The brain releases endorphins after a session, usually in the BDSM scene, and makes the sub feel really good. It’s the ultimate satisfaction for a submissive.” Jongho answers as he begins to remove my hoodie.

“But we didn’t do any of that, did we?” Now I’m just confused.
“In a sense, no. However, you were rather submissive. I’m thinking you may just naturally be that way and are extremely sensitive. Everyone is different. This is my fault I shouldn’t have touched you. Let’s get you in the shower though.” He said, placing me on the ground.

“Is there something wrong with me?” hearing him say he shouldn’t have touched me really hurt my feelings. I feel my eyes water. “Am I not good enough for you? Do I need to be less submissive?” I began to cry.

“Shit! Wait I didn’t say that as a bad thing angel. I just shouldn’t have been thinking with my dick. You’re perfect. Ok?” He pulled me into a tight embrace. “I’m sorry.”

“Then can you touch me please? Please Jongho. I can’t think with my pussy throbbing so hard.” I cry out.

Jongho pulls back and stares at me in disbelief. “Are you manipulating me?...Wow…I’ll help you cum but after we will be having a conversation.”

He shoves my boy shorts down, leaving me naked, then lifts me back on the bathroom counter. He gives my body a once over before stopping at my boobs. Most people don’t notice them because of how tiny they are. They’re hard to miss at this moment though because of how perky my nipples are. “A walking sin.” Jongho says before taking one of them into his mouth. He used his teeth to tease my nipple making me moan. It wasn’t long before he moved on to the next one making sure it wasn’t neglected. With his free hand he cupped my pussy. “This what you want?”

“Yes please” I moan out. I don’t want this to end.

“Because you asked so nicely” He said kissing at my jawline. He inserts his middle finger making me whimper. While using his thumb to caress my clit he inserts a second finger.

“Oh, my freaking god!” I moaned out. I guess I was too loud because he slaps a hand over my mouth.

“I want to hear you, but I don’t think Seonghwa does Princess.” And if I wasn’t already flushed enough, I flush even more. How had I forgotten about my bestfriends whereabouts in this home.

He begins to pump faster, eyes never leaving my face. The abuse on my clit doesn’t stop either. Oh I was so close. I start to gyrate my hips as pleasure overtakes me. I felt an unfamiliar feeling build up in my stomach. “I-Im gonna cu---” Before I could finish, my eyes rolled into the back of my head and I squirted all over him. I couldn’t bring myself to care though as another wave of pleasure overtook me. I trembled as I rode out my orgasm.

When I came back down from my high, I froze. I couldn’t bring myself to look him in the eye after that. “I’m so sorry” I rush out. “I’ve never done that before. Like, that’s never happened at all. Didn’t even know I was capable of doing that. I didn’t mean to get it all over you either. I can check my closet to see if I have any clothes that will fit you. I only ever heard Hwa talk about squirting. I really didn’t know—”

“Please shut the fuck up Angel” he laughs. “It’s ok. I promise. It was the hottest shit ever. Clearly no one was hitting the right spots. How about we take a shower, and then we find something to wear after? Ok?”

“Y-yeah. Right o-of course. You can take one first.” I say pushing at his chest to move him back.

“I meant together though” He said, tilting his head.

“Um I don’t… I’m not comfortable with that.” I say finally looking up.

“Alright, well, find me something to wear in the meantime” he takes a step back to let me off the counter. Before I could take my exit out the bathroom he started removing his clothes. I froze when I saw what was underneath his shirt. This man was ripped but not the scary bulky kind. His upper body was defined so divinely. A sheet of sweat made his abs glisten so heavenly. I wonder what they looked like covered in my cum.

“What. The. Heck.” I mumble to myself. I turn around without looking at him and rush out of the bedroom into my bedroom. I sit on the floor in front of my bed. When I hear the shower running, I let out a loud sigh and drop my head in my hands.

What is going on with me since I met Jongho. I swear to God I’ve never had thoughts like this. I felt like a teenager with their first crush after puberty. In a way, this is my first time having a crush on someone. Well, a crush that gets me aroused so easily. But that aside, why did he not question my genitals? I am a boy with a vagina. That is not something you stumble across every day. What if he thinks I’m a freak after today? What if he never speaks to me again? I pause at that thought. I feel like I’m getting attached to him too quickly. Maybe that’s what I need, some space.

I walk to my closet to find some clothes for him. After finding the biggest sweats and hoodie I own, I hear the bathroom door open. I walk over to him, practically straining to keep my eyes away from the towel wrapped around his waist. “Here” I say handing him my clothes.

He thanks me and gets dressed right there. I dropped my head immediately.

I hear him chuckle. “I’m done, Angel.”

“Ok. I’ll go shower. Just head back to the living room and keep Hwa company.”

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“Isn’t it better if we just get along for Yeosang’s sake?” I hear Jongho say.

“I think I’ve been quite kind to you” Hwa says. “Don’t get too comfortable though.”

“Why not? Isn’t it clear I’m interested in him?” That’s not good.

“No, you aren’t. You just find him attractive. I’ve seen your looks. You’re just like all these other disgusting dudes roaming around. You see something pretty and want to taint it.”

“Well of course I am. Who wouldn’t?” He chuckles. You have got to be freaking lying.

“Well, that won’t happen” I say, finally making my presence known.

“Oh it will, Love” Jongho says eyeing my shorts. “Anyways… where do you want to have that talk?”

I hesitate. “I think maybe you should go home.” My words don’t match my body. I feel a longing to be close to him again.

He says nothing. Just tits his head. “Jongho, I’m serious. I need some time alone.”

“I see what you’re doing. Just don’t think you’re getting out of this conversation. We will talk. I’ll see how you’re feeling tomorrow.” Jongho says.

“He just said he doesn’t want to talk asshole!” Hwa says making me giggle.

“Its ok Hwa. Ill text you ok Jongho?”

“All I wanted to hear” He walks to the door with me following. “See ya tomorrow, Angel.” He says, Then leaves.

I sigh and flop over to the couch. I reach for the remote only for it to be snatched away.

“Oh no, we need to talk about whatever the hell that was.”

I dash to my room.

Chapter Text

Yeosang’s POV

Why the freak, did I do that? I should have just heard the lecture Hwa had in store for me to get it over with. Now here I am the next morning, eating my breakfast, unwillingly listening to him frustratedly rant about how much he hated my moans. I rolled my eyes in annoyance. “I wasn’t even that loud” I groan.

“You were loud enough for me to hear those said moans! Why would you even let him fuck you? You literally just met him. What’s gotten into you these last couple of days?” He interrogates.

“Nothing has gotten into me Hwa. I don’t know what’s going on either, ok? I promise you I am more confused than you are right now.” And that was the truth. In the short time I’ve met him, I let him get closer than anyone I have met after befriending Hwa. I honestly have no other words to describe the feelings I have when it comes to Jongho. He just makes me feel safe and that’s something I have not had in forever. “You know I’ll tread lightly Hwa, so relax.”

“Don’t be mad at me for caring. Anyways, I’ve got to go. I’ll see you later Sangie. Be safe” Hwa said throwing his bag over his shoulder and walking out the door.

“You too” I say more to myself.

Since I have no classes, work, or plans today, I throw myself on the living room couch and snuggle in my fluffy blanket to watch a movie. Not long after my phone chimes.

Jongho: Good morning Angel

I short circuit. Why is this idiot sending me random good morning texts. I answered back only for him to immediately text me back.

Me: Morning

Jongho: Lets have that talk

Why does he want to have this talk so bad? What could be so important. I freeze. What if he wants answers about my body? Maybe we should have this talk. I really enjoy his company.

Me: Are you free right now?

Jongho: You at home?

Me: Yeah

Jongho: Otw

“Well, that was easy.” Safe to say, my ‘keeping distance plan’ is out the window. I really hope our conversation goes well. I’m still very anxious to know what it is exactly he wants to discuss though.

A few minutes later, a knock sounded on the door. That was quick. I get up and open the door and am greeted with that sexy face I’m starting to obsess over.

“H-hi” I said, giving him a shy little wave.

“What’s up Angel?”

I moved out the way to let him in. Jongho settles down on the couch next to my blanket while I hover awkwardly near the door. “Come sit. Don’t be nervous” he said while patting my blanket.

“S-sorry” I shyly walk over to him to take a seat. I’m too nervous to start the conversation so I remain silent.

Jongho pushes my fallen hair behind my ear. “Relax, ok? Its nothing bad that I want to talk about. I’m just curious about something.”

I knew it. “About my body right?” I questioned.

He nods. “Don’t feel like you need to tell me, but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t confused yesterday. Are you trans?”

“I was born intersex. Which means I’m a boy with female genitalia. I know I’m a freak of nature but please just keep this to yourself. I already get weird looks as it is. I really don’t want to add another reason to that.”

“One, you don’t get weird looks, Angel. People find you attractive. They’re admiring your beauty. So, throw that irrational insecurity out that mind of yours. Ok?” He says lifting my chin towards him. Forcing that intense eye contact once again.

“Ok” I muttered staring back.

“Also, I know this is personal, but do you get periods and all that other stuff?”

I yank my head out of his grip to cover my face. “Um, yes actually, I do get periods, but they aren’t regular. They usually come about every three to four months. And what other stuff are you talking about?”

“Like pregnancy, love” Jongho answered clearly holding in his laugh. “Do I need to heed caution of that?”

“Why would you ask it like that? Oh my freaking god! No, I’m not fertile. No need to worry.”

“Thank god!” he said dramatically.

“You’re terrible” I giggled, moving my hair out of my face. “So… are we ok?”

“Was there some type of doubt I was unaware of?” he said with a tilt to his head.

“I guess it was just me then. Anyways, you should probably get going.”

“Kicking me out after we had a relationship building conversation is wild Baby.”

I tense. “Please don’t call me that” I mumble. Ugh, just when I think I’m ok. “And I just assumed you had plans was all.”

“It takes nothing to clear up my schedule for you.”

“Don’t say it like that, dummy. You’re making it sound all flirty.” I laughed and hit him lightly on the shoulder.

“What’s wrong with that? I like flirting with you” he said with a stoic face.

“You kind of scare me when you do that Jongho.”

“Do what?” He lifts my legs to prop them on his thighs.

I watch him knead my tibia. He really knows what he’s doing. “Sometimes you say things with no emotion and it’s a little freaky.”

“Mm. What else do you notice about me?” he hums.

I mentally face palm. Why does he never take anything seriously. I push his shoulder yet again. “Jongho” I pout “I’m being serious here.”

“Yeah, yeah. Anyways, have you eaten? And where is bunny face?” he asks looking around.

“Hwa had morning classes. Since when did you come up with that name?” I question. If Hwa heard him call him that he would be livid.

“Don’t avoid my question Angel” he states with a squeeze to my shin.

“Ow! I had some pineapple earlier, you butt.” I snap while rubbing the soreness away.

“Don’t act like you don’t cuss now” he replied.

“I don’t, what do you mean?”

“I’ve seen you in action and let me just say, you do not play fair” he smirks at my confusion.

It takes me a few seconds to get what he is hinting at but when the realization hits me, I flip over on the couch and bury my face in my blanket, waiting until my oh-so-growing embarrassment consumes me and takes me away from this life. “Why did you have to bring that up?” I mumble into my blanket.

“What was it again? Something about your pussy throbbing so hard?”

“Please, just shut up please. Ill do anything for us to just forget that memory.” I beg.

“I couldn’t forget it even if I tried. But there is something else I wanted to bring up. So sit back up for me Love” he said with a pat to my butt. I really like how gentle he is verbally and physically. Might be my guilty pleasure.

I sit back up and fold my legs. “Yeah?”

“Once again you don’t have to talk about it if you’re not comfortable” he reassures.

“You’re making me anxious.”

“My bad. I just felt the need to say it again before I got to it. I just wanted to know if you’ve ever felt the way you did yesterday.”

I tilt my head in confusion. “In what sense?”

“Like subspace. I know you didn’t know the name or meaning but have you ever experienced it? Because you really fucking scared me. I thought you were going to drop. I mean, sure, I’m experienced but I was caught off guard.”

“Um, well, I don’t think so. I also don’t remember a lot of my encounters though.”

“Alright well ill tread lightly next time.”

“You don’t have to treat me like I’m fragile, you know?” I retort, not forgetting to roll my eyes.

Why am I annoyed all of a sudden? I just came to the conclusion that I liked his gentleness. Conflicted can’t even compare to the confusion I’m in. I like it when Jongho is gentle, but I also want him to throw me around? I might have to consult with Hwa about this later.

“Mm… so what do you want Angel?” he says blankly. Why is he doing this to me?

“Um, I don’t know.” I shyly put my head down. I really hate my mouth sometimes.

“Oh, you know. You tell me when you’re ready too.” That was really freaking sexy. Maybe it isn’t a good idea for him to stay.

Not wanting to actually kick him out, I wrap myself back in my blanket and press play to start my movie again. Throughout the movie I see Jongho take glances my way, that are in my opinion too long to be subtle. I don’t bother addressing it though. I like his eyes on me.

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Seonghwa’s POV

After my class ended and I finally had a little free time before my shift at the café, I decided to treat myself to lunch. There’s this new place that opened a few weeks back that has such a pretty interior design that I’ve been meaning to try it out anyway. Due to me not knowing exactly where it is, I had been trying to find the address as I head that way. The name was something like Pure Delights? Once I finally found it on Maps, I lift my head and solely focus on getting to what might be my new favorite place. Well, that is, other than my bed.

When I arrived, I deeply regretted not checking if the place was busy. This place was too packed for my liking. If there was one thing I hated, it would be too many people in one area. I barely even go to malls. Why does nothing I spontaneously do go according to plan? I sigh and go to turn around but just before I could take a step back outside, I’m bombarded and knocked off my feet. With no hesitation I get back up to cuss this tall motherfucker out but as I said earlier, nothing spontaneous ever goes as planned. This man was so fucking sexy. Like why couldn’t it be some mid dude that knocked me down. It just had to be this sexy man with a strong as jawline and oh am I a sucker for a nice jawline.

“Watch where you’re going.” the guy said coldly.

I came to a screeching halt as I tilted my head at him. The fucking audacity. “I beg your finest fucking pardon? You’re the dickhead that knocked me to the ground. Not the other way around. So, apologize.” It’s always the attractive ones. Shaking my head.

The man blinked down at me two, three, four times, then walked around me into the restaurant. I couldn’t believe this was happening in such a beauty. I could just let it go; I think to myself.

Oh, shut the hell up. We all know I don’t have it in me to let shit go. Me and this bitch stranger got kicked out for causing a scene. Well, more of I caused a scene and he looked at me like I was crazy. I regret nothing.

“All you had to do was say sorry dickhead! Now look what happened!” I yelled at him.

He still seems so unfazed by me which is so annoying. “You’re definitely not getting one now. You got me kicked out because you wanted to throw a fucking bitch fit.”

“Now you want to talk?! You have got to be fucking kidding me. It’s just the principle. You knocked me to the floor, didn’t apologize, and then chose to ignore me the whole time I was addressing you. Do I not have the right to be upset? This could’ve all been resolved had you just said sorry dickhead!” I spazzed out. It’s like I was talking to a brick wall.

“Don’t blame me for you being a firecracker. You could’ve gone on with your life. Are you even an adult because you aren’t acting like one.” He responded calmly.

Oh, I’m about to rock his shit. “I’m 20 years old jerk! I just wanted to enjoy my free time since I barely ever have any but now its all ruin because of your rudeness.”

“Think the only rude one here is you sweetheart.” He spoke.

I freeze. “Don’t call me that.” I made the decision to be the bigger person and leave. I’m too pretty to be in jail. I pray my shift goes smoothly. I really can’t deal today.

I only had 2 more hours to go before the end of my shift and I’m glad it has been quiet. That was exactly what I needed. I bring some dirty dishes the back to the kitchen. Not long after I heard the chimes of the shop door opening.

Once I make it back behind the register I sigh in defeat at who it is. At this point, the universe doesn’t want to see me happy. Whatever it takes to ruin my already shitty say right.

Due to my setting at the moment, I decide to keep it professional. “Welcome in” I say with the nicest smile I could muster up. “What can I get you?”

“Just my luck” the guy that gave me hell earlier mumbled. “I’ll get the barley tea.”

I nod typing in his order. As soon as he finishes paying I hand him his receipt and get started on his tea.

“Here’s your order” I call out after finishing.

Without saying thanks he takes his tea and walks towards the exit. Before he walked out he pauses. With a deep sigh he turned back towards me. “Look I’m sorry for fucking up your free time earlier. And thanks for the tea Seonghwa.” And without waiting for a reply, he walks out.

I stand there in disbelief. I honestly don’t care about his guilt nor apology at this point.

I still don’t like him.

Yeosang’s POV

Jongho is shirtless in my bed.
Jongho is shirtless and also tatted up in my bed.
Oh my freaking god.

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Yeosang’s POV

Why did he choose my bed out of all his options? Why did he also choose to do so shirtless? Oh my god what if he’s naked?!

“Hi.” I stood awkwardly near my bed not sure if I could handle getting in bed next to him. This all seemed too intimate for me. I’ve never shared a bed with anyone besides Hwa so this is all new to me. It feels too domestic to be comfortable.

Reaching over the bed to peek under the blanket. I couldn’t stop my doubt of him being clothed. “Dying of curiosity?” Jongho said in a deep husky sleep filled voice.

“Oh my god” I said with a flinch “Y-you scared me. I um.. I was just making sure you had clothes on. Nothing weird, ok? I promise I’m not a pervert.” I blurt out.

With a chuckle he said “Relax love. I have boxers on as we speak.”

Only boxers is actually insane for this to be his first time in my bed. “I didn’t know you had tattoos. I like them. Especially the butterfly right there.” I said pointing under his right collar bone. I sat down next to him on my bed and criss crossed my legs while I faced him.

“You know what they say about butterfly tatts right?” he said. I shook my head. “I like em nasty.” He answered with a smirk.

My jaw dropped as I stared at him. “Why are you always so explicit? And who even says that?”  I said once I collected myself back together. I brought my knees to my chest. “I’ve literally never heard that before.”

“You have an inner freak for sure. Nothing to be embarrassed about.” He shrugged.

I hate him.

I threw the closest thing near me, which happened to be a pillow, and chucked it at Jongho. “I hate you.”

“Hey, don’t be upset angel. I just sense under this innocent angel façade of yours is a little sex demon.” He chuckled.

“Of course.”

“You’re the first guy I’ve ever…” I dragged, not sure how to put my thoughts into the right words. Jongho looked at me patiently, allowing me to properly voice myself a little more comfortably. “I mean you know a little bit of my past, so… you know you’re not physically my first, but in a way you kind of are? You’re the first guy I’ve ever actually been interested in. That I like being around and feel comfortable being with, well besides Hwa. But like in an intimate type of way. And I know this sounds like some love confession, but I promise it’s not. I just don’t want you thinking I get attached too easily or I’m some obsessive freak. I mean... because I clearly am not obsessed with you. I just think you are extremely… attractive? Which is still a little weird for me since I’ve always ignored things like attraction. Ugh oh my god!” I quickly hushed myself by snatching the pillow I threw at him back, placing it in my lap, and barreling my head into it. “Please shut up” I mumbled.

I hear a deep chuckle come from Jongho. “It’s ok Angel. I like your little rambles. They’re cute. I wish I came into your life sooner rather than later. But it’s okay now. I’ll show you what a true man looks like. How he’s supposed to treat his special someone. I’ll show you not only with my words but with my actions. I promise you you’re safe with me always.”

I think I really like him. Am I moving too fast? I still feel like I should slow down. Just enough for him to show his true colors, I think to myself. “You’ll believe me with time so take as long as you need to.” He states confidently.

My stomach erupted in butterflies. I felt a faint flush creep up my neck. “Can I have a hug?” I ask as I peeked up at him.

He pulled me up into his lap. “You know you don’t need to ask for them, right?” Jongho questions.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and tugged myself closer to him by hooking my arms around his neck. “Consent means something to me.” I answered and buried my face in his neck.

He wrapped one arm around my waist and the other caressed up and down my back. We basked in a comfortable silence for some time.

But, of course, all good things come to an end. Jongho’s phone vibrates interrupting our peaceful space. He picks up without moving our positions.

“What?” He paused as he waits for a reply from the other side of the line. “You called me for that bullshit?” He listened to the response. He must of heard something he really didn’t like going off how his body tensed. “Give me 40 minutes. I’ll be there.” He said with finality and hung up.

He gently pushes me back before turning my head up with both hands to force eye contact. “I’m sorry love, I’ve got some business to handle.” Even his apologetic face was sexy. How is that fair to everyone else?

I pout up at him. “Do you have to?” I try to trap him with my big doe eyes.

“Don’t do that. Don’t look at me like that right now. That’s not fair love.”

“No, what’s not fair is you leaving me alone.” I pout harder. “I kind of don’t like you right now. You know what? You can leave.” I said getting out of his lap.

“Don’t be a brat. I’ll be back once everything is taken care of.”

“Ok whatever.”

“Fix that pretty face by the time I get back Angel” he demands as he walked out my room and down the hall. “That only turns me on” was the last thing I heard followed by a light slam of the front door.

I stood there in disbelief. I’m a little upset that he really left me alone.

I picked up my phone to check the time only to see 4 messages from Hwa.

Bestie<3

Otw home!

Bestie<3

I think someone is following me

Bestie<3

Pls

*Location sent*

I called the cops immediately only for them to dismiss my problem as not that serious and to call them back after 48 hours. I grabbed my keys and dashed to my car.

~~~

“Seonghwa!”

“Seonghwa!”

Tears stream down my face as I am faced with no reply. I ran further into the alley hoping what I found was nothing that would rip me apart.

Continuing to walk deeper into the alleyway I come to a halt when I noticed a puddles of blood trailing further into the alley which led me to a limp figure.

“Hwa?” I called desperately as I recognized the figure. “Oh my god.” I said and rushed over.

“Mm” Hwa hummed. His eyes rolled to the back of his head.

“Im going to call an ambulance, okay?” I said and pulled out my phone to dial the number.

“Please, no” he winced in pain as he attempted to sit up.

“Hwa you’re hurt be careful and stay where you are. I’m going to call the ambulance so you can be properly healed.”

“Just beat up. Nothing broken. Just want to be wash up and lay down” he mumbled.

“Okay but if anything is broken, I’m taking you to the hospital.” I declared.

I helped him up cautiously and we slowly made it to my car. Before I pull off, I strap him in. “You don’t have to talk about it now, but I want to make sure you’re okay later. I know how you get.”

~~~

Seonghwa has said nothing since we made it back to our apartment. His eyes seemed a little distant and glazed over. At first, I thought he was drunk but that’s out of character for him realistically. Something isn’t right though.

Once I got him cleaned up, I laid him down in his bed. I heard my phone vibrate and picked up the phone knowingly.

“I’m on my way back as promised. Did you fix you’re face already?” Jongho jokingly asked.

“Um… I don’t think now is a good time. Maybe tomorrow?” I suggested.

“What’s wrong?” He said with seriousness.

“I’m not entirely sure but Hwa was hurt. We just got back to the apartment not too long ago. He seems off though. He hasn’t talked since I picked him up either. Only little hums.”

“Why did you not take him to the hospital, Love?”

“Because the only thing he said to me since I found him in that alley was to not take him to the hospital.”

“Open the door. I’m here.” He said and hung up.

I got up and did as requested. Jongho shut the door once he was in and gave me a tight hug. “You okay, Angel?”

“Mm. Can you examine Hwa for me? I’m not sure what’s wrong.”

“Yeah” he said and released me. He made his way to Hwa’s room. I watched as he gently and thoroughly examined from what he could visibly see of Hwa’s body. Which was just the waist up. “Hey bunny face, can you focus on me for a sec?”

From the doorway I couldn’t see what my best friend's response was but something must have clicked for Jongho. “Hm.” he said as if he realized something.

“Angel? Does Seonghwa have a history of drugs?” He asked walking over to me.

“No… why would you ask that?” I questioned back suspiciously.

“Because your friend is on them at the moment. Did you notice his eyes? Besides them being glazed over, he can’t focus on anything, and his eyes are dilated.”

“Oh my god. Somebody drugged him and beat him up. He texted me before all of this happened too. I should have checked my phone. I should have been there for him.”

“It’s not your fault. It’s whoever did this to him fault.” He assured, pulling me into another tight embrace.

“We are all we have, Jongho. If something happened to him tonight… I don’t know how I would go on living.”

“I know, Love. I know. You go get cleaned up and I’ll watch over your bestie.” He retracted from our warm connection. “He’s in good hands.”

“O-ok. I’ll be quick.”

“Uh uhn. Take your time. Calm down a little. No rush.” He demanded.

I nodded and walked to my bedroom bathroom. I undressed and stopped in the mirror. I allowed my self to zone out.

Who would drug Hwa? And why the freak would they leave him in the alleyway? Besides him noticeably being beat and drugged nothing else seemed to have occurred. Thank God for that. Hopefully he opens up to me about tonight’s events once he sobers up.

I turned on the shower and waited for the water to get hot before I stepped in. I stepped under the shower head to let the steaming water drench my hair down to my feet.

My heart broke for Hwa. Although he hasn’t physically voiced it to me, I know he never wanted a lick of alcohol nor drugs to enter his body. Afraid of what that could potentially cause. And I understand him completely. It’s something we both have in common. Hwa’s parents are alcoholics and drug addicts. My father is an alcoholic, and my mom died when I was nine years old from overdosing on heroine. Hwa and I have this unspoken promise to ourselves and each other to never become what they are. We both fear addiction.

I finished washing up and turned off the water. I reached for my towel only to startle when a knock I heard on the door. “You okay?”

I must have been in here longer than I’ve thought. “Yeah, sorry, I’ll be right out.”

I hurriedly dried off and wrapped my towel around my body. I exited my bathroom and grabbed some pajamas to get dressed in. I dropped the towel to put my clothes on and went back to Hwa’s room when I finished.

“Feeling better?” Jongho asked. He stepped closer to me and hooked my chin between his index finger and thumb before lifting my head to meet his gaze.

“Y-yeah. Thanks for y-your suggestion. I really needed to calm down.”

“I know. Everything’s going to be okay, Angel.”

We sat down in the loveseat next to Hwa’s bed. Well, more like Jongho sat down on the loveseat and I sat on his lap so he could cuddle me. “Well you made yourself comfortable. You really thrive on physical touch huh?” He chuckled.

“Is this ok? I can get up if it’s weird.” I said anxiously.

“Angel, relax. My favorite place for you to be is my lap. So, trust me when I say I don’t mind. Are you tired?” He says rubbing my stomach.

“A little and you’re not helping.” I pout.

He let out a short laugh. “Don’t fight it. It will be a while before Hwa wakes up anyway. Take a nap while we wait.”

“No, I want to be awake just in case.”

“How about, I wake you up as soon as he does. I’m a light sleeper.”

I pondered a little before agreeing and leaned fully back on Jongho to get comfortable. His hand still rubbed small circles on my stomach as I drifted off to sleep.

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Yeosang POV

I found myself in a dark room. The walls felt cold, and shadows moved all around me. I could hear whispers, and my heart raced with fear. 

Suddenly, I saw the faces of men who had hurt me before. They loomed over me, their eyes glinting with malice. I felt trapped, unable to escape. The men laughed, and their voices echoed painfully in my ears. I wanted to scream, but no sound came out.

Then they emerged closer. Their unwanted hands roaming to forbidden places. I tried to shout at them, to get them to stop but that only fueled the men’s laughter more. A chill ran down my body. There’s nothing I could do.

“Yeosang!”

I was startled awake. I blink away my sleep as I looked up at Jongho. His hand caressed my cheek.

“Are you okay?” he asked as he wiped away my stray tears.

“I will be.” I turned towards where Hwa was before I fell asleep to find an empty bed. I looked back to Jongho and scowled. “You said you’d wake me up bro.”

I watched as his expression changed from concern to disapproval. “Oh, I’m your bro now?”

“Well u-um we are… friends, right?” I asked. I turned my attention down to my fingers twiddling them with one another.

“So, you let all your friends touch you the way I do?”

“That’s not…” I dragged.

“Be honest.”

“I don’t know what you mean Jongho.” I lied through my teeth. At this point I couldn’t even look up at him until he gripped my chin and forced me to.

“Lie again and we’ll have a problem. You better not be letting anyone else touch you either angel or we most certainly will have one.”

“You know I’m not comfortable with that anyways.” I admit.

“Good.” He said before placing a kiss on my neck.

“If..you aren’t my friend… then what are you?”

He chuckled. I got no answer in return either. He just grabbed my hand and dragged me to where Hwa was.

I found Seonghwa in the kitchen rummaging through our cabinets to pull out a skillet. Me being the clumsy butt I am ended up tripping over my feet which caused Hwa to halt his movements to turn our direction.

“Sorry” I mumbled out of embarrassment.

“I thought you would have slept longer Sangie” he stated, ignoring my clumsiness.

“How could I possibly do that? Can you tell me what happened now?” I scoff.

“I mean there’s really nothing to it. I just got beat up by an asshole.”

“So it’s ok for us to lie to each other now?” I sarcastically question with a tilt of my head. He knows that we know that’s not all. We don’t lie to each other. Another unspoken rule. If we know we aren’t ready to talk about something truthfully we say exactly that to refrain from lying.

“I’m not lying though” Hwa said unbothered.

“You’re really gonna do this. ..Wow” I said with total offense. “If you aren’t ready to talk about it just say that. Why lie? Especially when we found you high off your ass.”

“Are you serious right now? … Jongho leave, we need to talk.” Hwa said while turning Jongho’s way and attempting to dismiss him but I wasn’t going for it.

“He’s staying right here.”

“Yeosang I don’t want to fight.”

“Then tell me what happened! That was not a normal beat down and you know it. Were you on something? Were you drugged? Did he try to touch you? What happened! Just fucking tell me. What kind of fucking friend does that make me if you can’t even rely on me? Am I that useless to you? Am I too weak? Is that how you think of me?!” At this point I’m hyperventilating from frustration and anxiety. Am I really this fragile to everyone who knows me?

“You know none of that is tr—.”

“Then tell me what the hell happened earlier! You’re pissing me off!” I yelled cutting him off.

“When I got off work and was on my way home, a guy stopped me trying to get my number. I rejected him and started walking again but I felt like somebody’s eyes were seeping through my skin. I turned around and saw the guy but he wasn’t alone. I tried to outrun them but they caught up to me and threw me in the alleyway. I tried as hard as I could to fight but they shoved a lot of pills down my throat and forced me to swallow. I tried to fight. I really did but they didn’t take a liking to that and hit me. I felt disgusting when one of the guys started kissing my neck. One of them even groped my ass. Then…I don’t know. I remember somebody coming and the hands went away. That’s everything.” He finished.

Oh. Well now if feel like a butthole.

“ Wait…someone came and helped you?” Jongho asked.

“Yeah?” Seonghwa answered confused.

“But I found you alone” I spoke up.

Hwa shrugged. “That’s just what I remember.”

I turned to Jongho then back to Hwa. “Well, I’m glad that guy helped you and sorry for yelling at you.” I apologized.

Seonghwa chuckled. “Well, I did deserve it so it’s fine.”

“What time is it?” I asked. It doesn’t seem to be morning yet.

“It’s 4:32am.” Jongho answered. “Are you tired? You wanna go back to sleep?”

“I don’t want to leave Hwa alone.” I confessed.

“That’s not what I asked?”

“You can be very annoying at times,” Hwa complained.

“Don’t mind him.” I said with an eye roll.

“Alright let’s go then.” Jongho said.

~~~

Seonghwa POV

The clock could not tick any slower. It was currently the last hour of work, and I honestly could not be feeling any more impatient at the moment. Luckily there wasn’t any customers in the store and hopefully there won’t be anymore to come in so I can close expeditiously.

Obviously, I wished too soon. The bell dinged signaling someone entering the shop. I rolled my eyes and took a deep breath before I turned around to greet them politely. “Hello, welcome in!”

To my surprise it was the guy from the other day. “What can I get you?”

“My bad for coming in so late. Ill have the same as last time though.”

“… and that was….?” I asked confused.

Instead of answering bc he simply stares at me in, what seems to be, disbelief.

“I genuinely do not remember what you ordered sir.” I replied. I’m barely holding back my irritation. I’m pretty sure he picked up in it.

“Barley Tea. I was just here two days ago. How did you forget?” He questioned.

I laughed at this. “Do you not understand the amount of people that come in on a daily basis? The world does not revolve around you.”

“Your mouth is still smarter than ever.”

“Respectfully, you don’t know me enough.” I bite back.

“It’s like you aren’t appreciative or something.” He said, face void of any emotions.

“What do you mean, appreciative?”

“I mean, I did save your ass back there in that alleyway last night.”

What the fuck? My mouth hangs open. Why didn’t he say anything when he came in? He’s not exactly giving knight and shiny armor right now.

Assumingely, due to my lack of reply he continues. “What? No smart ass reply?”

“I-I’m sorry.” I lowly stuttered out.

“Huh” he questioned with a raise of an eyebrow.

“I... um… I didn’t know. I thought I hallucinated that.”

“I’m not used to you not talking shit.”

“I’m trying not to be an asshole, ok? So thanks. I don’t know how that would’ve turned out if you weren’t there.”

“Look at me.” I didn’t even realize I wasn’t looking up anymore. “Look.” He said a little more demanding and I obey.

“Are you okay?”

I stand there dumbfounded. My best and only friend hasn’t even asked me that. I’m not holding a grudge but still it feels nice to be checked on. “Huh?” I stupidly answer.

“Are you okay?” He asked again. His eyes are really intense. They’re almost black and have this siren eye thing goin on and it’s really intimidating. He snapped in my face, snatching  my attention back to him. “Why the fuck aren’t you answering?”

“Who the fuck are you talking to?” I bite back.

“Just answer the question.”

“Why do you care?”

“Why are you such a brat?”

“I would apologize but it would be insincere.” I said smugly. He tilt his head at my remark,  Irritation evident on his face. To be honest I could care less about him not liking my smart ass mouth. That’s a him problem.

“Look,” he paused with a deep sigh. “I get we don’t know each other but it was a traumatic experience. As a person with morals I feel the need to make sure you’re doing alright. So please just answer the goddamn question.” He explained with defeat.

“S-sorry.” And I was because it sounded like he genuinely meant what was said. “I think… I’m ok.”

His expression screamed that he didn’t believe me. Which I hated. “Can you tell me what happened?”

“I was just trying to get home after work and this guy kind of tried to get my number, which I rejected of course. But he didn’t like my answer and him and assuming his friends started to follow me. And that lead up to what you walked up on.”

“Did they touch you?” I notice his jaw clenched tight. He actually seems upset and I find it jarring.

“In what sense?” I question trying not to remember all the groping that occurred.

“Did. They. Fucking. Touch you.” He reiterated with all seriousness.

“Y-yeah.” That seemed to be all I could muster up. Which I found surprising because I’m the type of person you have to fight to get me to be honest about traumatic events. Downplay and deny.

I watch his jaw tick before he spoke. “I’ll take you home for now on.”

“I beg your finest fucking pardon?”

“I’ll be out in my car.”

He just fucking dismissed me. Now I’m pissed. “You’re acting like I was raped.”

“They placed their nasty ass hands on you. I do not care how far they went. You won’t be going home alone anymore.” He said with finality.

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t talk to me like that. You don’t run shit over here.”

“I’ll be out front in my car. Bring my tea too.” He dismissed once again.

Fuck him and that fucking tea.

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Seonghwas POV

I finished locking up the café door and turned on my heels. But before I could even start my walk home, I saw the guy actually waiting out front in his car. Who’s tea I have happened to be drinking right now.

No. Fucking. Way. He was serious.

He rolled down his passenger window. “Get in the car or I’m following you home.”

I gave him the sassiest stank face I could muster up. “Stalker much. I will not be getting in the car with a stranger. I know better than that and men are trifling.”

“Seonghwa please just let me get you home safely.”

I think I almost folded. What the fuck? I must be a little pent up because a little begging should not be all it takes. “Can you relax? It’s only a twenty minute walk.”I said as I begun walking away from the café door.

“You know what,” the man said getting out his car, “I’ll just walk with you.” He jogged over to catch up with me and locked his car. “You’re too stubborn.”

“No I’m just not stupid.” I mutter as I let him walk beside me.

Damn this guy is taller than I remember. It looks like his shoulder would meet my nose. And I’m about 5’10, so that’s saying something. He’s dressed comfortably in a matching grey hoodie and sweatpants. He’s a good looking man. I got to give him that.

“The world isn’t a kind place so I understand.” He replied.

“Why are you so talkative tonight?” I questioned because I do not recall him ever speaking as much as he has tonight.

“My name is Mingi by the way.”

“I don’t like to be ignored Mingi,” I countered.

“Can I see your phone?”

“Stop ignoring me. That’s not how conversation works.”

“I don’t have an answer for you. Now can I see your phone,” he asked yet again along with his hand out.

“Why do you want my phone?” Yes I know why he wants my phone but I’m stalling because I don’t want to say yes but he’s too fine to say no to.

“You know why.”

“I don’t think I do though” I look up at him through my lashes.

“Stop.” He demanded.

“Stop what?”

“You know what you’re doing. I only want your phone so we can exchange numbers. And I only need your number so I know what days to come pick you up. Or how it’s looking, walk you home.”

“Wow ok,” I reach in my bag to hand over my phone and look down in embarrassment. Can’t remember the last time I was rejected. “I’m.. sorry.”

“I’m not offended nor upset. Just don’t get confused on my intentions.” Mingi stated.

I feel so stupid now. I don’t even know this man really so why would I even give him that look. He doesn’t even seem like the type to have a little fun anyway.

We walk in silence the rest of the way back to my apartment. Once we get to the door I turned and thanked him.

“Call me if you need anything,” he said and without waiting for my reply turned and left.

I head inside and do my nighttime routine before coming to the kitchen.

Mingi is really attractive. Not only physically but mentally he really does it for me. No I don’t want to date the man, but I will acknowledge that. So far from what I’ve observed, he’s a man of few words and mostly action. Check. He doesn’t back down no matter how much of a brat I am. Check. He’s really dominant. Super check. And he seems to be naturally protective. Triple check.

Sure he hasn’t cracked a smile yet but I’m pretty confident it’ll happen. Overall he’s my ideal type. And boy do I find that extremely annoying. Maybe I’m just being petty from our first meeting. But I really don’t like him. Yes I’m very thankful for his help last night but he can respectfully eat my ass.

I feel a hand on my shoulder making me tense.

“Sorry Hwa. It’s just me. Are you ok? You were just staring in the sink letting the water run.” Sangie questioned concerningly.

“Yeah sorry. I have a busy mind right now.”

At some point Sangie begun rubbing my back. “Is it about that guy?”

I raised an eyebrow for him to elaborate. “The guy who was at the door about an hour ago. I heard a really deep voice when you were coming in.” He explained.

Oh. “Uh… not really,” I lie through my teeth, “today has just been draining after yesterday’s events.” Which isn’t exactly a lie.

He nods in understanding. “Maybe you should take the day off. A mental health day.” He suggests.

As much as I would love that, I cannot afford to miss any days if I want to make ends meet. “You know I can’t afford to Sangie.”

“You don’t have to worry about any of that.”

“Since when do we not have to worry about bills?” I interrogated. It’s our second top stress factor. What is he talking about? “Ill just pull a double on Saturday to make sure I have my half of the rent. If it makes you happy I’ll take tomorrow off.”

“You really don’t have to worry about it. I have some extra funds if push comes to shove so please value your mental health.” He pouts. As if I’m the one acting weird. I look at him in suspicion. Since when did he have extra funds? I decide to mind my business though. I doubt it’s anything illegal. I just hope it isn’t stupid.

“Ok bestie. Now let me make something to eat so we can cuddle in my room and watch a movie.” I say with fake annoyance.

After I finish my noodles I grab Sangies hand and drag him to my room. We cuddle up under the blanket and put on some cheesy romcom.

I hear my phone vibrate on the dresser and pick it up to see the message.

Mingi: do you work tomorrow?

Me: no I’m taking a mental health day

Less than a minute later I get a reply.

Mingi: so you lied

Me: excuse me??

Mingi: you said you were fine

Me: I am my bestie is forcing me to

Mingi: nobody can force you to do anything you don’t want to do

I left him on read. Yes, someone can force you to do things you don’t want to do. My best friend and I didn’t have an easy life growing up and sometimes I think I can forget about the past but the way some people think, as if life is just a slice of pie and so simple, causes me to remember just how different we are.

Ugh. Whatever. I turn back over to cuddle with Yeosang again.

I think of my encounter as I drift to sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~

Yeosangs POV

So, Jongho is being a butt and hasn’t come to see, call, or text me this past week. No, we didn’t fight or anything and he’s not obligated to go out of his way to reach out to me but, I thought we were closer than that.

You know what, this is good for me. I need a serious detox from him anyway. I believe I’m becoming a little too attached to my new friend.

Hwa better be lucky i'm considerate, because if it wasn't the butt crack of dawn I would be bothering him right now.

Ugh. I hate being an early bird.

To my surprise, when I walked into the living, Seonghwa was bundled up in a blanket and reading on the couch. This just can’t be.

“Since when are you up at six in the morning willing?” I tease.

I must have scared him because I see him visibly startle before he relaxes and places his book face down in his lap. “I couldn’t sleep so I’ve just been reading.” He responded.

“Have you slept at all? You look exhausted Hwa.”

“I just said I couldn’t,” he snapped.

Great. And he’s cranky this fine morning.

“What you reading?” I questioned, choosing to ignore his snappiness.

“God of fury.”

“Alright, I’m leaving. You clearly want to be left alone. You can come find me later. I took off from work today too.” I informed him.

I went to the kitchen to grab an apple juice, then back to my room. I guess since I have no morning obligations today I could rest a little more today.

Chapter Text

Yeosang’s POV

Jongho: open the door

Is he freaking kidding me? It’s been a whole week since I heard from him.

Me: go away.

Not even a second later my phone lights up with Jongho’s name on it.

“What?”

“Come open the door for me so you can tell me what’s wrong.” Jongho said.

I hate his stupid voice. “No. Just go away please. I don’t want to talk to you.

He did this long heavy sigh thing that’s really hot. Which of course only annoyed me more. “Angel…. I’ve had a long week. I just got back to Korea and didn’t even go home yet. I came straight here so I can see you.”

Why is he making it so hard to be mad at him? Ugh. “If you missed me sooo much, why didn’t you at least reach out?” I question with an eye roll I know he can’t see.

“Yeosang…just open the fucking door.”

“No Jongho.”

He chuckled humorlessly through the phone. Something scary yet unfortunately attractive. “I swear to god when I get my hands on you.” He hissed lowly.

You know what? No. I will not be taking this. I’m not scared of this jerk. So I cave and open the door. To my surprise, he doesn’t look as put together. He’s dressed quite simple today in his black hoodie and oversized shorts. Maybe he really did have a long week. Still handsome nonetheless.

But that won’t be stopping me.

“I don’t have a liking for threats. So if that’s what you’re into you can kindly turn around and leave my door Jongho. I don’t care how bad you wanted to see me or how stressful your week was. You do not come at me like that. I know I’m nice but you’re really overstep—.”

Jongho gripped my shoulder and pushed me back a foot, successfully entering and closing the front door.

“What are you doing? I never said you can come in. You’re crossing the line.” I seethed.

I really hope this doesn’t lead to a fight. I mean, I won’t back down but, I’m aware I will not be the one winning either.

“Sit the fuck down and tell me why you’re being like this. I don’t like all this unnecessary drama.” He calmly stated.

Why do I seem to be the only one upset?

“You don’t tell me what to do. Now get out.”

He stepped around me. He first went to the kitchen and made two glasses of water before he sat the glasses down on the coffee table and took a seat on the couch.
“Sit.” He said simply.

I crossed my arms over my chest and stared him down. And he stared right back and neither of us was backing down. His eyes remain low and fierce. Stern and steady. Intimidating yet adoring. I’m the first to look away. No longer able to handle the intensity but that didn't mean I was backing down. I stayed right where I was.

“So you’re upset I didn’t call or text you since I’ve been gone right?”

“Mind you, you didn’t even tell me you were leaving. And to make matters worse, you couldn’t even call or text me? Are my feelings not valid?” I snapped.

He sighed, long and heavy yet again before he ran his hand down his face. “I’m sorry.”

“What?” I questioned, completely caught off guard by the sudden apology.

“I’m sorry angel. You’re right. I failed to do the bare minimum but, it’s not because I didn’t miss you or want to talk to you. Shit, I won’t even tell you some bullshit lie about me not having time. I just didn’t.” He confessed.

“Because..?” I dragged out wanting him to continue.

“I want you to always get the good side of me. I wasn’t in the right headspace while I was in China.”

“Jongho… I don’t care what headspace you’re in. I always want you around or at least want to feel like you are. Why were you even in China?”

“Just some business I had to take care of. Anyways, I'm sorry and I won’t let it happen again.”

There's a long pause before I speak up.“I think I might need a little space from you. Honestly speaking I think I’m getting too attached. I don't want that.”

There’s a long pause before he spoke up. “What?” He seethed. “You had you’re fucking space. I’m not leaving you.”

“Um…Jongho… you’re scaring me. I-I uh didn’t mean forever. Just f-for a little s-so I can keep some boundaries between us.”

“I’m not giving you space, Yeosang. I’ll back off a little if that’s what you need but I will not be leaving you.”

Ok. I think I'm actually scared now. He’s making it sound more… intense than it is. We're just friends but he’s making it sound dangerously romantic, borderline obsessed. I remained quiet, afraid of continuing this conversation.

“Fucking talk to me!” He yelled after a few moments of silence. “You’re a fucking person so use your fucking voice!”

“Please leave.” I whisper pathetically. I think he should calm down first.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you. I just want to talk this shit out. You know how I feel about you so you should damn sure know I don’t want to leave you.”

“You’re missing the point.” I whimper.

“No I’m not. You’re scared of what your unspoken feelings mean. You’re scared of the possibility of me hurting you. This push and pull shit you got going on all stems from fear. I'm not those sick fucks Yeosang, so give me a chance to show you how a real man treats his someone.”

I'm actually speechless right now. I wasn't exactly expecting this argument to turn into whatever this is. I uncrossed my arms allowing them to fall limp at my sides in discomfort. I focused my attention solely on Jongho’s hands. “Jongho…” I paused to think of my next words. “I-I am scared. Is that a crime? Every single man in my life has dragged me to hell and trapped me there.. So I need you to understand that the pace our relationship is growing is truly terrifying for me. I just don't want to move into whatever this is too quick and get hurt once again. Yes, I do feel something but… yeah.”

He remained silent for a minute before asking me, “So what do you want? What do you need me to do?”

I raised my eyes to his for a brief moment. “Space.” I said simply.

I don't want it but I think I need it. I really am growing a rather unhealthy attachment to him. It's not just because I'm scared to get hurt. I quite literally think about him too much. Wondering where he is. Who he's with. If he's having fun without me. If he even really wants to be my friend. And all that nonsense. It's just best if we have some space.

I watched as Jongho rose from the couch, walked over to me to kiss my forehead, and walked out the door without a word. Why did that feel like an unwanted goodbye?

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Seonghwa’s POV

I've been on standby ever since I heard jongho leave about an hour ago. I didn't mean to eavesdrop but the walls are thin. I honestly don't even know what they're even fighting for. They both clearly like each other or at the very least want to fuck. But I understand Sangie. Men are trifling and have always been to us. We don't need attachment just a good fuck every now and then. Well, I do at least.

So, last night I made up my mind. I have my sight set on Mingi and I will do everything to seduce him. No man has ever downright showed disinterest in my advances and I'm intrigued. A little challenge won't hurt right? So I decided to send him a text and set my plan into action.

Me: Can I ask you something?

I love how fast of a responder he is. Within minutes I see him typing.

Mingi: ?

I smirk.

Me: Thong or boyshorts?
Me: *2 attachments*

Mingi: wth
Me: I need a man's point of view
Mingi: Was I your only option?
Me: Yes lol other men want to fuck me
Mingi: Why are you asking? I need context
Me: I'm curious which one men find more sexy
Mingi: Most men will say thongs
Me: And you?
Mingi: Boyshorts
Mingi: stop sending pics like this to people you barely know
Me: but you aren't a stranger
Mingi: you don't know me
Me: aren't we acquainted?
Mingi: how do you know I don't want to fuck you? I know where you live now.
Me: fuck please do
Mingi: I see what your doing
Me: what do you mean
Mingi: I'm just tying to look out for you nothing else.

Fuck it. I FaceTime him. I need to see his face and to verbally hear him reject me again because over text it doesn't seem serious.

He doesn't answer so I call again and again until finally he picks up. And boy when I say the lord blessed me today, he indeed did. I'm greeted with a drenched, dripping in sweat, hard muscled chest. I bit me lip in concentration.

“Why do you keep calling me Seonghwa?” Mingi complained.

Why would he answer FaceTime looking like this? Does he not care about my well being? He looks so fucking godly. His hair is wrapped under a black bandana, his upper body is so defined it would be intimidating if I wasn't a horny slut. His lower body covered in what is today known as hoochie daddy shorts. He just looks so good oh my fucking god I want him to ruin me. And he's doing all this on a tread mill.

“Seonghwa. Focus.” Mingi snapped.

“Sorry, whats up?” I replied absent minded.

“You called me.” Oh yeah I forgot.

“ Right. I just um… actually I don't really know. But I'm glad I did. You are such good eye candy.”

“Seonghwa, to reiterate what I text you. I do not want to fuck you. Think of me as a friend and nothing else.”

“Are you straight?” I questioned completely disregarding his statement.

“That doesn't matter.” He countered.

“Am I confusing you?” I questioned.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean because I'm a boy but I have women features. Like titties and a vagina if you're choosing to be slow.”

“Seonghwa,” he ran his hand down his face and sighed. “I genuinely don't give a fuck about your body. It's nice either way. I'm just not interested.”

“Why not? Why wouldn't you be? Everyone is.” I stated.

“Do you not here yourself? You sound conceited.”

“I'm not trying to be. It really doesn't even matter how I feel or not because everyone literally is. I'm sexualized everyday and all the time by men. That's why it's so easy to just fuck instead of having feelings. No one cares about me, just my body.” Fuck, I just overshared. Why would I tell him that? Now I look like a desperate bitch.

“Well I want to care about you. So stop trying to seduce me with sexy selfies.”

My stomach flutters. Is this what people mean when they say they got butterflies?

“But who else will I send them to? I only have one friend and he doesn't want them. Can't I just send them to you when I feel pretty? I promise its not to seduce you.” I pouted.

“Seonghwa, listen. You might think that’s not what you’re trying to do but that’s still what you’re trying to do. But if I’m really your last option then I guess go ahead. You can’t have that many pictures right?”

Oh If only he knew. “Ok fine. I guess a win is a win. Thanks friend!” I say and hang up the call.

Fuck, I can’t wait til the day he caves and fucks me so good.

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Yeosang POV

It’s been a little lonely without Jongho. Which again is a little scary because it’s only been a few months since I met him. I don’t really want to remember our last time together either. It seemed like an unwanted goodbye and him leaving is the last thing I want to happen. That’s not even what I meant anyway. He’s literally the second best person I’ve ever met after Hwa. Why would I want that to be erased? Yes I’m scared but who wouldn’t be in my shoes. Men are evil.

He hasn’t so much as sent me a text which is upsetting. Ironic since that’s why I was mad at him in the first place.

It’s only been 3 days but I really miss him. Maybe I should just text him first. He probably just doesn’t want to overstep any boundaries.

Before I can talk myself out of it, I pull out my phone and text him.

Me: Hey

This is pitiful. Is this the best I could think of? Really? Within a few seconds I see bubbles pop up before his reply.

Jongho: What’s up?

Oh my gosh he hates me.

Me: just… checking on you

Jongho: I’m good
Jongho: hby

He’s being so dry with me. I hate this.

Me: same over here
Me: Do you want to hang out?

I see him read it immediately and the typing bubbles pop up and disappear. However, his reply never came. After a few minutes, my phone lit up with Jongho’s name. He’s... calling me?

I picked up the call with nerves eating me alive.

“You’re giving me mixed signals, angel.” His voice was so deep it gave me chills.

“Jongho… it’s four in the morning. Why are you calling me?” I question completely ignoring his statement.

“Angel… you’re giving me mixed signals,” he reiterated. “If you want me to give you space you can’t do whatever this is.”

“I can’t check on you?” That’s actually so stupid. “We’re still friends so what’s wrong with that? Or are we not anymore?”

“Friends huh?” He let out a dry chuckle. “You love that fucking word don’t you?”

There’s a long pause before he spoke again.

“I can’t be platonic with you Yeo. After our first encounter I knew it was never going to be that. If you need space, fuck it. Sure, why not? I’ll hate every second of it, but why not? But just a fuck ass friend Yeo? That’s fucking disrespectful and you know it. You feel this too. The only difference is you’re fucking terrified.”

“That’s not a crime though.” I replied. I have every right to be. “It's like you refuse to acknowledge why I’m so terrified. You always hold it over my head like it’s the worst thing ever.”

“Don’t do that shit. The only thing I hold over your head is your inability to try.”

I guess it’s safe to say we will not be hanging out today. “I don’t want to argue Jongho. I just wanted to hang out. You could’ve just said no.” I said with an eye roll.

“That’s the problem. I want to hang out too but I don’t know what kind of space you’re asking me for. Can we still be close? Excluding the touching obviously. Or do you want me to actually leave you the fuck alone? Because I really don’t know what’s going on in your brain right now. I need you to lay it out right now. No more back and forth.” He answered with finality.

I hate how straightforward he was sometimes. Can I not be indecisive sometimes? Obviously I want him close. Why would he even suggest otherwise? That’s the irritating part really. Because he already knows what I want.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered.

“Why the hell are you apologizing?”

“I’m sorry I’m so scared. I really wish I wasn’t. I wish you could take a deep dive in my head so you could understand me better.” I muttered.

“I don’t need to do all of that to understand you, Love. I’m on the way over.”

And with that he hung up.

My heart pounds against my chest. So intense someone could probably tell by looking at me just how flustered I was.

Since I've met Jongho, I always wondered why he hasn't given up on me yet. I mean it's bound to happen regardless, but what's been stopping him from doing so since we've gotten to know each other? It's actually kind of jarring. I'm not worth all the trouble I've given him. He doesn’t deserve that. And I don’t deserve him.

I must have been too lost in my head because the next thing I knew, a knock was heard on my front door.

When reaching the door I opened it to greet Jongho. But to my surprise an unfamiliar face stared back at me. I hate myself right now for assuming and not checking the peep hole first.

“Can I help you?” I questioned while making sure to keep my guard up. Something about him is giving me bad vibes.

“I'm looking for a Kang Yeosang.” He answered gravely. Naturally I noticed the way the man towered over me. His hair covered his eyes, making the orbs unseen. The only thing noticeable on his face was the way his teeth gnawed at his bottom lip in what presumably was nerves.

He's sketchy. Maybe I should call Jongho.

“May I know who’s asking?” I counter. I tried to keep it as polite as possible.

A smile so sinister lit up the stranger's face. “You’ll be coming with me darling.” And with that he covered my nose with a cloth that seemed to have some sort of chemical on it. I tried not to breathe it in but that’s easier said than done when I happened to be actively panicking.

As I succumb to the drug, I hear a click followed by a voice. “Not such a lucky day for you.”

I heard a silenced shot and soon after the strangers hold disappeared. Through a few long blinks, Jongho came into view. “I’ll get you back inside.” He said and lifted me up over his shoulder. Within seconds I’m flung back on my couch.

I watched as he made a call. The only thing said was a quick, “Send San.” I don’t know what that meant but I decided not to ask. Due to this drowsiness that still hasn’t passed. Honestly I feel like I’m floating on clouds. I feel so light and happy and free.

Am I high?

Jongho came and sat next to me on the couch. Without any wasted time, I placed myself in his lap turning sideways, then laid my head on his chest.

This is nice.

“Yeo… What happened to space?” Jongho questioned.

And he ruined it.

“I like to cuddle with my friends.” I answered. Letting my eyes drop down to my now fiddling fingers.

“Look at me.” He demanded softly. When I didn’t answer, he took it upon himself to face my whole body towards him while still in his lap. “I said look at me Yeosang.”

With that I lifted my eyes and forced myself to maintain eye contact. The tone of voice he chose to use tells me now is not the time to be difficult. “What?” That came off a little more breathier than intended.

“How are you feeling?” He asked as he searched my face. It looked like he’s scavenging every inch of my being for any indication that I am not ok.

“I think I’m high.” I giggle. “I feel like a little fairy.”

He chuckled. “A good high I assume. Anything else?” He began rubbing my back up and down. His touch feels heightened. More sensitive. It almost feels like heat is rushing down south. Um ok maybe this isn’t gonna be all sunshine and rainbows. I should have thrown on some actual clothes besides my baggy T-shirt and underwear combo.

“Um… what was on that cloth?” I asked. I’m now very concerned.

“Not sure. Why?”

This is so embarrassing. “It’s n-nothing.”

I watched as his jaw clenched and unclenched a few times before he shot me a glare.

“Its nothing serious. I’m just embarrassed to tell you.” I confessed. I can't bring myself to look him in the eye anymore.

“You know I won’t judge you Love. Just tell me.” He stated accompanied with a deep sigh.

“I’m…” I took a long pause. Hesitation heavy in the air. Jongho didn't seem to mind though. ”I think… I’m… horny?” I concluded as if it was still questionable.

Jongho’s jaw clenched once again. “What do you mean by you think? Describe it.”

I mentally pass away at the thought of this confession. “You know what accompanies horniness. Don’t make me say it please.”

He freaking smirks. I want to slap it off his face. “I dont know, it isn’t clicking for me.”

“You’re so… ugh. I’m…. you know….” I pause then murmur out a low, ”wet.”

He chuckled again. This time lacking the humor. “I should’ve kept that fucker alive.”

It was then when the recollection of what took place a few moments ago clicked. Jongho shot and killed a man at my doorstep. How could I have bypassed that? Am I that doped up?

“Jongho?… why did you kill him? How did you do it so easily? What about the body? How are we going to hide it? Oh my gosh, there’s no way we'll get away with this. We should turn ourselves in. Should we turn ourselves in? I don’t want to go to jail though. Why did you kill someone on my freaking doorstep Jongho?” I started breathing heavily somewhere along my ranting spree.

Jongho remained calm. He never broke eye contact nor the hand rubbing up and down my back. He let me finish before asking, “Are you done?”

A vein in my neck ticked at that. “You didn’t even bat an eye when you did it. What is wrong with you?” I seethe. I feel kind of guilty because I don’t feel some type of way about a man dying but that there’s a chance Jongho might be like all the other disgusting pigs.

“You’re mine Angel. If anybody so much as looks at you with any ill intent they’re done for.” He deadpanned as if what he was saying was so utterly obvious.

“Jongho… do you not hear how that sounds. If I’m not in any life threatening situations you shouldn’t be killing people for me. I don’t like it. I feel guilty.”

“Guilty for fucking what?”

“I don’t know but I’ve seen far too many deaths. I don’t want to see anymore. Please. Don’t make me an excuse to harm others.”

“You were never an excuse. You’re a priority.”

Somewhere in between our heated exchange, he closed any distance that was left between us. Our faces now inches apart. “Jongho, who are you really?”