#bootycall

You allowed yourself only the briefest glance in his direction before turning away, engaging Choi Jong-In in conversation. The GuildMaster of the Hunter's Guild was a good friend, and you clung to that familiarity like a lifeline, using it to ground yourself.

But Yoon-Ho's eyes found you immediately, his intense gaze traveling over your form with barely concealed hunger. 

He took in every detail- the way your black dress hugged your curves, the perfect bow of your lips, the elegant line of your neck.

His brows drew together in frustration as he mechanically greeted his equals and the Association members, pleasantries doing nothing to ease the ache in his chest. 

Three days. It had been three days since the two of you exchanged even a single word.

Your avoidance was no longer something he could rationalize away or excuse. The distance you'd placed between you and him after he'd finally gotten close enough to get a taste was driving him mad. 

How had he allowed this situation to deteriorate so completely?...

Yoon-Ho's emotions were a mix of upset, desperation, and hurt. 

You- his woman- wouldn't even look at him properly. The possibility of you maybe hating him made his stomach churn with dread. 

He missed you so much it scared him.

Missed the silken feel of your skin beneath his palms, the symphony of pleasure-filled sounds he'd drawn from your throat, the way you finally surrendered to him.

But now? Now he was left with an all-consuming hunger that nothing else could satisfy. You had given him exactly what he'd craved for so long, but instead of sating his appetite, that single taste only intensified his hunger. 

Now there was a you-shaped void inside of him that demanded to be filled with every aspect of your being, and the emptiness was becoming unbearable, even for Yoon-Ho. 

His infatuation with you already ran deep, but your sudden withdrawal after giving him a glimpse of what could've been between you two was driving him to the edge of sanity. 

It was making him feral.

Even though he tried to focus on the critical meeting about Jeju- a matter he knew should have his full attention- his eyes kept gravitating towards you like you was his true north. 

You sat there, poised and professional, while he silently begged for any acknowledgment, any sign that you felt the connection too.

Look at me, his eyes pleaded silently. Pay attention to me. Give me anything at all. 

His desperate gaze remained fixed on you, hoping for even the smallest sign that you were affected by their separation as much as he was. You weren't clueless; you could feel the intense stare of longing coming from Yoon-Ho, who was coincidentally sitting right across from you. 

HIs orange eyes burned into you with such raw need that it made your breath catch in your throat. 

Every time you accidentally made eye contact with him, you saw the same primal hunger that consumed him that night, and it most definitely wasn't helping your 'ignore policy' regarding the arousing and dirty thoughts that flooded your mind every second of every minute of every day. 

You silently cursed him to stop staring, for your palms began to sweat and that unwelcome tingling feeling in your stomach grew stronger. The heat of his gaze felt like a physical caress against your skin, making your thighs clench involuntarily beneath the conference table. 

You felt uncomfortable sitting there and strangely warm despite wearing a dress, the soft material suddenly feeling too confining, too restrictive against your now sensitive skin.

You hoped no one could sense how horny you were in the moment- which was downright wrong considering the situation of helplessness regarding Jeju Island. 

The serious expressions on your colleagues' faces as they discussed the S-rank island made your shame burn even hotter. 

Here they were, addressing a crisis that had claimed many lives, and all you could think about was the way Yoon-Ho's hands had mapped every inch of your body, how his thick fingers stretched you open, how his tongue had...

You shift in your seat, placing your chin in your palm while trying to ease the growing ache between your legs. 

It was now two in the morning the same night. You were standing in front of the large window in your apartment that overlooked the city, the twinkling lights mirroring the stars above.

You were conflicted, your mind a turbulent mess of desires and doubts. A day hasn't gone by since you thought of Yoon-Ho and your hookup with him. It's been really getting to you, affecting your concentration during on sight investigations and making you distracted during important meetings.

Especially tonight, where you craved his hands on you more than anything. The mere thought of his fingers sliding up your shirt sent a pleasant tingle down your back. Your body remembered it, remembered everything. 

But you shouldn't.

It's wrong.

They are both S-rankers who rival each other in strength (though you're probably stronger)- and he's the GuildMaster for the White Tiger Guild for god's sakes.

It was wrong. Totally wrong. Nothing more could happen between you...

"shit..." you whispered to yourself, already knowing that your needs outweighed the logic. Your reflection in the window showed your flushed cheeks and bright eyes, betraying your arousal.

So, with much reluctance and shame, you pull your phone out, your fingers trembling slightly with nerves as you type. 

2:05AM || You: hey

2:05AM || You: you awake?

Almost immediately, Yoon-Ho responded, as if he had been waiting by the phone and hoping for your message.

2:05AM || Yoon-Ho: yes

2:05AM || Yoon-Ho: why?

2:05AM || Yoon-Ho: need something?

2:05AM || Yoon-Ho: want to talk??

He bombarded your phone, which made you even more hesitant to send the message. His eagerness was intimidating, maybe a bit endearing, but it was also making you second-guess your decision. 

2:06AM || You: do you want to come over?

seen 2:06AM

Yoon-Ho stared down at his phone, his heart pounding as he stood up from his couch, nearly knocking over his half-empty coffee cup in his haste. 

His mind raced with the possibilities, each more appealing and mouthwatering than the last. If you were asking him to come over this late, you were hinting as the likelihood of sex... right??

Was this a booty call?

Was Yoon-Ho getting booty called right now?!? 

The thought made his pulse quicken and his palms sweat. After realizing he had accidentally left you on open, he fumbles with his phone as he pulls on a jacket, nearly putting it on inside out in his excitement.

2:08AM || Yoon-Ho: i'll be there.

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