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"What do you want me to do?" He stopped moving for a second, then looked at you. You could see the tears forming in his eyes as he tried to understand what had gone wrong between you two.

"I think the routine has started getting heavier than we can handle." You keep your look down, as you can't even think of facing him as you say this.

"So, do you think this is it?"

"We can either let this go, or give it one more shot. But, this time, it will be better than the first, because we are actually going to try."

"I was hoping you'd say that." He came towards you and placed a soft kiss on your lips, that eventually got harder and harder. He lifted you up, your legs wrapped around his waist, headed to the bedroom.

"Just relax, princess. It's okay. No one's going to notice us." He smirked and that could only mean one thing. You were fucked, both literally and metaphorically. You wondered why you even suggested going to that concert, a small concert of one of your University professors. When he suggested that you sat at the back of the room, you didn't actually think that this was going to happen, but he seemed determined to make you feel good right then and there.

"If they notice us... Ah, Jaebum, that man on stage is my professor! And it's not even a stage! What if someone sees us?"

"No one's gonna notice a single thing. Just trust me." He was already touching your thigh. What a day to wear a skirt, you thought. Could you have made a better choice on what to wear? Well, as far as Jaebum was concerned, he was free to work on you as much as he wanted, while the people around you were watching the concert.

You didn't have the time or the composure to think. You didn't even want to think, honestly. When his hand reached beneath your skirt, you knew you were done. You covered your mouth when his fingers found your entrance, but that only made matters worse.