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I sighed and closed my laptop. I couldn’t work when my mind was only focused on him. We had agreed to not touch each other until he had finished his work and I had finished typing up a divorce agreement.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” He looked at me for the first time that day and was no longer typing.

“I can’t focus on my work with you sitting so close to me.”

“I’m all the way across the room. Do you miss me that much?” He smirked and batted his eyelashes at you. “I knew I was pretty but I never thought that I could drive you so crazy.”

“Oh, please. Give me a break,” I huffed and started to head toward my office.

“You know, Minsik has been nagging me about us going on a double date with him and his girlfriend. I can text him and tell him that tonight would work.” He had already grabbed out his phone, ready for me to agree.

“Sure. That sounds great. We haven’t been on a date in a while.” With that, I left to complete at least some work.

I applied the finishing touches to my makeup and sprayed on Jay’s favorite perfume. Admittedly, I purposely looked as sexy as I could. It was wrong to try to seduce Jay, but I felt like I had no choice. If I didn’t then I would never be able to complete my work. I pulled down the long black slip dress that showed off my curves and put on black heels.

I took my time walking down the stairs so as to not trip and completely ruin the mood I was trying to aim for. I reached the end of the stairs and looked around for Jay. He was busy buttoning up a white dress shirt. He shrugged on a blazer and turned to me. A crooked grin appeared as his eyes scanned me. I blushed and rubbed my arm, momentarily averting my gaze from his.

“You look...stunning,” He said. “We should get going. I don’t want them to think we stood them up.” His eyes lingered on my partly exposed chest before he opened the door and escorted me to the car.

The date had been filled with laughter and helped me to forget the frustration I had built up in me. After constantly seeing Minsik and his girlfriend flirt with each other, Jay and I had decided that one night of harmless flirting wouldn’t hurt, but once we had gotten into the car, we realized that the tension between us had only intensified.

I kicked off my heels and left them next to the door. I walked up the stairs, aching to take a shower and get into clean clothes. I rummaged through my drawers to find my favorite pair of shorts. Slim hands slowly rubbed circles on my hips and Jay mouthed a trail down the side of my neck to my upper arm.

“You looked so sexy tonight, baby,” He said huskily.

“I thought we agreed not to touch each other?” I said, letting a touch of bitterness leak into my voice.

“Don’t play with me. I know you want me. I can tell by the way you’ve been acting and what you’re wearing. You know this dress drives me crazy.”

He gently turned me around to face him and kissed me. I helplessly melted against him and kissed him back. The kiss deepened quickly and his hands began to explore my body. He broke away to catch his breath and his fingers pushed down the thin straps of my dress. I let it fall to the floor and hooked my fingers into the waist of his pants, pulling him with me until we fell onto the bed.

My hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt until it was finally unbuttoned. I pushed the shirt off of his shoulders and he tossed it behind him. He took his time kissing and gently sucking all over my neck and chest. He reluctantly got up to quickly discard of his underwear and pants and was immediately back on top of me. I arched my back to allow him space to take off my bra and underwear.

He hovered over me and ran his fingers down my side as he stared at my now bare figure. My fingertips traced his tattoos and made their way to his startlingly handsome face.

“You’re so beautiful,” He breathed.

His eyes were wide and bright with lust. Blood rose in my cheeks and I smiled sheepishly. I pulled him back down and kissed him, his tongue roaming my mouth. I sucked on his tongue and earn a muffled moan from him. He shifted his weight and slipped a finger into me. While his fingers were busy pumping in and out of me, he left butterfly kisses along my collarbone and his lips found their way to my breasts. He took one of my nipples into his mouth and sucked delicately. I tangled one of my hands into his hair and the other gripped the back of his neck.

He pulled his fingers out of me and sucked them clean. I whimpered weakly at the sudden emptiness. He caught me in another kiss as he slipped his erect member into my core, rocking his hips. His hand cupped the back of my thigh as he began to thrust. My moans filled the room when his thrusts quicken and deepen.

I sucked on the vein in his neck in an attempt to suffocate the moans that kept coming from me. His thrusts grew sloppy and his breathing became rapid, signaling that he was close to his climax.

“Baby, cum for me,” He panted.

He rubbed my clit desperately, pushing me to my orgasm. I gave a final, loud series of moans as my walls tightened around him. He grunted as he came. His thrusts slowed to a stop and he collapsed beside me. I rested my head on the crook of his shoulder and raked my fingers through his hair, some of which was plastered onto his forehead.

“I don’t think we should make that agreement again,” I said before kissing his chest.

You finally dragged yourself out of the bed, only to rest on the floor. Normally the hardwood floor would have caused everything to hurt but at the moment it was the most comfortable thing you had ever felt before. You reached out and grabbed your phone again, this time turning off the alarm. You groaned as the pain in your back started to set in from laying on the floor.

You stood and sauntered into the bathroom. Ilhoon was leaning over the vanity and carefully shaving. He only spared you a glance before returning his attention to the task at hand. You pressed your forehead between his shoulders.

“Babe, don’t do that,” He gasped.

“I’m so tired, Ilhoon,” You muttered.

“That’s why you don’t go to sleep at five in the morning. It’s your own fault. Please get your head off of me. I don’t want to cut myself.”

“Make me.”

“I’ll shave your face, babe. I’ve noticed you’re beginning to grow a little bit of a mustache.”

You pulled away and glared at his smirking reflection. He waved his razor at you.

“You know I’m joking and I love you, baby,” He said when he noticed your expression.

“What if I don’t know that?”

“I’ll take you out on a romantic date and declare my love for you.”

You pulled yourself up to sit on the counter and watched him. He stretched out his neck and methodically dragged the razor across his skin.

“Oh, yes, so romantic. You, me, and a bunch of people trying to take pictures of us together.”

He rinsed off his razor and looked at you in the mirror. “You used to not care about people taking pictures.”

“I know. I’m going to take a shower. Give me a kiss?”

Ilhoon puckered his lips and you leaned forward to kiss him. Right before your lips connected, Ilhoon turned his head to side and your lips went into his shaving cream covered cheek. You pulled back in surprise.

“What the hell?” You whined. You grabbed a hand towel and wiped the shaving cream off of your face.

He laughed and grabbed your waist. You tossed the towel in his face and gave a smile of satisfaction as he made a startled noise.

“Now give me an actual kiss.”

You dreaded grading assignments. The students didn’t even try most of the time because a majority of them didn’t really want to learn English. They were fine with barely passing. Your students had so much potential, but no matter how interesting and fun you tried to make your lessons, they refused to pay attention.

“Excuse me, miss? Is it okay if I turn an assignment in late?”

You threw a pencil in the direction of the voice. “Nice try, but I recognize your voice easily. Especially with that accent. What are you doing here?”

Christian pulled up a chair next to you and sat down. “I wanted to have lunch with you.”

“What did you bring?” You had yet to look up from the papers in front of you, but you knew he was watching you intently.

“Chinese, obviously. It always cheers you up, even just a little bit. You know, I could grade those papers for you.”

“You don’t know my grading system, Christian.”

“I could learn it or give them all low grades.”

“Either way they’re all going to get low grades, if anything your grades are going to be generous,” You muttered as you marked out an entire paragraph filled with nothing but grammatical errors and sentences that didn’t make any sense. “Do you ever think that maybe they just use Google Translate?”

He laughed and leaned back in the chair. “Actually they probably do.”

You dropped your pen onto the desk and turned toward Christian. “Where’s the food?”

“Right here.” He leaned to the side and produced a plastic bag. He opened it and began setting Chinese take-out boxes on your desk. “I think that the cashier was flirting with me when I was paying for this.”

“Oh, really? What did she say?” You plucked a container and chopsticks from his hand and opened it.

“She kept staring at me and when I gave her my card we accidentally touched hands and she started blushing like crazy and looking anywhere but at me.” He broke the chopsticks apart and began eating chow mein.

“Poor girl. She doesn’t realize how much of a pain in the ass you truly are.”

“Watch your mouth. Swear words may be one of the few things your students do know in English and I don’t want a passerby to hear you using inappropriate language. I know you love me and find me sexy. You have to be at least a little jealous.”

You chewed thoughtfully on orange chicken and shrugged. “I may love you, but I also know you love me too much to leave me for some woman you don’t even know.”

“Fair enough. When does your lunch end?”

“In about ten minutes. I really don’t want to deal with the next class.”

“Why not?”

“They’re noisy and disrespectful.”

“I could be your bodyguard and beat up any of the little shits that are rude to you.”

“Yeah, right. It’s not like I need this job. You can’t stay around for the rest of the day, anyway. I won’t be able to focus.”

“Because I’m so sexy and irresistible so you would end up making out with me right in front of your students? I don’t see what’s wrong with that. You’ll teach them some French.” He smirked and took a swig of water.

You laughed and lightly shoved him. “Don’t say such things.”

“You know it’s one of your fantasies. Making out with me in front of a crowd of hormonal teenagers, being called up to the office, getting fired.”

“Be still, my heart. You have such a way with words, Christian. I’m surprised women aren’t fighting to the death just to be able to look at your heavenly presence.”

I sighed and grabbed my phone off the nightstand and called the one person who I thought could help. Simon was always so persistent on me talking to him about my problems and I had always been reluctant but tonight it seemed like I had to talk to him to clear my mind.

“Hello?” The other voice on the end said groggily.

He must have been asleep before I called. I felt a bitter mixture of guilt and jealousy. He must be exhausted from his schedule, but I had to get some rest for the busy day that lay ahead of me.

“Hey. I’m sorry if I woke you up. Do you mind coming over? I need to talk to you.”

For a moment I worried he had fallen back asleep before he replied, “I’ll be there in a few minutes, babe.”

I ended the call and went into the living room to wait for his arrival.

“Open the door, babe,” Simon said form the other side.

He had a habit of not knocking on the door and calling for me. He probably knew I always waited for him to come to my house. I opened the door, not entirely surprised to see that he was still in sweatpants and an old t-shirt that he only wore when he went to sleep. He somehow remained one of the most handsome men I’d ever seen even though he looked so disheveled.

“Babe, you look terrible. You still look beautiful, though. What’s wrong?” He said after sprawling on the couch.

“What are you talking about? I know I don’t look great but I don’t look that bad.”

“I said that you are beautiful. Are you feeling lonely and need me to give you company?”

I pulled his legs off the couch and sat down. He was so incredibly frustrating when he wanted to be. A small part of me regretted calling him over, but I didn’t have much of a choice. I needed him to comfort me, though I wasn’t entirely sure how he could comfort me because he was honest and sometimes that honesty stung to hear.

“No, I need you to be serious for a few minutes. I need to talk to you. It’s really important.”

He sat up and looked at me. His expression was tired, but under it lay worry and some confusion. 

“If I tell you this, are you going to feel any different about me than you do now?” I rubbed my hands together to try to hide my ever growing anxiety at the situation.

“It depends. If you’re about to break up with me, then I’m going to be upset. If it’s something else, then all I’m going to be able to tell you is that I will either love you more or not. But you can talk to me, baby. I’m here for you.”

He pulled me against him and rubbed my shoulder as soothingly as he could. He waited patiently for me to collect my thoughts and begin talking to him.

“When I was younger there was this girl I was friends with. She and I were known as the good girls of the school, and I was fine with it. We never really got invited to anything, but we didn’t care. We had our own fun with our small group of friends. I guess she got tired of us not having a social status, though. One day we went to the mall and I saw her slip something into her purse. I asked her about it and she said that it wasn’t a big deal and convinced me that it would make more people want to hang out with us. At the time everyone was obsessed with popularity. If you had few friends, then you basically didn’t exist. I decided to steal something and told myself that that would be the first and last time.”

“Did you ever steal again?” He asked after a moment of suffocating silence.

“There were a few incidents after that. It was small stuff like lip balm. Stuff I didn’t think would be a big deal at the time.”

“What you did was wrong, but it’s not the worst thing anyone has ever done. You shouldn’t have done it, but you feel guilty about it and regret it and you don’t steal anymore. There are people that commit homicide and they feel no shame or guilt. In fact, sometimes they’re proud about hurting people and their families. What matters is that you’ve learned and grown since then. You’re still one of the best people I know and I love you so much and will continue to love you until the end of time.”

I snuggled against him and rested my head in the crook of his neck. I felt better, but at the same time I felt empty knowing that something I had kept secret for so long was no longer a secret.

“Can you stay here?”

“I was planning on doing that anyway. I’m too fucking tired to drive,” He mumbled.

You grabbed a package of M&M cookies and looked at your boyfriend for approval. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t even spare the cookies a single glance. You sighed and shook the cookies in his direction.

“Do you have narcolepsy?” You asked playfully.

“Huh?” He blinked slowly and his eyes focused on you.

“What’s up? You were a little zoned out there.”

“I was just thinking.”

“Were you thinking about the comfort of our bed again?”

“For once, no.”

“Can I get these cookies?”

“Get whatever you want, baby.”

You tossed the cookies into the shopping cart and muttered a swear when you remembered that the cookies were fragile and were likely broken now.

“All of the food is going to be broken or bruised by the time we get home if you keep throwing things into the cart.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure to put a watermelon in the cart next.”

“Oh, babe, no.”

“You know it would be hot to watch me eat my cookies with a spoon.”

“I think that that would make me fall even more in love with you.”

“That’s so romantic.”

Your eyes scanned the contents of the cart to make sure you had gotten everything you could think of. Yongguk stood next to you and pressed his temple against yours.

“What are we looking at?” He asked after a moment of staring into the cart.

“We’re spying on the neighbors. I think they’re arguing.”

“I get scared when they argue.”

“Me too. Who even takes their favorite color that seriously? Especially when the best color is obviously neon pink.”

“You’re so weird, babe,” He said before laughing and kissing your forehead. “Did we get everything?”

“We just need to get wine.”

“Wine? What for?”

“To celebrate.”

“There’s nothing to celebrate, though.”

“Yes there is. There’s us to celebrate.”

“That’s true. Just choose something good.” He pushed the cart and walked next to you as you went to the liquor aisle. You immediately chose the wine that you had drank on your first date.

“By the way, what were you thinking of earlier?”

“There’s this girl I’ve been dating for awhile but no matter what I can’t get her off my mind and it’s driving me crazy. You would think that I would be annoyed with her at least sometimes since we live together, but no matter what I just adore her.”

You turned to face Minho and wiggled closer to him. He seemed to be asleep judging by his even breathing and his lack of response to you getting close to him. He was laying on his back with one arm behind his head and the other draped over his chest. The sheets rustled as you pressed yourself against his side and slowly started trailing kisses down the side of his neck.

“What the hell?” He mumbled and pulled away slightly. “What are you doing?”

“I’m trying to have some fun,” You said quietly.

“Why?”

“I can’t sleep.”

“I’m tired and not in the mood.”

“Please? Just real quick.”

“No, honey. I’m going back to sleep.”

You sat up and stared down at him but he didn’t notice and immediately drifted back into sleep. Maybe all you needed was a hot shower to soothe your mind. The logical part of your mind knew that it was unfair for you to expect Minho to wake up and satisfy you even though he was tired from work and needed to get as much sleep as he could; the selfish part of you wanted him to sacrifice his sleep so that you could sleep too. You climbed back into bed and lightly tapped Minho on the shoulder. He stirred after your taps became quicker and a little harder.

“Baby, please don’t start on the whole sex thing again. I love you but I’m exhausted,” He said against his pillow.

“I know. I just wanted to say I’m sorry, Minho.”

Silence settled over the two of you before Minho grabbed you and pulled you against his side. He smoothed your hair and gave a brief smile.

“It’s okay, baby. Just stop waking me up in the middle of the night.”

The beach was quiet today compared to most days. That was, of course, if you ignored your boyfriend screaming at the top of his lungs as he played volleyball with his friends. He had begged you to play with them so that they could have even teams, but you wanted to take advantage of the situation and do what you were so rarely able to do- relax.

Between work, taking care of your home, and trying to squeeze in as much time with Changkyun as possible before he was busy again, you were never really able to just kick back and relax. You closed your eyes and listened to the sound of the water.

Sand suddenly sprayed all over you and you jerked into a sitting position and pulled your sunglasses off. Changkyun was kneeling next to you, a smile plastered on his face and sweat shining on his forehead.

“What the hell? You just got sand all over me.” You said in an exasperated voice and swatted sand off.

“I’m sorry, babe. Look at it this way, it could be exfoliating.” He grabbed a water bottle out of the cooler and drank half of the water in a matter of seconds. “Can you please play with us? Just one game and then you can go back to laying here. It’s fun and my team is winning.”

“Will you lay with me afterward?”

“Sure, baby, anything you want.”

You faked considering it and got up after taking a quick swig of water. Changkyun gave a beaming smile and started hurrying back to the volleyball net to tell everyone that you would be joining. You bent over and grabbed a handful of warm sand. You caught up to him and rubbed the sand between his shoulder blades.

“What are you doing?” He asked and ducked away from your hand and tried to reach his shoulder blades to get the sand off.

You giggled and shrugged. “Don’t worry, babe. It’s exfoliating,” You said in a playful tone.