HIGH LIKE A HELIUM BALLOON.

Bokyung saw the roll of her eyes at his comment, but he didn’t blame her it was probably most people’s. Matched with her smile though he knew it didn’t mean much. “ And if you do forget, I’ll end up doing something to make you remember.” It was the truth, he wasn’t ever really going to stop doing things that others considered assholeish, so there was a fair chance of him doing one of those things to Chanmi. Whether it’d be on accident or on purpose was still unknown. Her reply made a deep chuckle come from Bokyung, the comment referring to how he’d have to have sex and the one calling his dick smaller being the source. Normally an ego might be hurt at the last comment, but he knew very well that his dick wasn’t small. The only reason she’d referred to it being smaller than she was used was the fact her ex had around of eleven inches on him. Though he had heard recently that he’d gotten a reduction, a really shame in Bo’s opinion,but his cock his choices he supposed, leaving him much closer to Bokyung’s length. As for the other dicks Chanmi has experienced he couldn’t really say anything to, only Chanmi and them ( probably the other escorts and people they fucked) knew her client’s sizes and he was sure they varied leaving some smaller and some bigger. “ Chanmi, rough is my favorite kind of sex, I’m sure I could be a pain no matter the cock size you’re used to.” Bokyung smiled down at her, giving her a wink back. Bokyung was confident of his skills in bed. He’d had sex with many people and he rarely would leave anyone unsatisfied. There were a few, of course, from his earlier days when he was learning what worked and what didn’t work, but other than that his track record was great.

While he didn’t like to be teased, well not too much, Bokyung wished the girl would have done more to him, but in a wedding and with her protest before about doing something it looked like he’d have to wait. With her reactions though he knew he wouldn’t have to wait long, and how Chanmi was narrowing her eyes and squeezing him she knew that she he wasn’t going to wait that long too. His eyebrow raised at the word anything, he bite his lip thinking about it. It was just a word really, but in the sexual context it was much more. It was more submissive, which he was always something he enjoyed, and the idea of doing anything to Chanmi was an enticing thought. “  Fair? When have you ever known me to play fair?” He questioned, his voice laced with light offense at the idea he would play fair. Bokyung smirked, thinking of what he could do next his options were many. He could take it to the next level and really start something on the dance floor,or he could keep on teasing her until they made their way out. Bokyung scanned Chanmi, his eyes stopping on his favorite part of her. As he looked at her lips he decided what he would do, he’d kiss her.  It was the more pg route he could take, but he’d never done it before and he wanted to try it. After all with his hand near her thigh she’d probably think he’d go for the explicit action. A kiss was unexpected, and Bokyung loved to be unexpected.  “ Anything?” He whispered, leaning down closer, only inches away from her lips. “ So I could do th-” His sentence was cut off by the meeting of their lips, he pushed his against hers harshly. It may have been a kiss, but he wasn’t going to be soft, he wanted her to feel more passion, hunger- everything to keep her mind on what he wanted to do with her .  As his lips pressed against hers, his hands began to move position the one that’d been supporting her waist traveled up her back and rest behind her neck.The other moved on her waist, taking the job of supporting her and making the whole position a bit more comfortable. Bokyung pulled away from the kiss, eyes immediately trying to read Chanmi’s reaction. “ would you like it?” Bokyung finished his original sentence.

A desperate Chanmi wasn’t something that Bokyung had seen before, he’d imagined it sure, but it was a sight that was new to him. Part of him wanted to laugh once again at the eagerness and desperation, but instead he smirked. She was so needy for something to happen, for him to touch her, for him to do something and he had to admit it was a turn on. From her frustration at his teasing to the digging of her nails in his neck. They were all working in her favor, making him just as eager to leave with her, enough to let up his teasing and give in to her request.  “ Alright, baby let’s go home.” Bokyung said not even caring that the song wasn’t over, he didn’t need to wait any longer, they already had the drive home to deal with. His hands dropped from Chanmi’s body, something he was sure that she wouldn’t like, but quickly moved to wrap an arm around her waist again. he knew she’d need help walking or else her stumbling would take then awhile to get out of the venue. “ I hope you don’t have anything at the table because we’re not going back.” He informed her before leading her to the door, and out towards his car.

“ I try hard to make sure people don’t forget about it, so I don’t know how you could forget.” He grinned. Most people probably wouldn’t  find pride in being an asshole, or people thinking of them as such. It worked for Bokyung though, he was an ass, but a fun one. He wasn’t the guy you went to for the serious things, or at least to seriously deal with them and he preferred it that way.  He didn’t like being the most serious, and he certainly didn’t want to deal with others problems when he’d hardly given much mature thought into his. He felt her shift closer to him, his eyes glancing at her curiously. Of course he had known she was interested, a bit flirty, but she was actually throwing back his own advances. Maybe in a slightly more effective way, at least had more effect on him. “ Later I can be a real pain in the ass, but that’ll probably be a few positions in.” Bokyung retorted. His mind then drifting more into the thoughts that his reply lead him too, with her pressed so closely against him it wouldn’t take too long for things to escalate and end up with them leaving. 

He let out a  breathe as she pulled away from him, not exactly what he wanted, but it’d had gotten her point across. She wasn’t liking the more serious road the conversation could go in, and honestly neither would he.  He didn’t want to get into the deeper part of where his advice went, his goal was more to say it and then show her the fun, an example of his advice in a way. That part she’d seemed to like much more, from the shiver she gave when his fingers moved across her skin to the blush on her cheeks when he moved them away.  A smirk now a prominent feature on his face, he probably could have gotten away with going up farther and he knew it.  She could have had her protest, but the fact of the matter was he probably could have fingered her in the middle of the dance floor and she’d be happy with it.  “ And I was showing you the fun in being a whore, and you liked it.” He replied the smugness in his tone far too noticeable.

He couldn’t help but laugh at Chanmi’s reaction, she’d became very eager for his plans of the night faster than he expected. It wasn’t a bad thing, she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. Yet he still found himself debating teasing her more, or take advantage of her utter desperation and just leave now.  “ We are almost done, but I still have to get you that drink.” He finally said opting for just a little more teasing.  Bokyung leaned back down, placing his lips to her ear once more, allowing his hand to drop back down to her thigh only this time inching just a bit closer than before. “ Or are you ready to leave now?” He asked, before once again pulling away though his hand remained on her thigh this time. “ Yes, very happy.”

   Her smile grew wider, a slight roll of her eyes as she acknowledged his statement, “You’re right. I don’t know how I forgot. But I won’t be forgetting, I promise.” In honesty she knew full well who he was, and she didn’t expect him to act any differently. Besides, there was a part of her that enjoyed the fact that he was less of an ass to her, above other people. He only chose to have select few people really be in his life, and it made her feel special. Of course the way his voice sounded in her ear, and the way he held her in such a risque fashion also made her feel special-- if not more special. And it wasn’t like she was doing anything to deter his advancements-- with the way her body pressed into his, she was clearly encouraging him.  There was a small laugh at his joke, though she wasn’t entirely sure if it WAS a joke. “If you want to be a real pain-- you’re going to have to get rough. I’ve had a lot of practice-- and your dick isn’t that big in comparison to some,” she replied with a wink. It wasn’t to say he wasn’t big, because he was.  Enough so that if she weren’t so skilled with her body she probably wouldn’t have been able to fully give him head. It was all playful banter, enough to keep the mood rising. (( His ego was too large to be damaged by a slight comment anyway. ))

   She took note of the change in his breathing, finding that her teasing had come across just as clear as his had. Of course, hers was more innocent, less daring, but she couldn’t just stick her hand down his pants as easily as he could slide a hand in her dress-- which was unfair. Which was why she was reacting much more strongly than he was. The blush was hard to disguise, and at this point he’d had to have noticed. Which meant he knew what he was doing was working, whether she’d deny it or not. Giving his shoulder a squeeze, she narrowed her eyes at him, “You’re not playing fair, Bokyung. I’m drunk and I’m not wearing panties-- I’d like anything you did to me right now.” Her admittance hadn’t meant to come out as such, rather to say that the physical reaction was natural. She was sensitive, her body buzzing with excitement from the numerous drinks she’d thrown back. His touch was merely a catalyst that would throw her senses into overdrive. 

   She hated the way he laughed at her, knowing how desperate she was coming across despite any attempts to stop it. He was too smug, and it did bring a slight genuine irritation to her, though she supposed that was part of his charm. He furthered his teasing, which brought a huff of frustration. Had he not leaned in to remind her they could leave now, she probably would’ve said something about it. Her body shifted, almost as if urging him to move his fingers closer, the tips her fingers lightly digging into the back of his neck. Of course, like all the times before, he pulled his hand away, causing a barely audible groan to rumble in her throat. “Bokyung--” she whined against his neck, looking up at him as he returned to his upright position. She could play his game, tell him she wanted a drink, make him wait longer to prove she wasn’t as eager as she actually was-- but at this point she didn’t care. “Take me home.” 

His eyes rolled playfully at the comment. Bokyung had to admit that Chanmi had been more vocal on his behavior recently, saying he was being weird, and maybe he had been weird. He had been perfectly himself when they first talked and she cast him aside hoping to never see him. The next time he had been careful about his words, she called it weird, and now there she was again calling it weird- though this time much more light hearted than the first time. “ I’m an asshole, and it’s a spectrum.” He responded half jokingly. “And I’m getting what I want from this dance, but if you want I can be a real pain in the ass.” Bokyung’s hand lowering as his sentence went on, only stopping when it found it’s destination, her ass. He gave it a light squeeze, looking at her with a smug expression waiting for her reaction.  Bokyung would be lying if he didn’t say he was amused with himself for his actions, though he didn’t know which way she’d go on it.

The sigh she gave wasn’t too promising that she would taking his advice, but the words that followed were better. He knew she was used to caring about what people thought of her, in his opinion a little too concerned with it, and that it could really be a drag constantly thinking about what someone else thought. The few times he truly cared what someone thought of him, it felt more restrictive, and he didn’t like having to filter himself. He didn’t think anyone should put the burden of that on themselves. “ I know I’m right and you were a whore.” He pointed out referring to her past job as an escort. “ But people thinking you’re a whore isn’t so bad, you can have all the sex you want.” Bokyung paused, a grin spreading across his face as idea popped into his head. He began moving the hand that had remained on her waist, letting his fingers graze over the skin exposed from the high slit in her dress before pausing under the fabric that covered her inner thigh. He leaned down, his mouth right beside her ear. “ And anywhere you want.” He said, his tone lower much lower than before. 

With his suggestion made, he found his way back to his pervious position in time to see her  looking up at him. Her bright eyes almost made her look innocent, and he had hoped she wasn’t going to comment on what his words could have sounded like. He didn’t need for them to sound sweet, he wasn’t trying to be, he was just trying to get across that she looked hot and of course he was looking. “ I can’t make any promises.” Bokyung replied a cheeky grin on his face making an effort to obviously look back towards her chest.  He brought his eyes back to her own after he’d stare long enough to make the joke, he didn’t need to do too much, he didn’t want to piss her off enough at him that she’d change her decision to sleep with him from earlier. “ You’ll be doing that soon, actually.” He commented, noting how she clung to him and moved his hand from her ass back ( but not before giving another squeeze.) to her waist to give more support. “ If you’ve got your life together than I’m a good person.  Does the most put together person live in an apartment they don’t own with two roommates?” He asked jokingly.

Shaking her head, she gave a soft wave of her hand, "Oh of course, how could I forget? You're an asshole, and there's a spectrum. Thanks for reminding me." She patted his bicep softly,  a nod following her action. Whether he cared to admit it, he'd been acting strange. Calling her beautiful, admitting to staring her down the entire evening? Very un-bo-like things. But she didn't mind, they were a confidence booster for her, and she could always use a healthy dose of confidence, given how much she was lacking. What WAS Bo-like, however, was the way his hands found her ass, giving it a firm squeeze. A cheeky smile found it's way back to her lips as she raised a brow, looking up at him. "Oh, trust me, you're already a real pain in my ass." Her hips pressed into his tightly, making their dance even more difficult given her wobbly legs, but it got her point across. He could be amused with himself, going about teasing her he way he was, but she could tease back, especially given the liquid courage she had in her veins.

However, she pulled away from him, disinterested in the next part of their conversation. It was far too serious for the evening. She knew he was right, but it wasn't that simple. Maybe for a guy like Bo. He was easy, and not just in the sexual sense. He was confident, absolutely too much so. He knew who he was, and he was utterly unapologetic about it. But she wasn't, and that wasn't how she'd been raised. Even as a child it'd been instilled in her to be a good girl. Her parents had cast her out after finding out what kind of lifestyle she lived, to be so unapologetic about her behavior? It wouldn't be easy. But it certainly helped her forget her worries, the way his fingers slid over her thigh, and under the red silk of her dress. His breath was hot on her ear, and her breath was catching in her throat, surprised by his 'bravery', though she shouldn't have been. A shiver found it's way down her spine, far too interested in what he had planned. She certainly had a part of her that wished he'd keep going, slide his fingers all the way up her dress, but she'd only just made a point of saying she didn't want people to think she was a whore-- which is why she was grateful when he pulled them away from her, his hands finding their way back on her hips. Letting out a hefty sigh, she tried to ignore the blush creeping onto her cheeks "B-Bo, I just s-said...." Fuck, she couldn't even form an elaborate sentence. That surely did well to disguise her interest.

It was more difficult to focus on the dance now, knowing for sure where their evening was headed. In fact, it made it difficult to even stay in the venue at all. "F-fine. No eye contact." Looking around the room before she spoke once more, she gave lowered her voice, "How soon--Are we almost done with this dance?"  Why was she letting herself look so desperate? Fuck. Letting out a shaky laugh, she tried to ignore his insult, "Alright, fine, I don't have my life together and you're a terrible human being. Happy now?"

There was a lot of things that Hoseok could do; He could preform difficult surgeries, he could say his ABC’s backwards (the one thing he ever learned in his English classes.), he could still climb trees at a decent pace, he could cook to a certain degree, give him a celebrity and he could do an amazing impression, he could light a fire, tie a knot, binge watch television and gorge himself on chocolate. If he could set his mind to it, Hoseok could do anything.  "I can’t do it.“ – Except, for apparently this. His face was contorted into one of disbelief, dropping the pen on his hands as he finally turned toward her. Was he hearing right? Did she really want this? He didn’t understand what was going on.

His brows furrow, standing up from his seat and leaving the flashcards he was once so intent on making. Staring the woman— His sister, of all people, and processing the words. He had never imagined a day in which he’d find an inkling of his origins. The dreams of finding his mother and father and died at a very young age. (More or so when he saw his ‘friends’ be whisked away by passing adults.)  But he was so giddy when he discovered her, that he couldn’t help but originally tear up a bit when he was home. However, this idea was still outlandish– Still too wild for him to conjure up or even go through with. "I can’t leave my gang and help run yours Chanmi– I’m? I’m a medic. Not a leader.”

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  Her lips pursed, red tint glossy enough to blind a man. Long fingernails tapped against his countertop in a rhythmic fashion. No wasn't really something she was hoping to hear, obviously. Of course, she probably should've gone to someone else about it-- But who did she really have at this point? All of her lovers had left her, family disowned her, and she only really had her 'brother' to rely on, if she could call him that. She'd only known him for a month or so-- only known of him for a few months longer than that thanks to her parents bitter commentary. She'd had Jihoon help her find him, before they'd had their falling out, and she'd been attempting to form a relationship with him since. If anything, he seemed desperate enough to have a familial relationship with her that he wouldn't leave. Not that she thought of him as desperate. She did like him as a person, from what she knew, (( or she wouldn't have asked him to be her co-leader )).

  Reaching into the back pocket of her black jeans, she pulled out her lighter, slipping the cigarette that was behind her ear between her fingers before lighting it, not bothering to care if she smoked in his office-- it was better than a few of her other habits, after all. Sure, the high didn't last as long, but it would kill her a lot slower than blow. Among other things. Letting out a quick exhale, she leaned back against the metallic countertops of his office. "Sure you can. You think anyone is going to take me seriously by myself? Because I was fucking Ji before he died? Of course not. The Outlaw Bloods aren't a bunch of pussies, and if I want to take this position I need help." Leaving her cigarette between her lips she walked over to him, heels clicking. Her hands rested on his shoulders, "Hoseok-- I need you. You're worth more than just a medic and you know it. Between the two of us? We could do it."

Her silence left him feeling hopeful, she had to be considering his offer, normally she’d leave him with a rather quick no, or comment normally coming around to her declining his offer. He was used to it, didn’t mind it and even enjoyed it a little bit- probably why he was so eager to make the offer again and again. He suppose the change of heart came from her officially breaking up with Jihoon, the one person who had recently stopped the already minor sexual contact that they had. Maybe the fact that everyone wanted to get laid at a wedding mixing with the alcohol already in her system. He bit his lip,lifting his brow slightly amused at her wording, sure she had also mentioned she needed another drink, but she intended to fuck his brains out. He highly doubted she’d be the one to fuck anyone’s brains out, she was unbalanced enough already, and he truly believed he’d be the one to do it. “ Alright,  after this dance I’ll get you another drink.”

He noticed her looking around the room, probably trying to see if anyone heard their conversation. She had been insisting most of the night to be decent, whether if it was with her dress, or commenting on his open sexual conversations. “ You know, you’ll have more fun if you aren’t worried about what people are thinking.” It was truthful advice, Bokyung lived not really caring what others had thought about him and he always had his fun. No one could stop him otherwise, it was freeing not to care.  “ My eyes have been on you all night, couldn’t take them off you.” He answered not really thinking about his reply, only catching how it sounded once it was said.   “ Your tits bounced it was hard not to look, besides you know I’m very interested especially when someone looks as sexy as the dress makes you look.” He added quickly, moving his hands lower on her body as they moved. The dancing was slightly awkward with the height difference between the two, but her heels had helped and they weren’t moving too wildly, luckily. He didn’t really think she’d be able to dance so high energy or else she really would fall.  “ Oh, I’ve always known. It’s what I liked about you.” He laughed again at her words, Bokyung was a bit of a mess, it was partly because his reckless nature, but Chanmi was much messier than him. “ You and I both know that even if I’m a mess I’m nothing compared to you.”

   She was surprised at how easily he’d accepted her answer, no shock, no cheeky remarks. But then again, she could assume he’d always expected to win her over in the end. He was a persistent man, and she’d had his dick in her mouth more times than normal for any friendship-- especially given they hadn’t done anything else. Of course, it was probably better he hadn’t said anything smart, she wasn’t entirely sold on the idea yet, he did have a way of exhausting her. The last thing he wanted to do was say something to change her mind. Which was very likely to happen. She exhaled from her nose, closer to a laugh than a breath as she raised her own brow in his direction, “A drink and a dance? Without any complaints? You’re being awfully compliant-- I have to say, it’s a little weird. I’m used to you being a pain in my ass.”

   His advice caused a moment of discomfort for her. She was used to caring what people thought of her, and everyone certainly thought something. Her appearance, both physical, and in temperament were important to control. She couldn’t pick up clients if she wasn’t exactly perfect, and she was used to playing that park. Taekbin had only wanted her a certain way, and though Jihoon had been less inclined to play her off as his pretty trophy, she still hadn’t felt comfortable as herself around him. He’d been better than her, smarter than her, and she’d still felt like she needed to be wary of what he thought. With Bokyung it was different, of course. He was shameless, and he didn’t care who she was, or what she’d done, because he had other priorities-- which meant she could be herself. It was what made their friendship so comfortable. She sighed softly, pushing any bothersome thoughts to the side as she forced a smile back onto her face, “You’re probably right. What should I care if everyone knows i’m a whore-- they all think it already.”

   The confession had her pausing, looking up at him with bright eyes. It was too soft a thing for him to say, and his crude follow up reassured her that all was normal. (( If not for that, she wouldn’t have known what to say. )) “Well, i’m sure they’ll be bouncing later and you can stare then. For now how about you try eye contact? Makes this dance less awkward, given the height difference and all.” Slowdancing had never been easy for her, especially given her partners were always so much taller than her. Bokyung had at least a good half a foot on her, probably more, and heels only did so much. (( She certainly had a habit of surrounding herself with tall men. )) Her chest rested against his own as she clung to him for support, the slight dance proving to be a task for her ankles. “Oh, fuck you Bo. I’ve got my life together, really I do. Who doesn’t want to be me? Messy? Hardly. I’m the most put together one here.”

He could see the smile she was trying to hide and shook his head at her attempt to contain it. Bokyung had seen it before, a few times, mostly when she had a few drinks sometimes during other things. “ I guess we aren’t.” He agreed looking around the room, though he didn’t really need to. They were at a wedding of course the room was full of people, and there probably wasn’t many places to actually be alone without sneaking around. “ But I know a place where the two of us can be alone later,  what do you say to showing it to me then?” He said referring to his apartment, they did actually share it with Jeongdae but he knew how dae had hopes of getting laid tonight as well and probably meant he wouldn’t be there. He shrugged at her comment, giving her breast one final glance before he officially decided to stop looking at them. ( for now at least.) “ I had no intention of making it anything else. I don’t care if someone sees me. You have nice tits, and you aren’t wearing a bra. Others are probably looking too, especially when you were stumbling earlier.” He said smugly, before focusing on walking to the dance floor. He knew he’d have to hold on to her, though as horrible as it sounded if she fell it’d probably be just as rewarding of a view. Wrapping his newly freed arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him “ You are a mess Chanmi.” He chuckled, as he began to move the two of them to the music.

   There was a brief pause as she considered his offer. She figured it wouldn’t be so bad to show him. Bo was a friend, and he’d been rather good to her since they’d made up. He’d taken her in after Jihoon had dumped her, let her move in without really questioning her about it. He’d agreed to be her date, so she hadn’t needed to go alone, and that was all in addition to the things he’d done for her over the entire course of their friendship. Sleeping with Bokyung was hardly something she could think of as a bad thing-- right? Besides, what helped get over an ex better than sex. Biting her lip, she tried to wipe out any thoughts that this might be a bad idea. (( It was just sex, and she’d had plenty, no strings attached. This was hardly different. )) With a smile, she gave him a nod, “Alright. When we get home, I’ll fuck your brains out. But I definitely need another drink before I start to consider it. So keep that in mind.” 

   Her eyes shifted around the room,  hoping no one had heard what she’d said. She figured at this point people knew who she was, the way she bounced from guy to guy. But she was owed a pass at this point, she’d been royally fucked by pretty much everyone around her-- feeling good for one night was only fair. She glanced up at him when she decided no one had been listening, raising a brow at him, “So you were watching me then, too? Specifically my tits? I didn’t know you were so interested.” She held her body tight against his, one hand on his shoulder, her other arm draped around his neck (( Or at least attempting to, he was much taller than her. )) With a sigh, she shook out her hair, letting herself sway with him to the music, “I’ve always been a mess, you’re just choosing to acknowledge it now. Not that you have much room to speak, anyway. God knows you’re messier than I am by a long shot.”

“God, I love you,” She shook her head with a chuckle. She couldn’t resist her when she acted like this and although she was prone to scolding (if she wasn’t drunk with her) she found someone to distract her from the frustration she was close to taking out on someone tonight. “I’m not surprised, he was just being greasy.” With a shake of her head she took the others hand. “Nice to know. I’m not either, I’m all for the free the nipple campaign. Also I was too lazy. Let’s go get some drinks.” Why she was encouraging this behavior she didn’t know, she was just lucky enough to have someone to drink with.

   “Love you too, sweetheart,” She let out a laugh too, her smile growing wider. Minah had a way of making her feel more comfortable, less ashamed about how messy she was. Minah had a point of course, Bokyung was the epitome of greasy, and she should’ve known better than to let him dictate just how nude she showed up to the party. But there wasn’t anything she could do about it now. “He’s always greasy-- His roomate is just as bad, honestly.” Shaking her head, she smoothed out her dress, fluffing her hair and giving a curt nod, “Drinks-- Drinks are a terrible idea. But when have I ever turned down alcohol. Let’s go.”