JaeKnight

Tonight is rather special not only because it’s been two weeks since you and your gals went out for the night, but it’s also because you’re going out of town with them! Or out of this district in Busan. You got invited to Park Chanyeol’s house party located in a much more remote area in Busan, out of the city area. The word is his parents are out of the country for a week so he has their beach-house to himself.

You and Chanyeol are acquaintances, but you don’t consider him as a friend even though you partied with him before. Your friend, Song Jihye, are much better friends with him. She’s the social butterfly in your group, extremely social. Chanyeol’s popular for… gosh, you don’t know, for being handsome? For being tall and rich? But yes, he’s all of those things. He flirted with you once, but he’s not your type. He flirts with everyone, anyway. Okay, maybe you and him are more than acquaintances. Okay, you're actually friends with him, just not that close.

“Seohyun,” Jihye snaps her fingers in front of you. You spaced out; you didn’t realize that it’s past 5 PM. “Let’s go, c’mon.”

“Oh, yeah, yeah,” you nod excitedly, closing and collecting the book on top of your desk. “Let’s go.”

You’re a business major student, and you'd say you're not so bad at class. Not so bad at partying either. You’re at the generation where you can be good at both; balancing social life and academic life. Look at your other best friend, Park Nayeon—introverted, smart, typical bookworm, wouldn’t go out at parties before, but now she does. You think it’s thanks to you and Jihye because you pulled her out of her shell. Now Nayeon is dating one of the finest men in your university, Kim Jongin, who goes by the name Kai. Nayeon met him at one of those parties you went to. Talk about luck! Well, Nayeon is drop dead gorgeous anyway, you call them the ‘dream couple’.

“Jesus christ, would you guys get a room?” you grimace at the couple who are snogging in the hallway after we get out of your room, you see a tongue traveling across the other mouth. Kai is waiting outside for Nayeon. “Where’s your decency?”

“Decency?” Jihye raises an eyebrow at you. “Lee Seohyun, since when did you learn decency?”

“What are you talking about?” you pretend not to understand what Jihye means. “I’m a decent person.”

Now, everyone—Nayeon, Jihye, Kai—is looking at you weird.

Okay, you admit, you and Kai made out once—just once—it’s only a one-night-thing, and Nayeon knows this. They weren’t together then. You and Kai never hit home run, but he’s a great kisser. Small sword, but his tongue performance suffices it all. It was a bit awkward on your part when Kai and Nayeon were getting close—no, you weren’t jealous; it was plain weird. But with time, you’ve come to accept their relationship and let be bygones be bygones. What happened then was nothing more than just a good time. Absolutely no malice with Kai to this date, it’s as if that never happened. And Nayeon knows you never touch a guy who’s in a relationship or even in an “unlabeled” situationship! Nayeon never felt awkward about it, but you think she forgot about it. You guess she trusts you, which she should. You love your friends more than temporary men.

Kai wraps his arms around Nayeon’s shoulder and arranges the strap of his backpack on his shoulder, scoffing, and retorts, “We’ll see about that tonight, Ms. Decent Seohyun.”

You laugh loud but immediately keep a straight face, keeping your act together. “I'll show you all.”

“Please don’t. I’m not interested,” Kai retorts, raising his hands up as if he’s surrendering. Then steals a kiss on Nayeon’s cheek. “I only want hers,” he whispers to Nayeon. “And hers only.”

Your mouth falls open, not expecting to feel offended, but at the same time thinking that these two had totally done it, no matter how Nayeon denies it. Anyway, you know you’ve got a great body! You’re not as busty as Jihye but you get a fair amount of compliments about your body since after all you take care of your body, you workout when you're not lazy, and you eat healthily. “Hey, you—“

Your stutter. Your mind stops thinking and so does your mouth when a familiar figure passes by your group in the hallway. It’s Byun Baekhyun! And your eyes meet for a second with him that feels longer than that. Then you bring your attention back to your friends, but your mind is on Baekhyun. You falter internally, fanning yourself internally—your eyes meet. Again!

You heard he’s coming over at the party tonight.

You clear your throat, your voice is calmer, “I'm a decent person.”

You don’t know if Byun Baekhyun knows you, but you certainly know him. He’s a friend of Chanyeol’s (everyone is a friend of Chanyeol’s). You had classes with him last semester, and something about Baekhyun that you don’t find in a lot of men—he’s interesting. He’s sort of quiet, aloof, but he looks like he has a lot of intelligence behind those dark and brooding eyes. You find that interesting, and not to mention he’s really cute. It’s one of the reasons you're excited for tonight, it will be your first time partying with him around.

You’re a simple person with a black shoulder-length hair. You only wear a simple white cami tank top tucked under your denim shorts, and… a pair of white sneakers. Although one should never, ever wear white shoes at parties because it will stain your pairs. However, white shoes look good with your get up tonight. You also bring a lightweight plaid black shirt just in case it gets cold even though it’s summer, you tie it around your waist.

Jihye is much more flashy, proudly flaunting her busty cleavage in her sleeveless red bodysuit and wears a pair of ripped denim pants. She’s wearing heels though you told her we’ll be at a nearby beach, so you don’t know if heels are the best choice.

Nayeon is also simple. Gray long sleeve off-shoulders, denim pants, and a pair of short nude ankle boots. Maybe you should’ve worn your boots, too. But you're too late, you’re on your way to Chanyeol’s place with your friends. Kai’s driving. He didn’t change clothes. He’s still wearing his black pants and his varsity jacket.

In this party, or at any party you’ve been to, no one is discriminated against. It doesn’t matter if you’re the shy type, the nerd type, the student council type, the traditional type, the rebel type, the misfit—heck, it doesn’t matter if you’re a professor—as long as there is no malice; just showing up is all that matters and everyone is welcome to have a good time. It’s the 21st century, everyone is slowly becoming more accepting towards people.

You liberally enter the front doors of Chanyeol’s beach house. The party has started and cars are parked outside his home, people scattered in the front yard, the backyard, and of course, inside the premises. Lots of familiar faces you see on campus are here. You grab a bottle of beer in the kitchen, and your eyes start to wander around while casually drinking your beer. The music is loud but conversations are still possible without shouting too loud. You talk and talk to other people, dance a little to the beat, and drink another bottle of beer.

You also spot your ex, Lay. A blessed man but lazy in bed. It's spelled L-A-Y-Z-Y. But who are you to complain if he has a mighty goddamn sword sheathed under those pants? It didn’t work out between you and Lay. Maybe you were a terrible girlfriend for not showing much affection, or he was too clingy. Plus, you don’t get each other. You thought there was something mysterious about him, but he’s the what-you-see-is-what-you-get type. Needless to say, you were incompatible with Lay. It did last though for almost a year. He’s a nice person.

“Seohyun!”

You almost choke your drink after a man—average in height, big eyes, and with a cheeky smile—approaches you. “Kyungsoo!” you fake a cry, opening your arms wide to hug him, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I missed you!”

Kyungsoo hugs you back around your waist. It’s been a while since you last saw him, or had time to hang out with him. He’s a computer science student. He’s from a different building, so you and him don’t see a lot. You and Kyungsoo were partners in one class you shared so you and him became really close since then. You swear you would marry this man if he and you don’t have the same interest in men.

“How are you?” Kyungsoo asks, looking at you from head to toe. “You look great.”

"I'm fine. Still single, you know. You?”

“Tss,” he hisses, "I know you can choose any guy you like, please.”

You chuckle breathily, flattered but you try to downplay it. “Please, that’s not true.” Then change the subject to him. “You? How are you?”

“Still single. Can’t find time, really. Too many projects,” he sighs, stressed, "I can’t really rely on people nowadays.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You know a lot of people who don’t know how to program yet still pass the subject. It infuriates you,” he rants.

You chuckle. “Don’t worry about that, you're sure you’ll get better opportunities once we graduate.”

“Yeah…,” he sighs, “maybe you just need some drink.” He takes a large gulp of his beer. Then he freezes just like you did earlier, his big eyes become wider, stuck in his position after perhaps spotting someone.

You turn around in the direction he’s looking at and, to your surprise, you see Baekhyun with Oh Sehun who passes by the living room to step outside the deck. And holy crap, your eyes meet again while they pass by. Stunned for a second, you look back slowly at Kyungsoo, squinting your eyes at him, but deep inside, you're smiling. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s the guy I like.”

Your mouth gapes open. “Which one? The shorter one?”

“No, the tall one. Oh Sehun.”

Your mouth opens wider, but you feel more relieved. “Really?” The tall one is wearing plain gray long sleeves and jeans; his black hair is before shoulder length and he pushes it with reading glasses that almost act like a headband.

Kyungsoo pulls your arm and points a finger in front of his lips. “Shh. Don’t tell anyone.” Then he casually turns his head to gaze at him longingly, they’re standing outside the glass doors of the deck and you can see through them. “He’s under my gay radar,” he mutters lowly.

“Why do you guys always get the good-looking ones?” you complain but at the same time joke, then you drink your beer while watching Kyungsoo. He’s so adorable. But you don’t dare to look in the same direction where Baekhyun and Sehun are at. You're just hoping that Baekhyun is looking at your direction and you’ll show that you're having a good time at this party, which you are. Kyungsoo looks back at you, and you laugh at him. “Do you want to get to know him? Oh Sehun? you mean, yeah, he’s hot.”

In his deep, full voice, he raises his eyebrows. “You know him?”

“Yeah! We talked once or twice, I think.” Then you unconsciously look at their direction, and holy shit, you catch Baekhyun’s gazes—he’s looking at you. You quickly look back at Kyungsoo, slightly panicky. Your mind captures the image of him at the quick glance, he’s “casually” drinking his beer while looking in your direction. You act as cool as possible. "I’ve never seen him with anyone, you know,” you say, referring that you’ve never seen Sehun with a romantic partner (but Baekhyun is still on your mind, he’s looking at you!). You continue, “So, you have a chance, wouldn’t you say? He’s friendly.”

Kyungsoo finishes his drink while holding his bottle firmly so that he could squeeze it. “What am I going to say?”

You raise your shoulders. "I don’t know. Say hi for a start. Hi, I’m Do Kyungsoo,” you say, making a terrible impression of his voice. But Baekhyun’s gaze is still on your mind.

Kyungsoo stares at you deadly.

Scared for your own life, you wrap your arm around his arm and pull him outside the deck. “You know what we need?” Yes, you're pulling Kyungsoo outside the deck where Baekhyun and Sehun are.

“Seohyun, what are you doing?” Kyungsoo panics, slightly resisting your pull.

“Don’t worry. Trust me,” you say, still approaching the sliding glass door. Then, you walk past them. And you can just feel his strong presence. It’s riveting, you admit.

Kyungsoo sighs in relief after you are a few feet away from them. “Where are we going?”

“Getting what we need—some liquid courage.” Your eyes beam after spotting the table that has a variety of different bottles of alcohol. Your eyes only see one thing—the bottle of tequila. What else?

You pull Kyungsoo to the table and it’s very messy. There are a lot of used shot glasses around the table, empty red beer cups, potato chips, and some spills of alcohol. You take two used shot glasses. You don’t care who used it. If anyone can kiss anyone, a simple used glass wouldn’t be so harmful.

You pour the shot glasses with tequila. You and Kyungsoo put salt at the back of your hand and you hold out your glasses high to make a toast. Then you lick the back of your hand, quickly drink the shot of tequila, and take some lime wedges from the table to sip it. You can feel your face, throat, and ears instantly burning. You make a bitter face. That was some good tequila.

“Seohyun,” a man approach.

Licking the lime taste off your lips, you look at the tall man in a muscle tee and shorts. “Chanyeol, hey.”

“Why do you always lick the back of your hand as if you’re fucking it?” Chanyeol says as his greeting to you.

Your mouth falls open in surprise, and you laugh throatily. Your hand flies over your chest. “No, I do not! You’re such a pervert!”

Chanyeol scoffs, raising his shoulders with arms open. "I'm just telling you what I see.”

You shake your head, rolling your eyes.

Chanyeol submits and laughs. “Anyway, glad you came.” He hands his hand out and you reach for it and you make a bro handshake with him, he almost squeezed your hand, and he’s so tall. He cocks his head at Kyungsoo as his greeting. You don’t think Kyungsoo has made Chanyeol’s acquaintances. “Chanyeol,” he then introduces himself to Kyungsoo.

“Do Kyungsoo.”

Chanyeol and Kyungsoo bump their fists as a handshake. “You at business, too? I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”

“No, I'm in computer science,” Kyungsoo answers. “Seohyun and you shared a class before.”

Chanyeol looks disgustingly at Kyungsoo, but not meant for him. He drinks his beer. “Yucks, math.”

Kyungsoo scoffs, “Tell you about it.”

“How many math subjects do you have? you could barely breathe in,” Chanyeol scratches his head, thinking, “one math subject.”

“Thirteen,” Kyungsoo answers.

“Jesus fuck. Thirteen?!” Chanyeol exclaims. You're surprised, too. This is your first time hearing it.

“Bro, engineers have more,” Kyungsoo says.

Chanyeol surrenders, holding his hands up. "I don’t want to talk about math anymore. I'm just grateful that I passed my math test yesterday, okay?” He sighs after taking a large gulp of his drink while frowning, then he starts, "I know a guy who shifts from compsci to busi—“

“Chanyeol,” someone approaches from behind, patting Chanyeol’s back.

Everyone inside your circle turn your heads, and much to your surprise. Holy crap. It’s Oh Sehun and Byun Baekhyun. This isn’t part of your plan, you were planning that you and Kyungsoo are the one who’ll approach them. This totally caught you off guard.

“Look who’s here,” Chanyeol exclaims, “Oh motherfucking Sehun!” Chanyeol pats Sehun’s back begrudgingly while beaming, enjoying mocking Sehun. “Have you seen them, huh? Kai and Nayeon?” He teases.

Your ears tingle upon hearing your friend’s name. Your eyes meet with Kyungsoo’s, who’s piercing you a glare with his owl-like pupils. Is this a hint that there’s something going on between them—Nayeon, Kai, Sehun? Some sort of love triangle? Why didn’t you know this? You’re Nayeon’s best friend. Or maybe you're just jumping to conclusions. Right, you shouldn’t think about it much.

You notice Sehun quickly looking at you, and you're assuming it’s because he knows you're one of Nayeon’s best friends. You, Jihye, and Nayeon are almost inseparable.

“No, you came to ask—“

“Oh!” Chanyeol snaps, interrupting Sehun, "I remember you were looking for someone to inquire for your thesis, right?”

Sehun’s shoulders relax. “Yeah.”

Chanyeol then pats Kyungsoo’s shoulder, pulling him into the center of your circle. “This is Do Kyungsoo. He’s computer science.”

And in the simple introduction, Sehun gets what Chanyeol means. “Is he?” Then Sehun looks at Kyungsoo. “Are you? I’m Sehun by the way.” He transfers the beer cup to his other hand to shake Kyungsoo’s hand.

Sneaky You, on the side, drinks your beer “casually” watching their interaction.

“Yeah, I'm-I'm in my senior year.” Kyungsoo is almost frozen in his position, and can't blink an eye.

“Nice.” Sehun puts his hand in his pocket. “Look,” he clears his throat, "I don’t mean to spoil the night with academics but can I ask you a few questions about websites, apps, and IoT stuff? It’s for our thesis—“

“IoT?” Kyungsoo’s eyebrows raise in surprise. “You need a system for your thesis, I’m assuming?” He concludes.

Sehun nods. “Yeah, something like that.”

Kyungsoo then look at you, you can sense he’s unsure what to do.

You mouth, “Talk to him.” Then you elbow him.

Kyungsoo looks back at Sehun, and says, “Sure.” And they stand on the side of the table and start discussing academic stuff. You think Kyungsoo will be fine since he’s a nerd at heart, he likes talking about academic stuff, especially if it’s his field. There’s nothing more attractive than an intellectual man.

“What the hell is an ai-yo-tee?” Someone beside you speaks, referring to the foreign term that they were talking about.

You huff and take a sip of your beer. "I honestly have no idea.” You take a quick glance at the man beside you and turn back looking at the mouth of your brown bottle. It takes you a moment before you realize who you're talking to. You freeze.

It’s Baekhyun.

Your gazes lock like magnets as soon as you turn back at him. After one… two seconds, you're stuck looking at him—at Byun Baekhyun—his eyes are dark but gleaming under those handsome eyelids. At the next second, you gather your composure and break eye contact with him. "I'm Seohyun. Lee Seohyun,” you smile.

"I know you. I see you in class,” he says. "I'm Baekhy—”

“Yeah, I know you, too,” you cut him short, then you say his name, “Baekhyun.” you gulp your drink high; you can feel your face burning from the alcohol you’ve consumed. “You, uhm, I remember you correcting me in front of professor Kim last semester.”

Baekhyun laughs, the corner of his eyes crinkling. He gulps his drink. “You still remember that? That was your memory of me?”

You chuckle. “Yeah, I was pretty embarrassed.”

"I'm sorry,” he says. "I wasn’t wrong though.”

Your mouth drops open, looking down, and raises a hand in submission. “You’re right, that’s why it was humiliating.” You laugh and look at him, your gazes lock once more. This time, you and him are both smiling.

He stares at you, smiling. “Seohyun,” he says your name lowly in his honeyed voice. He nods softly, looking around the deck. "I'm getting another drink, would you like some?”

You shake your bottle and you feel it’s almost empty. “Yeah, you're running low.”

“Would you wait for me here?”

Your cheeks burn, flattered by his courtesy. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll stay here”

"I’ll be back.”

Then you watch him enter the house and walk back to the kitchen. Suddenly, you can feel gazes staring at you. You look across the deck and see Nayeon looking at you suggestively, wriggling her eyebrows, as Kai holds Nayeon’s waist. Kai raises his bottle at you also suggestively with a smirk plastered in his face.

You swear to the holy sweet cheese of mayonnaise, you will clash their heads together like cymbals.

You ignore the fools and look around the deck and spots Jihye already flirting with Johnny Suh from tourism. Not bad at all, Jihye.

And in no time, Baekhyun is back with two bottles of beers at hand.

“Thanks,” you say after he hands you a bottle.

“So why have we never talked before?” He asks you straightforwardly, catching you off guard.

You chuckle a throaty laugh. "I don’t know.” You drink your cold beer that refreshes your throat. "I didn’t know you were this...,” you gesture at him, can’t find the right word you're looking for to describe him.

“What?”

You frown, still searching for the word. "I don’t know. I always thought you were kinda quiet.”

“In class, maybe,” he says. "I don’t give a damn about it.”

“Seriously?” You raise your eyebrows in disbelief. “But, like, I think you’re one of the top…,” you don’t want to admit it, “…top in class. Well, at least, at the classes we shared.”

He scrunches his nose, and drinks his beer.

You half shrug. "I see you as a competition sometimes.”

Baekhyun grins and looks at you in disbelief. “For real?”

“Not a bad thing, though,” you add. “It’s a good motivator.”

“Some professors don’t know shit.”

You chuckle. "I didn’t know you’re troublesome.”

“They are,” he retorts. “Things they teach us are useless out there.”

You purse your lips down. "I can’t disagree with you on that. Grades don’t matter outside, it’s all about having an edge. We’re just all here busting your asses off for a piece of paper saying we’ve done it.” Then you smile at him, shrugging one shoulder, “But it does make us responsible, doesn’t it?”

Baekhyun chuckles, softly nodding in acknowledgement, and drinks his beer while locking his gaze at you. He sighs after drinking, and casually says, "I like you.”

You freeze a little, staring back at him. He looks hot drinking that beer while he stares at you. You can feel the fizzy sensation whirling inside your stomach. You collect your cool and pretend to be unfazed by his unexpected charm. You say slowly, “That’s a bit straightforward, Mr. Byun.” You look at your empty wrist to look at your invisible watch. “It’s still early.”

“Baek!” A woman, you don’t know who, approaches him that breaks your eye contact with him. “It’s been forever! Want to catch up?”

Baekhyun looks at the woman. “Hey, Yuri. How’s it going? I'm…,” he glances at you and back to the woman, "I think I’m already taken.”

You find yourself in a daze. You stare at him and a smile slowly forms on your lips.

The girl, Yuri, judge you from head to toe with a raised eyebrow. Then she looks back at Baekhyun. “Well, that’s too bad.” Then she holds Baekhyun’s shoulder and air-kisses each other.

You raise a brow at this man in front of you while the woman leaves out of sight. Thinking, What the hell was that?

Baekhyun’s mouth open without saying a word, raising his shoulders, but unapologetic.

You slightly shake while you drink your beer. “Why haven't we hung out before?”

"I guess good things take time.”

You eye him. “Real smooth, not gonna lie.”

Baekhyun snickers.

“Seohyun!” You turn your head to your right and see Jihye approaching with Johnny behind her. She quickly glances at Baekhyun to acknowledge his existence and Jihye pulls your arm and whispers, “Isn’t he so hot?”

You glance up at the tall man behind Jihye and whispers back, “He’s a fucking tower, Jihye.”

Jihye looks at you lustily and smugly, “Maybe there’s another tower down there.”

“You nasty bitch!” You almost shriek, slapping her shoulder.

Jihye giggles shamelessly, then swiftly looks at Baekhyun. “Hi! I think I’ve seen you around.”

“Baekhyun,” he introduces himself, smiling. And just in time, Kai and Nayeon join your circle.

“Baek!” Kai and Baekhyun bump their fists. “Watch out,” he teases, making sure you hear it.

You narrow your gaze at Kai.

Jihye then pulls Johnny to the circle. “He’s Johnny Suh,” she introduces to everyone in a flirty voice. “He’s hilarious.”

As the night goes deeper, your body feels slower. Time feels slower. You feel happier. Everyone is louder, everyone is rowdy, everyone is having fun. You dance to the beat of the music—you and your girls dancing at the deck with everyone. And you didn’t know Baekhyun is such a gatekeeper. He’s holding your waist while you dance (and you like it very much). He holds your waist firmer, pulling you closer to his body, when another guy tries to dance with you.

It drives you crazy.

You turn around to face him, to dance with him. You're both drunk, your faces red, and you stare at each other’s eyes while dancince. Now, he’s holding both sides of your waist.

“You’re kinda hot,” you say, bobbing your head to the music.

“What?” He leans his ear forward; he can’t hear you because of the music.

"I said you’re hot!” you say louder over the loud music.

Baekhyun bends his head forward and leans closer to your ear, his cologne drifts around your nose as you stare at his neck. He smells so good, better than pine trees. And—

You feel his cheek touch yours, his lips touch your ear. “You’re hot,” he utters in his husky voice, his voice melts in your ear like melted chocolate.

Baekhyun pulls back to look at you and he smirks, playfully cocking his eyebrows.

And a raging sensation boils in your stomach that warms up your whole body. Byun Baekhyun!

Some people start running close to the beach. So you and Baekhyun follow. Jihye removes her heels so she can enjoy the beach. You also see Kyungsoo around Sehun’s circle and you never feel so proud of him.

Baekhyun laughs at you, staring down at your shoes while you and him walk slowly near the beach. “Why are you wearing white shoes?”

You look down at your stained white shoes that have been stepped on by Nayeon’s boots, some dickhead spilled drinks on it. You tried to be mindful as you can, you really did, but accidents really do happen. You sigh, "I don’t know, I'm stupid.” You arrange your hair as air blows in your direction from the beach, and you shiver.

Then warmth suddenly wraps around your shoulders when Baekhyun gives you his jacket.

Classy guy.

This is why men like to bring jackets at parties.

“Thanks,” you say, pulling his jacket around you.

“Do you smoke?” He asks, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket.

You nod, “Sure.”

Baekhyun offers you a stick and you clip it between your lips. He stands in front of you, his back facing the sea, to block the warm breeze from blowing the light off while he lights your stick with a lighter.

You watch his face glows orange, his face close to yours, as he lights his own stick. His cigarettes are flavored, the menthol one. You inhale deeply and let the minty warm air soothe your lungs and calm your brain, then blow the rest of the smoke out of your lips, some out of your nose.

Your feet start walking on its own, finding yourselves walking away from the small rowdy crowd who’s playing along the calm waves of the summer night beach. You stare at the night sky, there’s no moon so the stars appear brighter in the vast space. And you're mesmerized while you blow your smoke with Baekhyun next to you. You enjoy his silence, it’s not uncomfortable. Hums of the waves are beguiling, the sound of the warm breezy air howls along. It’s better than any symphony you’ve heard.

You look to your right, where the sea is at. Daunting but alluring. The horizon is barely visible, there’s no moon to give even ample illumination to the sea surface. But the roars of the sea waves make its presence known.

Then you catch Baekhyun’s gaze under the dim light while you both walk. His pupils are, to say at least, darker and more captivating than the background behind him.

“What?” You say.

He pulls his cigarette to his mouth, then he shakes his head.

“What?” You iterate your question.

“The first time I actually met you was at the admission office,” he begins. “Freshmen. You were filing for a scholarship. I was filing for one, too.”

You raise your eyebrows. “Really?” you furrow your eyebrows trying to recall such a memory. But you don’t remember him. Gosh. “You remembered me?”

“Yeah, I thought you had a great ass.”

You laugh, surprised. Though you're flattered; it feels like a compliment if it came from him.

He looks behind you. “Still do.”

You slap his shoulder, still laughing. “Oh god.”

"I'm kidding,” Baekhyun shields himself with his forearm, and adds, “not really.” He turns around and starts walking backwards, gazing at the direction where you both came from.

You turn your head back and you're surprised at the distance you hiked. You could cover all of them with your palm in your view, that’s how far you are.

Baekhyun runs along the shore and sits on the sand. You sit beside him, the sand is warm. He lights another stick of cigarette and blows the smoke directed to the sky. Then he looks at you and flashes a gentle smile.

“Do you want to swim?” He asks.

“What?”

"I think you heard me.”

“But I don’t have any swimwear.”

Baekhyun shrugs, looks down at him, “Neither do I.” He takes a puff of smoke.

You frown at him, getting what he’s suggesting. You scoff and finish your cigarette, inhale and blow it up in the air, not saying a word.

“So?” Baekhyun is actually waiting for your answer.

“Only if you kiss me,” you kid, laughing. You don’t really expect him to—

Baekhyun kisses you. His lips pressed against yours. His finger is holding your chin. And you're stunned, frozen. But his kiss warms you up.

He pulls away and you blink. He smiles playfully with your faces only inches away from each other. Oh, this sleazy bastard.

“C’mon,” he says, standing up and he starts walking near the water. He pulls his shoes off, strips his clothes off, his back facing you, until he is butt-naked. Like, for real, butt naked. He has round butt cheeks.

You cover your mouth, astounded and amused at the sight that you are witnessing. This man is nuts! And you feel excited after seeing his mouth-watering physique.

And since you are a woman of your words—and you admit, you were waiting for him to kiss you this whole night—you stand while he runs to the water and screams loudly. “Woohoo!” He shouts.

His excitement is contagious. You feel the sizzling adrenaline rushing inside you. You quickly strip your clothes off while his back is still facing you. Shoes off. His jacket and your plaid shirt off.

Baekhyun jumps naked in the water, diving in.

You pull your tank top over your head and unhook your strapless bra. You feel goosebumps all over your body as the air kisses your bare skin.

This is stupid. This is stupid. This is stupid.

You quickly look around just to make sure no one is around but us. Then you pull down your shorts and panties.

What the absolute fuck are you doing?

But you don’t care! This feels so sexy.

His back is still facing you, still diving and screaming. You run to the water, screaming! Scared but excited. The water is warm, you heard someone say. You close your eyes, holding your breasts with one arm to keep it from bouncing as you run to the water, you're still screaming. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” you jump slightly when your bare feet meet the warm and calm water.

Baekhyun finally turns around at you, flipping his hair to the side. He laughs out loud then says, “C’mon, Seohyun. Let’s go! Woohoo!” He cheers for you.

Oh god. You don’t know if he saw you fully naked or not under the dark. But shit, you don’t care anymore. You free your breasts for him to see, you don’t care.

“Baekhyun! I’m actually scared!” you shout, going to him.

“No, you’re doing great!” He dives to your direction, then wipes his wet face with his wet hand.

Your heart is pounding hard. You don’t care that you're naked, you're actually scared because it’s so dark. You hope you don’t die from this.

“It’s safe!” Baekhyun shouts. His words do make you feel safer. Then you see him dive under the water and quickly draw up and shouts, “Wooh!”

That looks fun and so you did what he’s doing—just swim. You dive under the salt warm water and let it wrap every inch of your bare body. It feels amazing. The thrill being in the dark, the thrill of getting caught naked, the thrill being one with nature, the thrill being in this vast sea.

It’s fucking amazing. And fucking outrageous.

You gasp for air as you pull your head out of the water and you scream, “Wooooooh!”

“Seohyun!” Baekhyun shouts your name, raising both of his hands high, cheering for you.

“Fuck you, Baekhyun!” you shout back. You realize that this extreme stimulation of being naked, being in the wild, being in the dark, wakes you up from your drunk state. You feel sober again.

You swim more, surprisingly enjoying this time. You stand close to Baekhyun for safety precautions, of course. You splash water at him and he splash water at you. You laugh loud and scream loud, and don't give a damn about anything. You’re losing yourselves. Your heart is jumping from excitement. This is so fun!

Baekhyun surprises you from behind, you turn around to him. Then you laugh, “This is so fun!”

“Yeah,” he’s also panting heavily. He’s holding your hands under the water, firmly.

You and Baekhyun are following the flow of the wave, your bodies moving slightly up and down with your feet standing on the seafloor.

You both catch your breaths in silence, only the sound of waves flowing emits. You stare at him, he stares at you. Suddenly, everything around us feels distant—almost fading, the sound of the sea and air are blurry to your ears. All you can see is him, Byun Baekhyun, his eyes are dark but gleaming under those handsome but wet eyelids.

"I think you’re really pretty,” he says.

You huff timidly. “You’re just drunk. Everyone looks attractive when druhmnfm—”

He leans in forward. Your eyes flutter close after your lips meet, hushing you quiet. Your lips are unmoving for a short while until you move your lips to cover his. His hand brushes behind your back and pulls your body to him until your bare bodies touch. You wrap your arms around his neck, your breasts squeezing against his chest. His tongue enters your mouth and you gladly accept it, your kiss intensifies. He’s so sexy. You both are so sexy. You can feel your wet skin burning. You moan, he groans.

Your lips part and he look at you in the eye with your foreheads leaning against each other. Under a heavy breath, he says, "I'm telling the truth.”

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“Seohyun!” I hear Jeno calling my name, his eyes are smiling in my direction. 

I see Baekhyun eyes Jeno then he looks back at me. “You know him?”

“I-I—,” I stutter frantically. My chest starts to pound hard as I feel Jeno’s shadow getting closer and my mind starts to malfunction, unable to think properly. 

Why do I have to bump into Baekhyun now, of all times? My mind is in shambles.

I take a deep, regretful breath, and force a smile at Baekhyun, “I have to go.” Then I take one quick look behind, and Jeno is just a foot away from us, and my feet just want to run away. This is not my thing. That night with Jeno was just a game, it’s nothing serious. We had no connection at all. 

Sometimes I think I have this charm that I can make it look like I’m their soulmate, but I’m not. Thanks for the attention, but no thanks. The feeling is not mutual. 

I know, I’m a jerk. I don’t care.

I walk past Baekhyun and head straight to the elevator because I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to handle such situations but to run away. Especially that I’m sober.

I really am a jerk. 

Well, shit. I am absolutely regretting running away. Baekhyun was literally in front of me, noticing me, looking me in the eyes! But everything happened so fast with Jeno following me. 

But okay, I gotta admit, it feels real nice when a guy is chasing me, especially someone as cute as Jeno, but I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Maybe it really is because I have commitment issues, as Nayeon had said. 

What the hell am I thinking? Jeno’s not worth it. He called me “Baby girl”? How disrespectful!

Suddenly an image of Baekhyun pops inside my head, looking at me with his magnetic gaze and he calls me in his honeyed voice, “Baby girl.” 

I blush.

My unstoppable, random thoughts pause for a goddamn second thinking about Baekhyun saying that to me. I’m so shameless. Heck, no one will ever know what’s inside my mind. 

“Seohyun,” Kyungsoo calls me, grabbing my attention.

I blink repeatedly and face Kyungsoo. “Yeah? You were saying something?” 

I’m with Kyungsoo at the library who’s actually waiting for Sehun. What the fuck? Apparently, things also escalated between them, at least at the academic side of things. Romantically? No. At least not yet according to Kyungsoo. 

‘He never looked at a woman at the party,’ I remember Kyungsoo texting me about it the other day. ‘He was checking out men!’ I felt his excitement through my screen, and now I’m with him to wait for Oh Sehun because they’re gonna talk about thesis stuff. 

And I don’t know how to feel all about this. I’m bitter.

Why is everything working out for everyone but me? What have I done wrong?

“Maybe the thing with your friends, Kai and Nayeon… maybe he liked Kai, not the girl,” Kyungsoo wonders since Chanyeol once teased Sehun at the party about spotting Kai and Nayeon together. 

“Oh…,” I say with less enthusiasm. I’m sad and bitter. I’m the one who kind of helped Kyungsoo to get close with Sehun, and everything is working out for him. Okay, I’m happy for him. Sure. 

Kyungsoo sighs, adoring his phone. “He added me on Facebook,” he mumbles to himself as if he couldn’t get over receiving a friend request from his crush. I can almost see the glitter in his eyes through his lens. I’m really happy for him.

Baekhyun and I are not friends on Facebook.

I force a smile. “That’s great, DO.” DO is his nickname. I try to suck it up and be a good friend, and ask, “So, what are you gonna do? Where are you gonna hangout?”

“Sehun said he’ll meet me here at the library ‘cause he’s gonna return some books then we’ll hang out at the…,” Kyungsoo’s wide eyes wander, thinking, “dorm’s study area with his group mates. Since the library’s pretty full.”

I widen my eyes, slightly shaking my head, implying I want more information. “And then?”

Kyungsoo frowns. “And then, what?”

I raise my shoulders, “You know…”

Kyungsoo scoffs, raising an eyebrow at me. “Seohyun, I’m just helping them with their thesis. Nothing more.”

“Nothing more?” I tilt my head. “No moves on him?”

He chuckles breathily, kinda blushing. “I don’t know. I’m not thinking about that. I’m nervous actually.” He closes the lid of his laptop in front of him. “I’ll just go with the flow.”

I shrug, half interested. “Well, tell me how it goes.”

Kyungsoo nods and slides his laptop into his backpack. 

Then my eyes catch a tall and broad figure that enters the library doors. “Speaking of the devil,” I say as I watch the tall man in a moss green polo shirt and jeans walk inside the library. 

Kyungsoo whirls around and he pauses because it’s Oh Sehun. Sehun receives gazes from both men and women alike as he makes his entrance. I mean, I ain’t gonna lie, Sehun’s fucking hot. But he’s Kyungsoo’s and I know how to respect. 

Kyungsoo turns back to me with panicky eyes, quickly zipping his bag close. 

I find this Kyungsoo cute so I softly laugh at him. “Good luck.”

Kyungsoo is at a loss for words, then my eyes meet with Sehun’s and he starts walking toward our table. I slightly nod at Sehun to acknowledge him and he cocks both of his thick eyebrows at me. 

“He’s close,” I murmur, warning Kyungsoo.

“How do I look?” Kyungsoo asks.

I almost choke, but I do evaluate his looks. “You look fine. Just relax.”

Kyungsoo takes a deep breath and pushes his glasses on his nose. 

“Hey, Seohyun,” Sehun greets me after reaching us as if we’re such close friends, then he looks at Kyungsoo. “Hey, man.”

Kyungsoo only clears his throat as he stands up, putting his bag on his back.

“Ready to go?” Sehun asks Kyungsoo.

“Y-Yeah.” Kyungsoo can’t even look Sehun in the eyes! I am trying my best to hold back my grin. Kyungsoo is so adorable.

“By the way,” Sehun looks at me, “have you seen Baekhyun?”

I’m taken aback. “What?”

Sehun turns around. “Is he here?” Then he looks back at me.

I’m genuinely confused. Hearing Baekhyun’s name alone and aloud just has a different impact on me. “Why are you asking me?”

“Just asking. So, no?”

I shake my head, still unsure why Sehun would ask me about Baekhyun. Is he trying to imply something? “No, he isn’t.”

Then Sehun checks his wrist watch. “Okay. We gotta go,” he looks at Kyungsoo. “I’ll just return some books.”

Kyungsoo smiles meekly at me then they both leave me alone. Though it’s cute watching them walk out of the place with their figures totally opposite of each other. 

Suddenly a random memory haunts me—Baekhyun piggybacking me at the beach. Crap. I need to forget about this guy. Why the hell did Sehun suddenly mention his name to me? Does he have the intention of making me feel miserable? Because if he does, it’s definitely fucking working. 

I shake my head and try my best to focus on the textbook I’m reading to shake this feeling off because: Fuck you, Baekhyun. You’re a total piece of shit. 

I learn something new after taking down notes about the textbook I’m reading in the last fifteen minutes, and it’s something actually relevant that can give me better grades than I already have. I totally forgot what I was swearing about just fifteen minutes ago. I feel better now. 

I close my eyes, sighing in satisfaction as I put my pen down to do some stretching. However, the satisfied smile on my face drops when I open my eyes.

“Can I sit here?”

I stare at a guy in a plain black T-shirt and jeans who’s standing in front of the table I’m sitting at. It’s Baekhyun. And he has his earphones on.

I open my mouth and before I can talk, Baekhyun speaks, “It’s full. I can’t find empty tables.”

I look around the library for a second and it is pretty full, however, I spot one or two vacant tables around. But I act cool. “Sure,” I say, as if nothing ever happened between us. I clear out the space on the seat next to me. It’s a square table.

“Thanks,” Baekhyun says, pulling the chair and placing his backpack on top of the table.

I panic internally, my heart racing fast but I keep my composure. What’s his game?

Baekhyun remains unbothered while he listens to something over his wired earphones. My social skills are killing me, I want to ask him why he is here or at least harmlessly ask what’s up. No malice, just want to be friendly. However, overthinking and anxiety kill everything and I end up saying nothing. I’m not usually the type who gets anxious. I’m in shock, what the fuck is he doing here?

And everything that happened that night flashes in a speedy second—the laughs, the eye contacts, us dancing, us walking on the beach, us kissing, us skinny dipping, his cock, our kisses again, him inside me, and his fucking words. But I remain calm. 

Baekhyun pulls a small textbook out of his bag then pulls out one of his earphones. He looks at my notes, then straight into my eyes. “What are you studying?” He asks.

Act cool. Act cool. “Macroeconomics,” I answer. “You?”

Baekhyun smirks. “Nah.” He puts back his earphone on and adds, “I’m just here to sleep.” Then he proceeds to put his head on his folded arms, and does what he said he would do—sleep, with a closed book beside him. Perhaps for display.

My eyes are wide open, staring at him, still surprised and flustered. “Okay?” I say without a sound, confused. But how am I supposed to focus on studying if Baekhyun is just here sitting right next to me, sleeping? 

No matter how hard I try to focus on what I’m studying, I’m distracted by his presence. And I can’t help but take a peek at him while he sleeps. He’s so handsome. How can someone look like that while sleeping? Plus the muscles on his arms are flexing on their own. How does he expect me to focus? All I can think of is what I am going to say to him when he wakes up. What kind of conversation are we going to have? Something casual or something not casual? Should I confront him or should I ask him what he ate for lunch?

I shake my head and remember the wise words Kyungsoo had said earlier—go with the flow.

I suddenly wonder what kind of music he listens to through his wired earphones. In the renaissance of wireless technology where AirPods or wireless earbuds are a thing, Boomer Baekhyun still uses one of those wired earphones. But I have to say, he looks freaking hot with those white wires around him. Never give this guy one of those ugly earbuds. Why are wireless buds even a thing? They’re like dangling Q-tips from the ears.

Then I find myself staring at his fingers which are so slender holding his elbow while he sleeps. And why does he have better fingers than I do? I feel a punch in the gut when I feel some sort of arousal; his fingers are so pretty and so long and so sexy. I imagine them gently holding me. I imagine them fingering me.

“Seohyun,” Baekhyun calls my name.

My heart drops to my stomach the moment he opens his eyes, catching me staring at him. My lips part open, startled. I look at my notes then look back at him, pretending he didn’t catch me staring at him. Maybe I have a fetish for hands.

Baekhyun sits up straight.

I try to get a grip of myself. “Yeah?”

He pulls his phone out of his pocket and pauses the music he’s listening to.

Okay, maybe he’s not a total boomer. The phone he took out of his pocket is the latest iPhone model. I’m still using the model from two years ago. It’s still functioning perfectly. 

Baekhyun unplugs his wired earphones and shoves them into his bag without rolling them properly.

The silence is killing me. I have to ask him. “What’s up?”

“What’s up?” Baekhyun repeats my question, facing me. “Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“Yeah.”

I don’t believe this guy. “Sehun was looking for you earlier, by the way,” I inform him nonetheless. I’m just going with the flow. “He asked me about you.”

“He did?” Baekhyun purses his lips, opening the small textbook he pulled out earlier. He doesn’t sound interested in Sehun. “Who was that guy the other day?” He suddenly asks while he scans his book.

I frown. “What? Who?” Baekhyun stops scanning his book and he looks at me. And at his eye contact, I realize who he is talking about—Jeno. But I raise an eyebrow. “Why?” This is none of his business.

Baekhyun shrugs. “Just curious. You looked like you were in a hurry.”

I slightly scoff. “Yeah?” I look back to my notes and pretend to read them. “Well, you also looked busy.”

“Huh?” I hear him sputter. “What are you talking about?”

‘What are you talking about? Blah, blah, blah,’ I repeat his dialogue inside my head while still pretending I’m reading my notes. I say nothing because I don’t know what to say. But I hope he realizes what I’m trying to say.

“Seohyun,” he tries to grab my attention because I’m stubbornly trying to read my few notes. “Hey,” he says more quietly since we’re at the library. “What’s wrong?”

What’s wrong? No, Baekhyun—you wronged me. But I say nothing because I still feel hurt about what happened in the past. I know it’s only a small matter but the point is I’m hurt.

But I try to be a good sport and flash a smile, glancing at him, “What are you talking about? Nothing’s wrong.”

Baekhyun’s forehead creases, confused. I feel his discomfort. He scratches his head, then stalls, “Maybe I should’ve said hi to you last Monday at the elevator.”

That’s right. But I still say nothing and now I’m pretending to highlight my notes.

“But hey, you also snubbed me,” Baekhyun adds.

I pause and look up at him. “You didn’t text me like you said you would.” Then I catch some gazes looking at us, so I lower my voice and add, “You said you would text me.”

Baekhyun avoids my eye contact, guilty. His eyes are looking upwards, and he says, “I’m sorry. I was asleep the whole day.”

“Yeah, right,” I mutter, looking back at my notes.

“I promise I was asleep.”

Now I feel uncomfortable, we shouldn’t be really having this kind of conversation since we’re not going out, are we? So I do not press any longer. He shouldn’t be really explaining himself to me. “It’s okay, really,” I say. However, I realize that saying that doesn’t make the situation any better. 

“I swear I would’ve messaged you but I woke up late. Then I thought I’d talk to you on Monday instead. In person,” Baekhyun explains. “But then you snubbed me so I thought…,” his shoulders raise, “you didn’t want to talk.”

My stomach hurls. I don’t know how to feel right now. Why is he explaining himself to me? I don’t deserve his explanations. I feel flattered, I feel confused, I don’t know how I’m feeling. Though him putting an effort to explain himself to me is turning me on. “I thought you didn’t want to talk to me,” I say. “And I wasn’t trying to snub you.”

Baekhyun’s shoulders relax and the atmosphere feels lighter. “You could’ve messaged me first, you know. You have my number. It’s not like we’re in the 1800s.”

I scrunch my nose in guilt. He’s right. I have his number. But the thing here is that I’m almost always the one who messages first and I want a change. “Yeah, I know.”

Now my stomach flutters. Does it mean he still wants to talk to me? My lips can’t help but form a little smile. I guess that is an agreement that does not need to be said.

Baekhyun scoffs at me, now he’s smiling too. He shakes his head, silently chuckling then looks back at his textbook. “You’re silly,” he mutters.

I look back at the book I’m taking my notes from too, flushed red. But I feel more comfortable now that weight is off of my shoulders. “So what kind of music do you listen to?” I suddenly wonder.

“Hmm?” He faces me. “R&B, pop, punk rock. How ‘bout you?”

I feel hesitant but answer, “OXE.”

“Ok-se?” He repeats it, confused.

I frown. “You never heard of them? They’re huge here in Korea.”

“I don’t think I have—,” then his mouth opens wide, “Ah, you mean, oxe.”

“Ox?” I repeat his pronunciation as in the animal ox. “No, it’s OXE. Ok-se,” I correct him with passion.

“Gay shit,”  Baekhyun comments.

“Excuse me. It’s not gay shit. They’re hot.”

Baekhyun only raises a brow. “Gay.”

“You’re just jealous you’re not as hot and as talented as them,” I say sassily.

Baekhyun scoffs. “Please. They’re nothing.” And he stares at me in the eye, smirking, “And you know that. Apparently, very well.”

I blush, he catches me off guard. He’s right. He’s fucking hot. And I know it very well. Fuck it. But I blow my lips, rolling my eyes. I don’t want him to win. “No, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I want to kiss him right now.

Baekhyun breaks into a laugh but then presses his lips immediately since we’re at the library.

I continue my act. “I think this is the first time we’ve  talked, I believe?”

Baekhyun puts his index fingers on his lips, amused. “Yeah, whatever you say.”

Okay. I don’t know how to continue this act anymore and say, “I’ll have to return some books and borrow some new ones.”

“Same here,” he says. “Gonna borrow some books.”

“K.”

Baekhyun and I are in one aisle scanning for books. I am genuinely looking for a textbook that I need for macroeconomics. And maybe I’d check out some novels too later. To impress Baekhyun that I read? I don’t know, maybe.

“You didn’t answer the question I asked earlier,” Baekhyun starts as he watches me pulling a book out of a shelf.

I only raise my brows as my response, waiting for his following question.

“Who was that guy the other day?”

I stop and look at him. “Who, Lee Jeno?” Then I proceed to scan the book. I add while I turn the pages, “He’s no one. He’s a sophomore.”

“It looks like you’re running away from him.”

I realize the book I’m holding isn’t the book I’m looking for. Then I also realize, “Why are you asking?” I look at him, closing the book.

“He wasn’t trying to harass you?”

I scoff but I suddenly feel the gravity of his question. I’m surprised at his concern. “No, it’s nothing like that.” Baekhyun, don’t make my heart pound. “Forget about him. Seriously. He’s a friend of Johnny. Remember him?” 

Baekhyun doesn’t say anything anymore and he walks past me. I hope this conversation is over because I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want to even think about Jeno. The guy creeps me out. I watch Baekhyun walk to another aisle and I give it some time before I follow him. 

I see Baekhyun reading a book and I look over his shoulders when I reach him and walk past him. Just to catch his attention. I face the opposite side of where he’s standing and a hot pink book spine catches my attention. I pull it out and see what it's about. It’s definitely not a textbook, it’s a novel. It’s probably lost. 

I suddenly feel a figure standing next to me and I see Baekhyun peeking over my shoulders. And he’s smirking. I raise an eyebrow at him.

Baekhyun scoffs. “So that’s your type?” He says referring to the book I’m holding.

I look again at the book cover to read the title in my head. “Have you read it?” 

“No, but I heard about it. I heard it’s pretty kinky.”

I immediately close the book like an innocent child. 

“Tunnel Caprica,” Baekhyun reads the title of the book. “So you’re into that? Kinky stuff?”

I return the book to the shelves. “No, I just took it because the cover is pretty.” And I pause and face him, enraged,  “And excuse me?” I lower my voice when I realize I’m a bit loud, “You’re the one who wanted to go skinny dipping.”

Baekhyun shrugs nonchalantly. “There was a sea, we should make use of what mother nature gives us.”

My jaw drops slightly. “By skinny dipping?”

“Fish swim naked. I think we should too.”

I scoff in both disbelief and amusement. “Ok, smartass…” I’m stalling thinking about a witty comeback but I can’t think of any. “Why don’t you kiss me?”

There is a moment of silence.

I’m in shock. No, both Baekhyun and I are in shock. Hold shit. What did I just say?

Baekhyun licks his lower lip and chuckles, looking over his shoulder. “Is that what you’re thinking about right now?” 

My mouth opens but not a word comes out. I’m still speechless. Am I really that dumb? But he’s quite right, I’ve been wanting to kiss him ever since we parted at the party. 

“You said that before too, at the beach,” Baekhyun states.

“You still remember that? You were drunk.”

“I remember everything that happened at the beach.”

My whole body warms up while I stare into his eyes and he’s staring back at me. I remember everything too. Every. Single. Thing. 

My lips part as my breath broadens. I look around to see if there’s anyone around, and conveniently, we’re alone. 

I turn back to him and our eyes meet. “Baekhyun…,” I mouth his name but not a sound comes out because my chest feels tight with my heart beating fast. I just want to kiss him right now. 

Baekhyun holds my shoulder and gently pushes me to the shelves and his free hand cups my cheek. I watch his face leaning forward and I close my eyes until our lips meet. 

We’re both shameless. Baekhyun’s soft tender lips mash my mouth, and I push my face against his. He opens my mouth with his and my demanding tongue makes an entrance to his mouth. His tongue and mouth are so soft and so warm.

A soft moan escapes my lips when Baekhyun pushes his face on mine to reach my throat with his tongue. I clutch into his side and pull him onto my body. My skin is burning and I need to remind myself that we’re in such a public and quiet place, but my mind seems to not care. I pull back to look at Baekhyun and we look into each other’s hazy eyes for a second, and kiss each other again. I missed kissing him so much.

I run my fingers across his cheek and Baekhyun holds my waist firmly and he pulls my body onto him. He is groaning as lowly as possible, and I just want to kiss him more. 

Suddenly, murmurs begin to catch our attention. But no, I don’t want to stop kissing Baekhyun. But as the soft noise becomes louder and now accompanied by footsteps, Baekhyun pulls away and looks at me for a second, then he tiptoes to reach a book above me. I wipe my wet lips that’s covered with Baekhyun’s saliva. 

At the exact moment, I notice a couple of figures on my peripherals on my left and see three students who enter our aisle. I stop wiping my lips and pull my hand down. I’m breathing heavily, I can feel my face burning and perhaps flushed red. I see the students’ faces unsure and maybe confused what to do after spotting a man and a woman facing each other, both flushed red. 

“Here you go,” Baekhyun then hands me a book. A random book. “You can’t reach it, right?” Baekhyun tries to talk to me with his eyes and I can see he’s also breathing heavily with his chest still rising and falling. 

I blink repeatedly, trying to get a hold of myself, then I grab the book. “Thank you,” I say, swallowing hard. Then I catch some glimpses from one of the students who passes by us. I feel their footsteps rushing so they can leave us alone. 

Baekhyun and I watch the students leave our sights, and we’re back looking at one another. Baekhyun leans forward to steal one more juicy kiss.

“You’re such a good kisser,” I whisper into his lips and push my face onto his.

He pulls back to look at me. “You looked stunning that night. I couldn’t forget about it.”

I feel warmer than I already am. I feel so flattered that he appreciated my body. I don’t know what to say. “Call me, okay? Or text.”

Baekhyun nods. “I will. Definitely.”

I smile, blushing. He also smiles, making my ridiculous heart win the olympic race in track and field. 

Then Baekhyun looks at his wristwatch, then says, “I have classes.”

I nod. “Okay.”

He stands up more properly. “Are you staying here or…?”

“I’m staying here.” I point my thumb over my shoulder, “I still have homework.”

Baekhyun snickers. “Gotcha.”

Then I snap, remembering something, “Add me on Facebook.” Then I try to do a puppy dog eyes, “Please.”

“I’m gonna do it now,” he says, pulling his phone out of his back pocket. 

I smile, satisfied. 

“I have to go,” he says while tapping onto his phone while he slowly starts to walk away. 

“Baek!” I whisper yell.

Baekhyun looks back at me with eyebrows raised. 

“You have…,” I mouth, pointing to my side lips.

Baekhyun gets it and wipes his side lips that have some smudge from my nude lipstick. Then he raises his thumb for approval. 

“Good,” I raise my thumb for confirmation that his face looks handsome again. 

Baekhyun waves me goodbye and he vanishes out of my sight after he walks past the shelves. 

My phone vibrates and I check it’s a notification from Facebook—1 friend request from Byun Baekhyun. 

My knees can fall apart, my heart is beating loud.

Fuck me!

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You put on your AirPods Pro and play the hottest music on Spotify. It’s Monday, quarter to 7 AM and you're awake; already in your gym clothes—just a black yoga pants and white sports bra—and you're preparing your pre-workout meal. You want to go to the gym before you attend your first class at 10 AM. You’ll wear your dry fit shirt later when you're headed to the gym. For now, you’ll enjoy being sexy inside your dorm. You like being sexy, what can you say? 

You stir your rolled oats with water in a saucepan while you quietly sing along the music playing, “You’re my only Bambi-bam—,” you circle your hips, dancing along, “beeeh-heh.” Then point your foot on the wooden floor as if you're Michael Jackson. “Nawheakjhsd Bambi-bam—bieehiee.” You stand straight and stir again your meal. You turn off the portable electric stove while you hum the rest of the lyrics.

You scrape your cooked oats out the saucepan and into a bowl while you groove your ass. “Bambi, bam–, Bambi, Bambi, Ba— Fuck you, Baekhyun.” You put the saucepan on the sink. “Bambi, bam—, Bambi, Bamb—,” you choked, and jab your balled fist against your chest instinctively. It’s hard to sing quietly and passionately. 

Your roommate, Kim Chaewoon, is still asleep. She’s studying a masters degree in psychology. Your ‘dorm’ is actually not a dormitory, but a co-living space residence, but most residents are students, so you call it dormitory. Your room is good for two—two beds, two desks, a kitchenette, one small table as your dinner table, and a bath. That’s it. A typical space. 

You try to push Chaewon to go to the gym with you but she always chooses to sleep. She also has a full-time job which starts at 2PM and ends at night. You always forgot what time. You weren’t able to go to the gym yesterday (a Sunday) because you were sleeping the whole day. That party at Chanyeol’s was crazy… and tiring. That’s the worst part of a party—the hangover phase. Geez. After being so high to being so low. You can’t do anything, can’t eat anything; all you do is vomit and take a poo-poo. 

You're just being dramatic. You didn’t get a hangover but you were tired nonetheless. You learned your lesson, never drink too much to avoid the worst hangovers and blackouts, and especially, to avoid the worst regrets.

Fuck it, you skinny dipped?! 

And not only that, you had sex with Baekhyun?!

BYUN BAEKHYUN?!

You sigh in mortifying regret while you put some blueberries on top of your oats and other toppings such as granolas and seeds that average people don’t care about. But you're making an instagrammable oatmeal, though you're not doing it for Instagram, you're actually doing it for your body. 

You're not really regretting having sex with Baekhyun and skinny dipping. Are you kidding? It’s on your bucket list. No, not fucking Baekhyun, but skinny dipping. But heck, Baekhyun? What a snacc. But you do feel somewhat ashamed of yourself for being so carefree, especially that you're a female… just sometimes.

But geez, people demonizing women because women like sex, too. The inequality. Sex is just like… chocolate. It’s a temptation at the same time a pleasure. And it’s for everyone to enjoy. 

But you’d choose sex over chocolate because you're on a diet. Bonus: sex burns calories. Chocolate does otherwise. Though experts say pure chocolate without all that sugar and dairy is a good antioxidant. Chocolate is a fruit, after all. 

Readers might be judging you for your untraditional views and behaviors, but… you don’t really care what they think. You advise them to do the same, they’ll be happier. Like you.

“Fuck you, Baekhyun,” you hiss as you take your third spoon of your oatmeal, groaning. You munch your food grumpily until your bowl is empty. You're mad at Baekhyun. What a player. Kissing you like that at the deck in the morning, but never texted you after! 

No, no, no. Foul move. 

Sure, you understand the one-night stand game, but making your tiny heart flutter like that by kissing you in the morning? And saying things like ‘I hope that answers your question’ but never texted you after? That’s a foul move! That’s not part of the game. You were waiting for his message yesterday, you couldn’t even focus on finishing your homework last night.

You expect to pour your anger in your morning workout. And by the end, you’ll forget about him. “Mark my words,” you think.

Okay, you admit, that’s the sole reason you're going to the gym before you go to class—before you potentially see his face. 

Fuck men.

You stretch your muscles while the food in your stomach digests. Then you wear your dry fit shirt, bring your small duffel bag, and leave for the gym. There’s one in your building.

The best thing about morning workouts at the gym is that you almost have the place to yourself. There aren’t many people around, not much competition on gym equipment and machines, and not many men checking you out. Sure, it’s nice, but it gets uncomfortable if some stare for too long.

Anyway, you play the second hottest music on Spotify—Candy by some artist. 

You run on the treadmill for only ten minutes because you hate cardio. Though you also do some cycling for another ten with a clear goal of completely removing all the memories you had with Baekhyun that night as if you have to win a race—the talk, the dance, the kiss on the beach, the skinny dipping, the piggyback ride, you touching his crotch, you and Baekhyun looking for a vacant room, you and Baekhyun having sex in the cupboard under the stairs (“fuck me”, you think, that was hot), him spooning you when you both slept next to each other, and that motherfucking kiss in the morning. What was that all about? 

“Fuck you, Baekhyun,” you hiss once more as you pull the knurled lat bar down to your chest. But damn, that cardio gave you a slight headache.

While resting for 10 seconds at the leg press machine this time, you take a peek at your phone in your armband just to see if you have notifications. Particularly, a message from someone specific. It’s not too late, you know.

But nope, no notifications.

You push the footplate of the leg press machine, more determined. 20 reps. 

After countless Fuck you, Baekhyuns and intensive lifting—which was probably a bad idea—you feel much, much better now. Refreshed, really. Especially after you had your cold shower. 

Today will be a great day.

You had a protein shake as your post-workout meal and you're now on your way to your first class, salesmanship. You remember Baekhyun fucking you and groping your ass. 

You sigh. 

But no, you remind yourself that you are feeling great. You can feel your muscles toned and your mind sharp. And you should really keep your head straight because you are the group leader in your group in your first class and you have to knock some balls into your group mates. 

Enough about men.

When you're at a party, your head is all about having fun. When you're in school, your head is all about schoolworks. Well, most of the time. 

You're watching some IG stories while you approach the elevator at the ground floor of the building. You see that Jihye posted her stories at Chanyeol's party late. There’s the story of you and your friends on your way to Chanyeol’s place at Kai’s car; a picture of you three—you, Jihye and Nayeon—still not drunk; a short clip of people partying inside the house; a short clip of her holding the phone while dancing, she looked already drunk; a short clip of the beach—

You stop. You go back to her previous story. You look ahead of you and enter the elevator. You look back at your phone and your eyes widen at the story where she was dancing. You hold the tap on your screen to pause the story and you squint your eyes and hold the phone closer to your view to look closely if what you’ve seen is legit. Your jaw drops slightly.

It’s you and Baekhyun. 

You were on Jihye’s background dancing. His one hand around your waist, your hands on his shoulders. “Oh my god,” you think, you look good together. And “oh my god,” you think again, you forgot that happened. Wow, you two were so touchy. 

You immediately feel miserable. Maybe you would feel less miserable if you hadn’t said that you're not good at what happens after because that’s a hint that perhaps you want to explore possibilities—which is so unlikely of you, you could puke. What were you thinking? 

But hell, why would that motherfucker kiss you and say, “I hope that answers your question”? What would he expect you to feel?

Anyway, you brush it off. You are feeling great today. Don’t let one person ruin it. 

You tuck your phone in your arms as you hug your textbook that almost weighs one kilo; colored textbooks are cute but are the worst. You look at the elevator screen at the top of the elevator door, and on time, you arrive at your floor—6th. 

You blink as the elevator door slides open. You stutter, you slightly step back instead of stepping forward. It’s happening so fast but it feels so slow at the same time. It’s Baekhyun. He’s standing on the other side of the door, chatting with another guy, smiling. He’s wearing a black cap and a black shirt with a blue lanyard around his neck, just like any other college boy. Your eyes widen slightly when his head turns to the elevator, where you're at. 

You quickly compose yourself and step forward. And you think your eyes meet for a split second, and he obviously recognizes you. It’s not the ‘oh hey I find her cute’ type of gaze, but it’s the ‘something happened between us’ type of gaze. 

But you're a stubborn son of a bitch, you're not that easy—school is school; what happened at the beach house, stays at the beach house—so you trail your eyes away and you walk past him without turning back. You also feel he does the same by walking past you without turning his head and entering the elevator. 

You understand the cue. And you guess that’s it between us. 

That’s what happens on Monday.

It’s Wednesday, your muscles are still a bit straining from your intense Monday workout. You knew it was a bad idea. You're at the library studying for your test later this afternoon. Alone. Nayeon is with Kai, doing ‘couple’ things. Jihye is with Johnny, how nice things escalated between them. But knowing Jihye and her past situationships… Well, you don’t want to be the judge and jinx it. But she falls fast and hard and she ends up crying at the end. All you want for her is for her happiness. Jihye once said she envies you for being cool. As in cold. She says she’s not good with one-night stands because she easily becomes attached to the person. For you, you understand the game. 

But, really, there is nothing to be jealous about. Look at you, your life is so boring. No drama and shit. 

You swipe left on your phone screen. 

Ooooh. Cute. But hates dogs?!

You swipe left. Big left.

Hmm. Interesting, but meh.

You swipe left.

You know you should be studying in the library, but you “accidentally” tapped on your Tinder app and got immersed in it. Tip on Tinder: Never write on your bio “They say you're funny but you're bad with jokes” when you don’t have any jokes in your baggage. Because—BECAUSE—you lost count how many guys asked you a joke on Tinder, and they ultimately found out that you're really bad at jokes. Jesus Baloney. Save yourself from embarrassment.

You swipe left.

Ew a total fuckboy.

Swipe left, left, left. 

But you do have a friend who’s a wonder fuckboy, it’s unbelievable. He’s name is Kim Jongdae, and you're amazed by his skills and his way with women. You’ve seen him swiping on Tinder, and he just swiped right all women without ever looking at their profiles and bios. But he’s not the type who’s arrogant and just a plain trashy fuckboy, he would actually make women feel special and he’s exceptionally charming (which is probably worse). You’re close friends with him, and thank god it’s nothing more. Because he knows he can’t fool you. 

Oh, he super liked me. But not my type.

Swipe left.

Your eyes widen at the card saying the guy super liked you. And man, what a total hottie. You carefully read his bio and he looks like he’s a real intellectual man. Ok, you're sold.

You swipe right. 

Your phone vibrates, a notification pops on top of your screen. It’s a message from Jihye.

Jihye:

8PM TONIGHT @ THE GARAGE! 

The Garage is a bar.

You:

Tonight? I think I’m kinda tight on budget.

You still haven’t received your weekly allowance from your parents. You do have money which you saved from your previous part time jobs, but it’s your own money. You don’t want to spend your own savings. You're not the best daughter in terms of money, but you're a loving one.

Jihye:

MY TREAT!!!

You:

:DDDD

You won’t let Jihye pay for everything, though. At least knowing she’s willing to treat you is already a bargain.

You:

What’s the occasion? Who are we with?

Jihye:

were going w johnny’s friends. 

You:

OOOH! Is nayeon coming?

Jihye:

Noo :((( 

You:

Suckssss!!!! Boyfriend thingy?

Jihye:

BOYFRIEND THINGY! 

Jihye:

COME TONIGHT! PLEASEEEEE! I NEED U!

You:

OKAAY!!!

You and Jihye arrive at 9:30 PM at The Garage with Jihye with her arm around yours. You passed the test, by the way. You like Wednesday bar nights—you’d say one of your favorite nights to go out at night, together with Thursdays—it’s not too packed with boring people. 

“So, how’s with you and Johnny, huh?” you ask Jihye, wiggling your eyebrows as you both walk inside the open bar. “Did you guys do it?”

“No!” She exclaims, then shifts her tone to a lower one, “Just third base.”

Your eyes widen in curiosity but at the same time thinking that you're a horrible person because you can give it away in just one night. Though you're selective. “Soo? How was it?”

She scrunches her nose. “Johnny is not a Johnny. He’s a junior.”

You laugh but immediately press your lips close, still giggling.

“But it doesn’t matter,” she says. “He’s really nice.”

You nod in acknowledgement, not saying anything anymore. Then we easily spot Johnny’s tall figure with his friends at a high bar table. But before we get there, someone blocks our way.

“Jongdae!” you greet him, delighted to see him.

“Who you with?” Jongdae asks us as he pulls his vape mod to his mouth.

“New friends from tourism,” Jihye answers, then turns her head around, observing Jongdae. “No girl?”

“None yet,” you answer for him, playfully raising your eyebrow at him.

Jongdae chuckles with a thick cloud of air escaping his lips and nose. Smells like grapes. “Is that what you think of me?”

“Yeah, apparently,” Jihye answers sassily. “Anyway, move.” She brushes Jongdae away and we walk our way to Johnny’s table.

“Hey, Seohyun!” Johnny greets you, bumping your fist, while he’s sitting on a high stool chair. “Where’s your guy?”

Jihye darts you a naughty look, laughing through her teeth. Of course, you’ve told her about Baekhyun and what happened at the elevator.

“Who?” you ask almost pretentiously. 

“That guy last Friday,” he squints his one eye closed while he snaps his fingers repeatedly, trying to remember a name. Then he snaps his finger loudly and points a gun gesture at you, “Baekhyun!”

You sigh, exasperated, hating to hear his name aloud, then you gesture a hand, “That was… ehh.”

“What? I thought you two were,” Johnny holds two fingers up, making a peace sign, then brings those fingers together, telling you Baekhyun and you are close or whatever.

You chuckle awkwardly, shaking your head. “No.”

Johnny laughs, looking at Jihye with round eyes then back to you. “I get it, I get it.” He turns to the table and grabs two shots that appear to be vodka. You saw the bottle. “Ladies,” he hands us the shot glasses. “Before you can sit at our table.” Jihye and you make a toast and drink it in one shot. 

You and Jihye sit side by side opposite Johnny; you guess Johnny and Jihye prefer to be low-key for now. Johnny brought a lot of friends, you couldn’t count them. But oof, you spot a total cutie in their table and our eyes meet when you pull the chair. This is triggering the playfulness in you. 

He’s wearing a cap backwards, white branded shirt, windbreaker jacket, and training shorts. Common style but looks good on him.

Jihye squeezes your thigh under the table, you instinctively lean your ears to her and she says, “So many hotties!”

“I know!” you squeal quietly. You smile while you drink the cocktail drinks in front of us, and okay okay, your eyes meet with this cutie again who’s sitting at your 2 o’clock, four chairs away from Johnny. Who is this guy? He looks younger than you.

“Guys, guys!” Johnny calls for everyone’s attention at the table. “This is Jihye and Seohyun,” he gestures at us. And you both receive friendly smiles and ‘heys’ from them. You throw a quick glance at the cutie you're low-key interested in, just to give him a signal. And he’s looking at you! Of course, everyone is looking at us since Johnny is introducing us to the group. But he’s looking at you. 

The one sitting on your right hands you his hand. “Hi, I’m Haechan!” He introduces himself, full of energy.

“Seohyun!” you smile, shaking his hand. “This is Jihye,” you say, pointing your thumb to your left, on Jihye.

“Hi!” Jihye says. 

“This is Haechan,” you introduce, being engaging. Then you look at Haechan, “Are you in tourism, too?”

“Yeah, we all are.”

“We’re in business,” you say. 

“Oh!”

Then after a few drinks, the table decides to play a drinking game called Straight Face. The game is simple, really—each person will say something funny and our goal is to keep a straight face; if we can’t keep a straight face, we take a shot. 

You lost three times, some jokes were outrageously funny. No one laughed at yours—see? You're bad at jokes. It was so embarrassing, no one laughed except for that one cutie you’ve been eyeing. He chuckled for you.

Okay, baby, you get his hint. You really get it.

You hear one guy calling him “Jeno” when he takes the shot, but you're not sure. 

A little drunk, a little hyped, people at your table move on to the next game called Paranoia. In this game, a question will be whispered by the person on your right (questions such as “who at the table is the cutest”), and then you answer out aloud for the table to hear with the question still being a secret; then someone tosses a coin, if heads—the question will be revealed to everyone, if tails—everyone is left suspicious of the question. 

No one is beating around the bush and everyone wants the fun questions asked already. Doyoung, who sits next to Johnny, whispers to him a question. Then Johnny laughs at Doyoung then answers, “Seohyun.”

Your eyes widen, surprised. Jihye also looks at you. OMG, you wonder what the question asked. It could be anything (like “Who at the table will you take home?” and such). You hope it’s nothing you and Jihye will fight about. You're not interested in Johnny. 

“It’s not what you think,” Johnny explains to Jihye, laughing in between.

“Hey! Shh!” Doyoung hushes Johnny. “No hints!” Then Doyoung tosses a coin and it turns heads. Doyoung grunts in dismay. Johnny sighs in relief while he drinks his cocktail drink.

“Reveal!” One shouts.

“Who is sitting next to Jihye?” Johnny reveals the question. Then Jihye and you both laugh. You honestly can feel her jealousy in the air until the question is revealed. 

The game goes on, you drink, you laugh. And that Jeno guy, points at you saying your name, “Seohyun,” when the guy next to him whispers a question. 

Your slightly hazy eyes widen, you point at yourself, “Me?” 

The Jeno guy just chuckles, his eyes squinting, while he drinks his beer from a curvy glass. 

“Reveal, reveal!”

The guy beside him tosses the coin, slaps it on the back of his hand, then looks at you disappointingly, he shrugs, “Sorry, tails.”

Oh god, what is the question? You don’t want to be assuming but Jihye is slapping your thigh repeatedly under the table, squealing. That Jeno guy and you hold eye contact for a second with you looking at him slightly suspicious, while his eyes are just smiling while the guy beside him tries to talk to him. 

You need to be controlled.

This guy is cute. You want to get to know him. 

The game continues, you're getting a little tipsy. Haechan’s question is revealed and chooses you as the sexiest in the table.

Well, you're not surprised. He’s just stating the obvious truth. 

But, of course, you act surprised and flattered. It seems impolite to be smug about it. 

Now, blushing Haechan whispers to you a question, his hand over your ear, “Who at the table will you take home?”

You cover your mouth, laughing in high pitch at the question from embarrassment. That was literally the question you was thinking of earlier. “Are you serious?!” you exclaim at Haechan. You can feel your face burning, you don’t want to answer this question. 

Haechan nods excitedly. “Yeah, c’mon, c’mon.”

You put your hands on your temple, gathering some courage to answer this question. There is only one answer to this question, though. You close your eyes and open it again, facing the direction where that Jeno guy is sitting. And he’s looking at you—well, everyone is looking at you, waiting for your answer. You're looking at that Jeno guy. “That guy…” you pretend not to know his name since you both haven’t been properly introduced. 

“Who? Who?” Johnny looks over the table to see where you're looking at.

“Ouch!” Haechan exclaims, wearing a painful expression, putting a hand over his chest. “Not you?!”

“Jeno?” Johnny looks at you for your confirmation.

You avoid that Jeno guy’s gazes and you're blushing. Please, this is so embarrassing. “You think so, yeah,” you confirm.

“Oh-ho! Jeno!” Johnny stretches his long arm over the table and Jeno reaches for it and they do a bro handshake. Men always get excited when they get chosen by a girl. 

This Jeno guy gets excited and he claps his hands loudly. “C’mon, Haechan. Toss the coin!”

You hold Jihye’s arm tight, praying to the gods—whoever’s listening—that let it be tails! You press your forehead against her shoulder, taking a peek while Haechan tosses the coin, and you're still praying. You promise you will be a good person from here and now, just let it be tails! This is why this game is called Paranoia.

“Heads!” Johnny exclaims after the coin drops on the table because Haechan fails to catch it.

“Shit!” you hiss. 

“What was the question?” Jihye asks eagerly at Haechan. 

Haechan slaps his hands on the wooden table and enunciates each word for a dramatic reveal, “Who in the table will you take home tonight?”

And everyone at the table shouts, “OOH!”

“Jeno, your man!” Johnny and Jeno make another bro handshake. You are absolutely avoiding Jeno’s eye contact, but you can feel his piercing gazes directed at you. 

You slap Haechan’s shoulder, pointing a finger at him accusingly. “Hey, you didn’t say ‘tonight’! You didn’t say ‘tonight’!” 

“Oh, I didn’t?” Haechan says, his eyes already hazy. “Sorry.”

You sigh frustratingly. This is just a game, you remind yourself.

Then it’s your turn to ask Jihye a question. You want a twist because, obviously, she would choose Johnny even before you ask a question. So you whisper the question, “Besides Johnny, who on the table would you give a head?”

And you’ve never seen a furious Jihye in your life. You would switch seats with Haechan just to avoid her violent slaps. She just points at a random cute guy, you think his name is Jaemin. 

But, still, lucky fucker—Jihye gets a tail. So, she’s safe.

Since the bar isn’t packed unlike on Fridays and Saturdays, we get to play beer-pong. We’re playing against Jongdae’s group. 

“C’mon, Jongdae. Drink up,” you say cockily after you shoot a ping pong ball at the final beer cup on the other side. He’s your friend after all so you feel comfortable being cocky around him. Then you high-five some guys after you win this round. You're not playing the next round, you still have classes tomorrow. And there is a slow motion moment when you high five the last person you hold hands with.

Our eyes lock. 

It’s Jeno. 

“Hi,” he greets swiftly.

“Hi,” you say back, swiping your hand in your back pocket just because. 

“Cool moves,” Jeno comments while pointing at the beer pong table. “I’ve never seen a girl play beer pong that way.” 

You huff, flattered, but at the same time, you don’t like getting comments like that—like, being the cool girl. It’s as if he’s saying you're different from other girls, when you think everyone is different. It just doesn’t sit right with you. But since he’s super cute and he thinks you're cool, you politely say, “Thanks. Jeno, right?”

“Yeah, Lee Jeno.”

“I'm Lee Seohyun.”

“Oh,” he smirks, “Mrs. Lee.”

You chuckle loud, cringing. “You’re not funny.” Then you ask, “Do you have classes tomorrow?”

“What?” Jeno leans forward to you since the crowd besides us is loud and so is the music. But boy, does he smell good. The musky smell of his cologne enters your nostrils.

“Do you have classes tomorrow?” you repeat your question to his ear. You are totally ignoring the question you answered at the game earlier. Of course, who would be that direct? 

He pulls back to face you. “Yeah, I do.”

You lean slightly forward. “What time?”

“11 AM.”

“So, what was your question earlier and you chose me?” you ask. He could answer it or not. You’d say it’s worth a shot, plus, you need a conversation. 

Jeno laughs first, looking at the people playing beer pong, then looks back at you, and says, “Who at the table would you date.”

Okay, wrong move. You shouldn’t have asked. You're now blushing hard. “You’re lying,” you say as your defence mechanism.

Jeno scratches his thin eyebrow with his ring finger, “You can ask Jaemin. He’s the one who asked for it.”

You cringe. He’s so cheesy. But still cute, so whatever. “Well, it’s just a game, isn’t it?”

“You think?”

Of course, it’s just a game. Don’t go there already, dear Jeno. We just met. You chuckle, “Well, what do you think?”

“I think you’re interesting.”

Thanks, baby, but let’s take it slow. “How old are you?” you ask, forcing a smile.

“21.”

“Oh, you’re older,” you say.

Jeno tilts his head, frowning. “I thought you were older.”

He’s right, you're older. You're just playing around. “Can you guess my age?”

Jeno squints his eyes at you, evaluating his answer. He shakes his head, “You’re definitely older.”

Your jaw drops, chuckling breathily. That actually hurts. “Do I look old?”

“No,” he retorts, “I think you’re pretty but you look older than your female friends.”

You scoff at the sneaky compliment. “I'm 19,” you kid.

“No,” Jeno shakes his head hard. “You’re 22 or 24. Best guess.”

You smile. At least he’s not cheesy anymore. “Close. I’m 23.” But goodness, this guy is kinda boring; you're literally the one who’s carrying this conversation. You suddenly miss Baekhyun. Maybe you shouldn’t have ignored him in the elevator. Maybe he wanted to talk to you, but at the same time, he didn’t turn his back. So, whatever, Baekhyun. It was fun while it lasted.

Your circle is back at the table. You're not drinking anymore, but you take fake sips of your cocktail drink just to show to everyone you're still drinking. Everyone is already too drunk to notice the difference. You're just staring and smiling at Jeno while he talks. But you still think he’s kinda boring, he’s literally telling you his whole life story. 

Though your legs are intertwined with him under the table with your bodies facing each other. Your thigh is on top of his thigh, and he’s caressing your thigh with his hand while you two talk. At least that, you enjoy. To his credit, you find his story interesting at first, until your head trails off. 

You're really missing Baekhyun. 

This Jeno guy is really all about himself and is never interested in having a two-way conversation. You're not complaining; you're not interested in telling too much about yourself to anyone. But you still try to be engaging with his stories and try to pay attention, you ask questions like,  “Oh, so what happened then?” Or “Why did she do that?”. But this guy is really giving his all, leaving no mystery behind.

Jeno smiles softly at you, gently squeezing your thigh. “I really enjoy talking to you,” he says to you. “You’re not like other girls.”

You look away, secretly scoffing, internally puking. You hear that godforsaken compliment again. You actually don’t like getting that double-edged sword compliment. Apparently, those who think they're not like other girls are exactly just like other girls. “But yes, Byun Baekhyun, I’m kinda rare,” you think, why did he ignore you at the elevator. What a cocksucker. At least Jeno appreciates it. 

You look back at Jeno, pulling a smile. “Can I go to the washroom for a while?”

“Sure. Do you want me to come with you?” Then immediately adds, “I mean, I’ll stay outside, of course.”

You shake your head. “No, no, no, you're good.”

“I’ll be here.”

You can finally breathe properly. You open your eyes wide, looking for Jongdae who’s sitting at a different table. You pat his back repeatedly. “Jongdae, Jongdae, Jongdae.” you smile at the people at his table.

“Seohyun, ‘sup?” Jongdae holds your back, totally platonic. 

You lean over his ear and say, “S.O.S.”

“Oh?” Jongdae turns his body and looks over at the table where we are sitting. “Which one?”

“The guy with a cap. His name’s Jeno.” 

Jongdae raises his hand in mid-air, you hold your hand under, and he slaps your hand. “I got you.”

You sigh in relief. “You’re the best, Jongdae.”

You go back to your table after using the washroom and fixing yourself in the mirror. Jihye totally ditched you! She’s gone with Johnny for sure. You sigh and sit right back on your seat. And right after you sit next to Jeno, he holds your waist firmly and slightly pulls you to him. He’s smiling with his eyes forming a crescent moon—he’s really cute, really adorable, however, you're not feeling him right now. 

You blame it all on Baekhyun. 

Maybe you do like Baekhyun but that does not mean you would make yourself unavailable to other potential prospects. Baekhyun probably doesn’t even like you. 

But damn, you really can’t forget that morning kiss. 

Such a small gesture compared to the one you did under the stairs, but it felt more meaningful.

You hate him.

Besides, there is no way you would make yourself available again in less than a week! There is just no way. You just enjoy ‘being friendly’. 

“Hey,” Jeno says lowly, leaning forward to you, still holding your waist. “Why don’t we make your wish come true, baby girl?”

Your mouth drops in disgust, raising a brow. “Baby girl?” you utter, repeating him. You're literally older than this dude.

“Yeah, we can go to my place. I have a Jeep.”

You scoff, removing his hand away from your waist. “What am I going to do with your Jeep?” Huh, this guy thinks he can lure you with his riches. You don’t care about that. 

“We can ride it to my place, or we can do it at my Jeep, if you want.” 

Oh gosh, this guy is disgusting you. “You’re literally drunk, dude.”

“I'm a great drunk driver.”

You scoff to yourself. “Do you even know my name?”

Jeno looks up slightly while frowning as if he’s thinking. He snaps his finger. “Seoyoung.” 

God, this guy actually forgot your name.

“Seohyun?” And just in time, your life saver comes. 

You look at the man behind you and it’s Jongdae. You stand from your seat and grab your small purse. 

“Bro, what the fuck?” Jongdae grimaces at Jeno. Jeno is completely confused. “This is my girl.” Then you stand beside Jongdae and hug him.

Jeno looks at you confused, and points a wobbly finger at Jongdae. “This guy?” He says, directed at you, as if he’s saying he’s better than Jongdae. Then Jeno looks at Jongdae, “Wait, you were playing beer pong with us earlier.”

You don’t say a word and keep hugging Jongdae. 

“You’re mistaken,” says Jongdae, taking advantage of Jeno’s drunk state. “And we’re leaving.” Jongdae wraps an arm around your shoulder and you could literally cry. You feel safe to be in a trusted friend’s arms. Jongdae may fool around but he’s a reliable friend.

After you and Jongdae reach outside the bar, you kiss Jongdae’s cheek (you're drunk), and cry, “Thank you so much! I love you, I love you!”

Jongdae raises his eyebrows at you. “What’s wrong? He seems like your type.”

You shake your head hard. “No, no, no! Big no! A total fuckboy.” Your shoulder shudders. You sigh at Jongdae, “What am I going to do without you?”

“Give me another kiss on the cheek?” 

You roll your eyes and shoving his face away. 

It’s Monday again. Time flies so fast. Nothing much happened on the weekends, you just did schoolworks for the most part, then it’s Monday again. 

“Guess what,” Jihye says excitedly, making you and Nayeon guess. You three are sitting on the bleachers near the track and field area having our morning break since cafeterias are almost always full. 

“No,” you say, you don't want to guess Jihye’s next gossip.

“What?” Nayeon says, interested.

Jihye shoots you a stink eye. “This is actually about you, Seohyun.”

Now, you're interested. “What?”

Jihye giggles like a little girl at first and starts, “I was at Johnny’s dorm over the weekend. Some of his friends were there,” then she looked at you suggestively, “including Jeno.”

You cringe hard to the point that you barely have your eyes open. 

Then she covers her mouth with one and giggles again. “And Seohyun,” Jihye sighs but smiling. “Girl! The guy is on his knees for you!”

And you are wearing the ugliest face right now. “WHAT?!”

“He’s totally head over heels for you!” Jihye says excitedly.

“WHAT THE FUU—“ Your jaw drops, “HOW?! HE’S SO ERGH!” you gag.

“Who’s Jeno?” Nayeon asks innocently. You haven’t told her about Jeno since you totally forgot about him.

“Johnny’s friend we met last Wednesday,” Jihye answers.

“Is he cute?” Nayeon ponders.

“REALLY CUTE!” Jihye exclaims.

“REALLY EW!” you gag again. “EW! You’re joking, right?!”

Jihye laughs throatily, shaking her head. “No, I’m not. He couldn’t stop talking about you!”

“For real?!” you exclaim in disbelief, frowning hard. “I didn’t even do a thing!”

“Honest to god, I wanted to shut his mouth.” Jihye shakes her head, raising a hand.

You're not even interested to ask what Jeno says about you. “I literally dumped him! I SOS-ed Jongdae!”

“He didn’t believe it,” Jihye says.

“He’s stupid then!” you retort. You cover your mouth, still in disbelief. “What’s wrong with him?!”

“What did he do?” Nayeon asks you innocently.

“He didn’t even remember your name!” you exclaim

“He said he was drunk but he remembers it,” says Jihye.

“Fuckboy, my friend,” then you answer Nayeon bluntly. “He thinks he can lure you with his riches. Apparently, he has a Jeep.”

“A Jeep?!” Nayeon and Jihye blurt.

“Yeah, so what?” you half shrug.

Jihye slaps your head.

“Ow,” you whine, squinting one eye, holding your head.

“ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID, LEE SEOHYUN?!” Jihye exclaims.

Nayeon shakes your shoulder. “He has a Jeep, Seohyun! What were you thinking?”

“What was I thinking? I was thinking smart,” you retort. “Do you think I’m that easy?”

“BUT HE HAS A JEEP!” Both of them blurt in unison.

“Not every guy has a Jeep!” Jihye continues. “Johnny doesn’t even own a car.”

“I can buy my own car someday,” you say confidently. “Even better than a fucking Jeep.” And gosh, you need to make this your life goal.

The two give up, looking at you in dismay. 

Jihye looks at Nayeon, sighing, “Why is our friend like this?”

Nayeon nods. “Yeah.”

“Sure, she’s the smartest between us, but clearly the dumbest,” Jihye continues as if you're not around.

Nayeon nods. “Yeah.”

Jihye continues talking to Nayeon, “Jeno’s popular, hot, rich—“

“AIN’T SMART!” you intrude while Jihye’s speaking.

“—What more could you ask for?”

Nayeon nods. “Yeah.”

“I would lose my braincells with him!” you exclaim. 

“She would literally be worry-free and secure if she marries him,” Jihye won’t stop. 

“MARRY HIM?!” you exclaim.

Nayeon then looks at you. “But our Seohyun has commitment issues.”

“Hey, would you two stop!” you growl. “Enough of this nonsense. Gosh!”

“But seriously, our friend knows how to pick her meals but doesn't know how to put her skills to good use,” Jihye states. “I mean, just look at Lay and Kai—“

“Hey, don’t go there,” you stop her.

“Yeah, don’t,” Nayeon agrees. 

“Oops, my bad,” Jihye presses her lips close. 

“And excuse you, Song Jihye,” you say sassily to Jihye, “you have the most body count in this circle.”

Nayeon nods. “Yeah!” Then Nayeon grins at you, “But I think it’s because Seohyun hasn’t gotten over Baekhyun.” 

“What?!” you exclaim.

Nayeon pouts at Seohyun and shares, “They were so cute sleeping together. I heard them making out beside us.”

Your jaw drops at this revelation. “You heard that?” you thought you and Baekhyun were real quiet when we were kissing while Nayeon and Kai slept beside us on the floor at Chanyeol’s beach house.

“Of course, how could I not? I was beside you,” Nayeon says. “I got hot at the sound so I made out with Kai quietly, too.”

You are now a blushing tomato. And a crying mess inside. You suddenly miss it. Or him. You don’t know. 

“Why didn’t I know this?!” Jihye demands.

You scrunch your nose, “Because that was only a one night thing.”

You can’t wait for this day to finish. You miss your bed. You miss Chaewon, she’s a good cook but she always goes back at night. It’s 3 PM. You still have one last class after this one, you’re just waiting for your professor to dismiss the class. Jihye and Nayeon don’t take this class, so you're alone. Chanyeol’s here too, but you and him don’t talk much when sober. Oh Sehun is in this class, too.

You yawn, staring blankly at the whiteboard full of your professor’s perfect handwriting. Some are copying it on their notes but you simply take a picture of it, some are chatting about mobile games you don’t understand, some are scrolling through their phones, just really passing our times until you are dismissed. 

A male student stands up, grabbing everyone’s attention, and leaves the room with his things. Meaning, the class is over. The class always waits for that guy to leave the room because it seems like he’s always waiting for the class to end. Everyone then stands and the professor dismisses us.

You collect your heavy textbook on your desk, put the strap of your handbag on your shoulder, and leave the room just like everyone else. 

You still can’t believe what Jihye just told you. Jeno likes you? You would have never thought. Geez, just give someone proper attention, and they fall in love. Nope, not for you.

You halt in your position as soon as you step out of our room, alarmed. 

Jeno’s standing in the corridor near your room on your left. 

Ew, is he actually here for you? He’s in tourism, he would most likely not be in this building.

How did he know your room? 

Jihye, of course.

With people passing behind you coming out of the room, Jeno must have noticed the people emerging into his peripheral view that his head starts turning into your direction.

Shit! You need to run. 

You step backwards, trying not to be frantic as you can. And when your eyes meet with Jeno’s, you internally gasp, parting your lips open. Your eyes widen and you immediately turn your back on Jeno but you almost fall on your knees when you bump yourself into someone’s body. 

You feel a pair of hands holding your side arms, catching you. “Hey.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” is your initial response. Then you look up at the guy whom you bumped with, our eyes meet again, and your heart drops. “Baekhyun?”

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Even Baekhyun is cold. You can see his lips quivering under the dark, night sky. You can hear his heavy breaths subtly hitching. He simply nods, “Okay.” And in unison, you both start running for the shore. Your feet fighting the mild current of the sea, running for your clothes lying on the sand. You are not screaming ‘woohoos’ anymore, you are screaming for warmth.

You look around as you both near the shore; it’s really freaking dark. There is no color but indigo, blue, and black. You're almost blind. But thankfully, you can see that there is no one around. And you can spot your white top on the sand. Baekhyun is slightly leading while he run, and you can see his white skin tinted in blue.

It becomes colder once most of your skin is exposed to the air. You’re almost near the shore. Suddenly, you feel embarrassed about your body and you're hoping Baekhyun is not taking this chance to peek at you! Even though you just made out naked. You cover your breasts with your arm.

Then Baekhyun shouts, “Hey Siri, flashlight on.”

“Ok, I turned the flashlight on,” you hear Siri’s voice speak and a small light blinks in your view—shady but visible—and you easily spot where you left your clothes. His phone is still in his pockets but that light is visible.

“Turn around,” you say after we finally reach your clothes. Without a word, he turns away while he wears his pants. You also look away while you wear yours. You dust the sand off your clothes first and wear your panties and shorts even with wet skin. And since you don’t want your top to be wet as well, you just wear your black strapless bra and your plaid black shirt. You only button the last three ones, revealing some skin of your upper body. (It’s sexy.)

You take a peek at Baekhyun and he’s dusting off his shoes together. He’s topless, he’s only wearing his black pants.

He looks at you. “You done?”

We start walking back to that bright area where we can see tiny little people around Chanyeol’s backyard. Baekhyun and you have a distance away from each other while we walk barefooted—your feet walking on the soft sand. You're still holding his jacket together with your tank top on your arm, while he carries his pair of shoes in one hand and his shirt hanging on his shoulder. Baekhyun and you haven’t spoken a word. It’s just so awkward. You feel awkward. Maybe we’re both tired.

But no! You're still recovering from what just happened. Holy shit. It was your first time skinny dipping. And you're actually very excited about that. You can’t stop thinking about this guy. Holy baloney. He’s so hot. His chest squeezed your breasts. You held his abs when we were getting it on, when your hand traveled through his stomach—Oh your god, he has abs! You're not judgmental; you don’t mind if he has a dad body, but abs—

You need to calm down.

But that wasn’t nearly the best part. You understand that you were hoping he didn’t see you fully naked because you’re actually shy, but goodness mama mia…

You saw a clear view of his... all… mighty… dick!

You could squeal!

You turn to your left where the sea is at, Baekhyun is on your right, and you fan your flushed face with one hand and make faces. You knew he was a total package. Plus, he has a bush—a turn on for you. It tells you he doesn’t fool a lot (hopefully).

You think you found your soulmate—your soulmate for tonight.

You circle your lips and exhale the evil spirits out of you, and take in a deep breath to calm you down.

You turn back to your north, facing the direction of Chanyeol’s place, and you sigh. The people around looked from small ants to red ants. You still have a long way to go.

Your shoulders drop and you pout, stopping in your position, sighing again; basically, complaining to your inner self as if you have to climb a mountain. You scratch your head and start walking again.

Then you see and feel Baekhyun walking towards you in your peripherals. And by the time you turn to your right, he’s kneeling on one knee. “Get on my back,” he says.

Your eyebrows raise in surprise, then he looks at you through the strands of his damp black hair. You kinda stutter.

Baekhyun licks his lips with raised eyebrows, waiting for your answer. “Seohyun.”

Your lips part, still surprised. You didn’t know men like him still exist. “Are you sure?”

“C’mon, before I change my mind.”

Well… you’d be stupid if you say no. And you're tired (not really).

“Let me carry your shoes and things at least,” you offer. And so he gives you his pair of shoes and shirt.

Baekhyun grunts silently after he stands up with you on his back, he slightly tosses you so he can get a better grip of your thighs. You wrap your arms around his neck, both hands holding a pair of shoes hooked into your fingers, your clothes hanging on your shoulder.

You make myself comfortable on his back, your bare skin that’s exposed touches his muscly back. “Chivalry is not dead, huh?” you had to comment.

“‘Course it isn’t,” he simply answers.

You smile. You're independent most of the time so it feels nice to get spoiled a little. You rest your head on his shoulder while he quietly carries you on his back, walking back to where they came from.

“That was fun,” Baekhyun says after a while.

“Hmm?” you pull your head up and watch his profile from behind. Then his statement registers in your mind. You smile, “Yeah, it was.” Then your smile fades. “Tell me, do you have a girlfriend?”

He frowns as if it was a stupid question. “What?”

“Trust me, it happens.” you lost count of men who tried to flirt with you, few made out with you, only later finding out that they are in a relationship. It infuriates you. You were absolutely clueless then. But you learned your lesson now—ask.

“No, I don’t have one,” he then answers maturely.

“Not even an online girlfriend or secret girlfriend?”

Baekhyun scoffs, “No, I’m single. How ‘bout you?” Then he tosses you slightly again to fix the grip on your thigh since you was slightly slipping.

“Am I heavy?”

“Heavy as a feather.”

You smile, then answer his question, “No, I’m not seeing anyone.”

“Surely you have prospects.”

You cringe at him. "I'm not even talking to anyone.”

“A girl like you?”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “What does that even mean?”

You watch his profile, Baekhyun smirks slightly. “I hear guys talking about you.”

“What?!” you exclaim in disbelief. “About what now?”

“You know, stuff.”

"I don’t know what ‘stuff’ is. What’s that?” you demand.

“You're cute, hot, and shit.”

Your cheeks flare unexpectedly. “Wait, really? That’s what they say?”

“You didn’t know?”

“Well, you don’t give a damn what people think most of the time but—” you cut myself upon a sudden realization. “Then why are none of them approaching me?!” you exclaim. Like, for real, why are they not approaching you? Don’t they know you crave for some TLC, too? Some tender loving care?

“‘Cause you’re smart,” he says.

In utter confusion, you say, “What?”

He just chuckles.

“You're shitting me, right?”

“No, I’m telling the truth,” he says calmly, tossing you again. “But I'm smarter.”

You chuckle throatily. “Oh, really?” you say provokingly but immediately submit, “Well, yeah, I think you’re smart, too.”

He only snickers.

You're still not slightly over at the thing he shared with you. Men talk about you? If there’s anything, you're the least popular person between you, Jihye, and Nayeon. You would expect men would talk about them more.

The sound of the calm waves fill the summer air as silence takes place in your conversation. It isn’t awkward though. You're feeling very comfy riding his warm back so you rest your head on his shoulder. When you notice the path is getting lighter and you can see it in your peripherals, his skin is also getting lighter, you pull your head up and we’re close to Chanyeol’s place, alas.

“You can put me down,” you say.

“Not a chance.”

You look at his profile and he’s smirking. “What?” you raise an eyebrow.

“No.”

“You showing off or something?”

“Something like that.” He tosses you again. “Lee Seohyun on my back.”

You laugh out loud. You honestly could say the same—Byun Baekhyun carrying you. Holy mother of mackerels. This guy—you don’t usually care about what people gossip about—but this guy, you hear some girls are crushing on this guy. Even Jihye, you think, found him cute. Well, he’s cute and hot and shit. And you’ve seen it all!

“Hey!” Someone shouts loud that feels like directed to both of you when you and Baekhyun emerged from the dark, grabbing both of your attention. It’s Kai raising his hand with a beer cup on his other hand, he’s with Nayeon and the others. Men are rowdy doing some crazy shit near the shore, some people are sitting on the sand.

“Seohyun!” Nayeon shouts at you, obviously drunk with her wobbly posture. “Where’d you go?” Nayeon squints her eyes after observing your state. “Did you guys swim?”

“Hey Nayeon!” you raise a shoulder since you couldn’t raise your hands while holding your shoes.

Kai smirks. “Bro, I told you to watch out!”

"I did watch her out!” Baekhyun shouts back.

Your eyes slightly widen. Holy moles—so Baekhyun did see you fully naked. You suddenly feel embarrassed. Baekhyun turns right with no intention of putting you down until we reach the open showers just before the deck. Some are actually using it. Two women are in their bikinis which they probably wore under their outfits. A guy just got out of the shower too. And they run towards the sea.

Baekhyun bends his body under the shower head, only washing his upper body. He scrubs his hair well then shakes it from left to right like a dog.

You follow him after. He turns around, facing the sea, as a sign of modesty when you remove your plaid shirt and pull down your shorts. You put them carefully on a cement bench beside the shower. Good thing you're wearing matching underwear—you always match your underwear when you go to parties… you know, for emergencies. You wash myself properly and quickly.

You see Baekhyun taking a quick peek at you (maybe checking if you're done) when you squeeze your hair. Although it’s against your will, you wear your shorts again on your wet skin. Baekhyun takes a peek at you again and turns to face you after you wear your shorts. His face is straight and composed as he approaches you. “Here. Use your shirt to dry yourself,” he says, offering you his damp white shirt.

He’s still topless and his gorgeous packs are still saying hello to you. Yes, hello to you, too.

“Thanks.” You take his shirt, unfazed, and pat your body dry with it. He kneels down, facing the side, to wear his shoes on. Of course, you have to collect your cool while you subtly dry myself sexily. It’s all about not looking desperate and not coming off too strong—that’s the art of successful flirting. Plus the intense eye contact and strong body language, of course. Tease, tease, tease, baby. You know he’s looking at you the way you're looking at him.

Baekhyun wears his black jeans jacket on. You wear your plaid shirt on, buttoning the last five buttons now—you’ll be more modest since you're exposed to more people now.

As you take your first step on the stairs back to the deck, Baekhyun swiftly runs his hand on yours and intertwines it with his. He quickly meets your eye then faces north, you're still looking at him—at his back, lustily. Baekhyun is not low-key with his actions anymore.

He wants something. You want it, too.

Baekhyun transfers his hand from your hand to the curve of your waist behind. He pulls you closer to his body and he stares closely at you. “Are you okay?” He asks huskily.

You hold your gaze at him, fiercely, accepting this game of stares. “Are you?”

Baekhyun huffs, pulling his side lips to a smile. He leans into your ear and says slowly and clearly, "I'm thinking about you.”

Your whole body warms up, a heavy breath escapes your lips. The light in your eyes changes—it darkens. A powerful desire overtakes you.

The slow and firm movement of his hand on your waist makes your heart pound heavily, makes you hungrier. You both enter the open doors of the beach house and the place is darker with lights flickering and dancing on walls. The music is still as loud, but there are less people than earlier when we were here. The air is hotter and denser, people are not themselves anymore—some are crying, lying on the floor wasted, dirty dancing, one is sleeping on the stairs, one is throwing up on a vase, some are making out on the side.

It’s the peak hour.

“Do you want drinks?” Baekhyun shouts to your ear and looks at you, waiting for your answer.

You shake your head, “No!” Your voice shifts lower, "I want something else.”

Baekhyun holds his stare at you, and you hope he gets what you mean.

The music around you is muffled. And you count.

Three…

Your breath grows heavier. Your skin burns.

Two…

You are lost in those eyes and at this moment.

One.

Baekhyun runs his hand across your cheek and you close your eyes, waiting for his lips to touch yours. He cranes your neck up, his tongue enters your mouth before his lips touch yours. And you melt. Your hand runs through his bare waist under his jacket, and you gently pull him closer. You fight back, crashing your lips against his, tasting him with your own tongue. Baekhyun runs his free hand on your back and pulls you into his body, then he gropes your ass and squeezes it. You moan while you kiss him hard. You touch his neck and trail your hand down his body until you hold his crotch.

Baekhyun pulls away, his lips are numb and so are yours. “You want this?” He asks under a heavy breath, still cupping your face.

You gulp, just staring at him. You know what he means. You don’t say a word, but you nod slightly, hoping he gets the message.

Baekhyun gets the message. He holds your hand and pulls you upstairs. You follow him, hungry. You watch his back as we walk upstairs to the beach house. Baekhyun tries to open the first door on your right, but it’s locked.

We go to the next door, still locked.

There’s another room on your left. Finally, it’s open. You get excited. But your sight is only greeted by a couple, half naked on the bed—the girl on top of the guy, and your eyes meet with the couple.

“Get the fuck out!” The man shouts.

Baekhyun immediately closes the door. You think that was Chanyeol.

Baekhyun pulls you to the last door but it’s still locked.

Jeez, this beach house has become to a fucking motel. Or maybe some of these doors are actually just locked to keep people (like you) from entering. But jeez, why are the doors locked?!

Baekhyun pins you against the wall and mashes his lips against yours. You're frustrated, but you kiss him back. You can feel his frustration in his kiss, too. He’s hungry as you are. You hold Baekhyun’s chest and slightly push him back. He looks at you in a daze under the bright light. Then you hold his hand and pull him down the stairs. This is not your first time being at Chanyeol’s beach house. You remember why Chanyeol’s popular—he throws great parties.

You pull Baekhyun to the cupboard under the stairs. You open the door, and alas, no one is in it. It’s big enough, we can stand straight. It’s basically their wine cellar. It’s dark but you don’t care.

Baekhyun crane his neck down to kiss your neck after you close the door behind, and you moan, running a hand through his hair. He darts his tongue on your neck, and you bite down your lower lip to control your moan.

You frown, your lips part in pleasure in his kiss, you pull his hair slightly with added pressure.

You feel hot. You want to strip down your clothes. You start to unbutton your shirt. Baekhyun gropes both of your ass cheeks with his hands and squeezes them. He leads you to the drawer on your left while he kisses you; you also notice there's a drawer when we enter—when light illuminates the room for a second, giving you a glimpse of the room.

Baekhyun helps you sit on top of the drawer by slightly carrying you. Baekhyun strips his jacket off then he kisses you again, standing in between your open legs. You run both of your hands across his alluring body, brushing your fingers through and through—his chest, his waist, his abs. You unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants. You run your hand under his pants and stroke his rock hard shaft.

Baekhyun grazes his teeth against your neck, your stomach tenses. He squeezes your bare waist under your plaid shirt then runs his hand on your breast and squeezes it too.

Then you unbutton your shorts. Baekhyun pulls your shorts off of your legs. You're still wearing your upper clothes.

We stop kissing for a second while he reaches for his wallet in his back pockets. You look at him hungrily, you can see his darker silhouette in the dark. You curl your bare legs around his thighs to pull him to you. You hear rustling sounds, you can see his shadow ripping a packet of condom, then he rolls it onto him.

His one hand holds your hip, you hold his shoulders. You take in a deep breath as you wait for him.

A hot breath of air escapes your lips when he enters your wet walls slowly. You clench your jaw, trying not to make a noise in this little room. You press your lips close, frowning, when he thrusts his thick-self on you again. He holds both of your hips as his pace quickens. You hold the edge of the drawer behind you as you push your groin onto him to get a better angle and get a better pleasure in this position. He penetrates your walls deeper and you grunt a moan but you immediately close your lips. You pull him onto you with your one arm around his shoulder and he steals a kiss on your lips then on your neck, sniffing in your scent.

Why sex is so hot when it’s dangerous and risky, and we have stay as quiet as we can?

Baekhyun pulls away and gets a firmer grip on your hips as he angles himself better, his thrust is faster, your skins are slapping against each other. You stare at him hard with your hands both on his shoulder, clawing him. He penetrates you relentlessly.

Then you look up, placing both of your fists behind you, chewing your lower lip to not make a noise.

Jesus, is this nasty little place heaven? Because it feels like it.

"I'm coming,” he groans.

You ball your fists tighter. His pace slows down and he grunts loudly as pushes himself on you, thrusting at every burst. He stays inside you at his final thrust, you can feel his cock pulsating inside you. Your stomach tenses as you swallow hard. You both catch your breaths as quietly as you can.

Baekhyun detaches himself and buries his face on your neck, breathing heavily, sniffing in your scent. “You're so sexy.”

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and bite his ear.

That was some quickie.

The bright sun has reached the horizon, you can see it through the window. It’s morning. The sky is blue, the sea is, well, blue green.

Baekhyun pours two cups of coffee for the both of you. You're in the kitchen, we’re still at Chanyeol’s beach house. The mugs we found are quite… cute. One is polka-dotted, the other one is Hello Kitty.

You take the polka-dotted one off the counter before Baekhyun takes it. He gives you an eye and you only grin at him. He doesn’t complain and takes the Hello Kitty one. We make your way out to the deck.

The house is a mess. People are still wasted—lying on the ground or couch, some are snuggling with a partner or a friend; some are already up, playing or scrolling through their phones. You spot two housekeepers who are starting to clean up the mess inside the house. Jihye is gone, as you was told. Probably spent the night at another place. Though you're not surprised. You slept next to Nayeon on the wooden floor upstairs in one of the rooms. Of course, Kai slept next to Nayeon and Baekhyun slept next to you.

Baekhyun and you take two chairs next to each other on the deck as we watch the breathtaking view of the morning sea. He offers you a cigarette but you decline, “No thanks.”

He lights himself a stick and puffs you smoke. You feel tempted even though your cardio exercise is glaring at you.

“Can you smoke just one?” you ask. Then he gives you his lit stick. “Thanks,” you say, taking the stick from him. You take a deep inhale and give him back his cigarette. Then you take a sip of your hot coffee as you face the sea.

This feels relaxing.

Thank god you're not a victim of hangover for this night, though you know you're still intoxicated with alcohol. You know you're still not clear. But coffee and cigarettes calms you down.

“Do you smoke a lot?” Baekhyun asks.

You slightly shake your head, facing the sea. “No. Just occasionally. You?”

“Occasionally.”

Then we listen to the sea crashing against the shore as we take a sip of your coffees, and him smoking his stick. None of you are willing to talk openly about what happened last night—the skinny dipping and what happened afterwards. You're a “what happened there, stays there” type of person.

You fidget your finger against your warm cup. "I have to say, I'm not good at this.”

Baekhyun looks at you. “At what?”

You raise one shoulder, hesitating. “At ‘what happens after’.”

“I don’t get it.” He takes a sip of his coffee from his Hello Kitty mug and squints his eyes at you.

You roll your eyes up, still hesitating. “You know, what happens on Monday.”

“What happens on Monday?”

Then you look at him. “Exactly.”

He frowns in confusion. “Huh?”

“You don’t know the answer,” you half shrug, “even I don’t know the answer.” You then huff shyly, "I don’t usually say these things.”

Because usually you say nothing after.

You look at him, raising a shoulder and smiling, “I had fun though. Last night.”

Then he leans in to you, tilting his head, until his soft and warm coffee lips touch yours. Your eyes are open, surprised by his attack.

He pulls back. His taste and his sensation lingers on your lips. You subtly mouth, “Wow.”

Then Baekhyun eyes you, “I hope that answers your question.”

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