It was a cloudy day. The sky gave him plenty of hints of a torrential downpour. He looked up; everything was so dark. He felt that it somehow complemented his own existence by every inch. He was rejected again, rejected by the very thing he loved. Singing was his love and the thing he could do best. Yet every time he would take a step in turning his passion into his profession, he failed. It was the third time. He just couldn’t take it anymore. His eyes reflected the dark sky in a way that it was almost impossible to tell apart where those clouds formed outside or within himself.
He suddenly noticed some school boys bullying a puppy few steps away from where he seated himself. “Leave the poor thing alone you naughty kids,” he heard those words coming from a distance. He found the girl advancing towards them while the two school boys ran away. She looked furious at the beginning but then kneeled down before the puppy gently brushing and cuddling it. He stared blankly at her, her plaid shirt, her white jeans, her fair falling inevitably on her face, her dark brown eyes which showed no regrets, her smile overruling the dark clouds in his eyes; he just couldn’t help but stare, stare blankly at her.
He was so lost that he didn’t realise the rain drops hit the earth. The puppy quickly ran away and the girl was on her way as well when she noticed this person still sitting on the grass showing no sign of moving. He saw her running towards him but found it difficult to look away.
“Mister, aren’t you leaving? You’ll get drenched? Are you listening?” she said to him.
“Ah, yes,” he nodded as if almost waking up from a dream.
They rushed to the nearest shelter. While she dabbed her hands with a handkerchief, she asked,” Why were you sitting there like you had no intention of moving?”
“I thought the rain could cover me better,” he replied almost unknowingly, his eyes following the rain drops.
She didn’t reply. He continued after a pause,” Singing, the thing I like to do best, the thing I can do best, I don’t know why I keep failing then,” his voice began to break. She knew he was crying; she thought it better not to look at him. “ Once, twice and thrice, I failed... I’m so tired now, just too tired,” he sobbed quietly letting his tears run down his weary cheeks. She was quiet all this while but now she felt she should say something. “ Once, twice... when you didn’t give up then why now?” She turned to him. “It doesn’t matter how many times you fail, as long as you can stand up back on your feet and start all over again, some day you are going to live that dream of yours, no matter what.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him along with herself in the rain. “ You were right. The rain can cover you better. Then what are you you waiting for? Let it all out. Come on, brush it off your shoulders. All right, I won’t look....Now? go for it, trust me it helps.”
Seconds later she heard him sobbing and sniffing and then crying, crying out loud. She kept quiet. He cried his heart out, as loud as he could. He probably felt better. When he had finally calmed down, he heared her voice reaching out for his. She was....singing, singing in the rain. The sound, the melody, the feel, he was taken aback by all of it. He almost forgot himself; he was so deeply and comfortably lost in her. He no more had command over himself; he seemed to be all possessed by her voice. He couldn’t help but accompany her. She smiled and a few moments later, she stopped. “ There’s something wrong,” she looked thoughtful. He stopped as well, his eyes nervously waiting on hers for an answer. “Something’s off,” she continued,” Your words, tune, scale, all seem to be right on track, then why?” she thought harder.
She suddenly changed her tone,” Well have you ever tried singing?” Thinking she was joking, he lifted his eyebrows. She didn’t wait for his reply,” Ahh you see, I’m talking about that singing where you don’t care if you are getting the notes right, that singing where your words pave the way for what’s in your heart, that singing where you don’t care whether anyone’s listening, that singing where you close your eyes and travel to the world you created, that singing where your only motive is to able to stand up to own expectations, to quench your own thirst? Did you? Did you ever try singing?
He knew that she wasn’t waiting for a reply but for an answer. He closed his eyes and began. It came out rather wierd. He stopped. He felt the presence of another hand on top of his. Taking a deep breath, he started, all over again. When he had finished , she clapped with delight,” See, I told you, I knew you could do it.” He didn’t open his eyes, he wanted to enjoy that moment in the world he created. “ You’ve worked hard. I’m glad you found your way. It’s time for you to shine now. You waited for it, didn’t you. Now go and live it. Congrats, ...all the best.” He heard those words as he realised the voice gradually fading away, until it was heard no more.
He quickly opened his eyes. Breathless, he looked around himself. The grass fields were gone; she was too. He found himself sitting in a couch, a book in one hand. He looked at it closely. “ No way,” his eyes widened as he noticed the title that read ‘Singing in the Rain...’ The girl on the cover ,her face wasn’t clear. He took a deep breath. “Mr. Kim Minseok. I guess you are awake now. You’re up next. Are you ready?” he heard a staff calling him from behind. He went up on the stage and unknowingly, unintentionally, he closed his eyes. When he had finished, he opened them only to find out thousands of people shouting his name- clapping and cheering for him.
Late that night, on his way home, he heard someone calling him from behind,” Mister, can I have your autograph? Please.” He turned to see. That plaid shirt, that same white jeans, those dark brown eyes, that smile and that... that same person. “ No way.”
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I’m back from the dead! Hope you missed me! I will be updating my other stories (I am an alpha, Bad girl, and All my idols) some time in this next week! Hope you can be patient with me for a little while longer! Please let me know how you feel about this chapter, I love feedback!
Also this is a long one!
“No!” I cry when I hear my phone go off at five in the morning, “This is supposed to be my day off! I’m supposed to sleep in and lay in bed all day!” I glare at my phone when I see my boss’s name light up the screen, “Seunghyun oppa, I know I told you to call me whenever you need me but not today! I’m so tired!”
He sighs, “Eunsoo, I’m not calling to call you in, there was a fire at work.”
I snap up in bed, suddenly not so tired, “Oh my god! Is everyone okay?”
“Everyone is fine, no one was in the building, the police are starting an investigation to see if it came from inside the building or if someone started it from the outside.” He pauses to talk to someone else before coming back with another sigh, “I just wanted to let you know that we will be closed for a little while.”
“How long?”
“I haven’t had a chance to see all the fire damage but from what I can see out here, at least a month. I know you could move on and easily find another job but I really hope you will stay on and return when I can open again. But if you can’t afford to I completely understand!”
Now it is my turn to sigh, normally I would quit. I would leave without question because in the end, my well being comes first. But now, at least for however much longer, I don’t have to worry about whether or not I have enough food in my fridge or if I can afford my electricity bill. My savings is fuller than it has ever been, I could save even more if I accept Minseok’s demands for me to move in with him. My fingers run through my hair, “I’ll stay on.”
I can hear him tapping his feet happily, even with the sounds of cops and firefighters going on around him, “Thank you! You have no idea how much I appreciate you!”
“You are welcome, you are just lucky Minseok oppa has been scolding me about working too much.”
“Thank him for me too! I have to call the rest of the staff before anyone shows up, you have a good time sleeping in, seems like you need it!” The line goes dead, leaving me to just glare at the screen. I sit there thinking for a few minutes, I can’t remember the last time I just had one job. Two is usually my minimum, I have never wanted free time, I honestly don’t know what to do with it. I think of Minseok, will he be completely over the moon? As much as I hope he is, there is a nagging feeling in the back of my mind that if he has me as much as he really wants he will realize that the idea sounded much better in his head. I push that idea away for now, I’ll deal with it when we get there. For now, I’m going back to bed.
A clatter in the living area of the apartment has me snapping up in bed for the second time this morning. I pause there for a moment, waiting for another sound that follows a few moments later. The clink of metal sends me to the closet to retrieve the bat Minseok had put there for me. He doesn’t trust me with guns so this was my only option. I tip toe down the hall into the living room, seeing nothing from my position I continue towards the kitchen.
I freeze in the archway of the kitchen when I see a man on the other side of the island. With his back to me, all I can see of this stranger is his light brown hair that is shaved on the sides and longer on top. I scan him as I creep closer on my tip toes, the bat held at the ready. He is cooking. There are pots on the stove, produce and meat on the counter. He is humming softly as the knife in his hand clicks against a copping board, the sleeves of his light blue button up are rolled up to his elbows. I question myself, maybe I should ask who he is… I shake my head, if I do I’ll loose my element of surprise. Yes, swing now, ask questions later. With a deep breath I swing the bat not expecting the man to turn around.
Or to catch it.
He catches the bat and before I can be amazed by that he is jerking the bat forward with me still holding on. I meep when he presses the horror movie sized knife to my throat, his eyes fixed on my face. My hands release the bat and rise up on their own, showing my surrender. He stares me down for another minute, studying my face, giving me a moment to do the same. To be honest, I find him incredibly handsome, soft features, full lips, freckle dusted cheeks, and those eyes. This glare…
“Kyungsoo!” Chanyeol snarls as he suddenly appears in the doorway I had just came from.
“Oppa,” I whine, not taking my eyes off of Kyungsoo.
Kyungsoo sighs, he pulls the knife away before signaling me to go sit at one of the stools on the other side of the island with the knife. Like a scolded child I obey and sit down. The two man share a look before Kyungsoo sighs once again, placing the bat on the counter he turns his back to me. I look over my shoulder to Chanyeol who is still glaring at the other man.
“What are you guys doing here?” I ask softly.
The giant finally sighs and joins me at the counter, “Since you have the day off I figured it would be nice to have a fresh, homemade breakfast, hence Kyungsoo here in the flesh.”
“I see.”
“I’m sorry, I thought I would catch you before you made it this far and I wasn’t expecting that,” He gestures to the bat.
“I wasn’t expecting to find a man cooking in the kitchen this morning so I was just a little freaked out.”
He rubs his neck awkwardly, “Yea, Eunsoo-ya, meet your Kyungsoo oppa. He isn’t much of a talker.”
I nod, “I can tell.”
“He isn’t the friendliest guy we have but man he can cook.”
I think back to the little lunch box from yesterday, the half I ate was really delicious, “Yea what he made yesterday was really good.” Nervously I look back to the wide eyed man and mumble softly, “Thank you for that yesterday by the way.”
He hums in response.
I look to Chanyeol for what else to say, he just shrugs, “That’s all you are going to get from him. How about we go sit in the living room while he cooks?” Just as we are about get up and leave something comes flying at Chanyeol. I don’t realize what it is until Chanyeol catches it only inches away from his face.
It’s a throwing knife.
Chanyeol doesn’t even look surprised, just pissed, “Really?”
The smaller man doesn’t say anything just places the fruit he has been chopping up into a little bowl on a tray before placing that tray on the island and sliding it over to me. A beautiful traditional breakfast is set up for me, stew, rice, delicious looking kimchi, my mouth is watering just looking at it. My eyes shift back up to Kyungsoo, who I find has been staring at me. Our eyes lock and with that knife still in his hand and gestures from the tray to me.
“He wants you to eat all of it,” Chanyeol explains.
“All of it? This is for like three people!” It’s not an exaggeration at all, the amount of food could easily feed the three of us.
“As much as you can. He’s still upset that you didn’t eat all of the food yesterday.”
“I was busy.”
The wide-eyed man just tuts.
“That’s not a good enough excuse for him,” The giant basically translates. “It’s his job to keep you fed and he has never failed a job but you not eating your food is making him look bad so he is going to make sure you don’t know what hunger is these next couple days. Our other jobs were put on hold to keep an eye on you after what happened at your work. Hyung is a worrying mess, you need to call him.”
I pull the tray closer and take a few bites, humming happily at the delicious taste, “How does he know what happened already?”
“It was on the news, Kyungsoo reported it to Hyung.”
“I doubt he will be worried for long, the minute I tell him my latest decision I’m hopping he will be over the moon about it.”
“Latest decision?”
“My boss called me this morning and asked me to stay on staff for when he reopens, I said yes so I’m down to just one job for a little while.”
Out of the corner of my eye I notice the two men sharing a look, “Hyung is going to be excited to hear that.”
I pause and look over at Chanyeol, “Really? He’s not going to get annoyed having me around all the time?”
“Are you actually asking me that?” The giant laughs, “If he had it his way you would never leave. He would keep you locked in here forever!”
I’m blushing down into the bowl in front of me when Chanyeol is suddenly cut off. I look up to find Kyungsoo once again glaring at the giant, “Are you saying things you shouldn’t be saying? Minseok oppa is going to kill you.”
“Forget what I said, here, just talk to him,” The large man pulls out it phone and places it on the counter facing me.
Two seconds later Minseok’s face shows up on screen looking none to happy, “Yeol this better be good.”
“I would say I’m pretty amazing,” I muse, ignoring my food for the man on the screen.
“Soo-ya!” He hums back just as happily, “Are you okay? I heard what happened, is everything alright?”
“Of course I’m okay, I was in bed when it happened.”
“Do they know what happened yet?”
I shrug as I realize Kyungsoo is glaring at me. I gulp as I begin shoveling food into my mouth to at least attempt to get myself out of trouble.
“Woah, there love you don’t want to choke,” Minseok scolds over the phone.
“Sorry this is just really good!”
Minseok tsks, “Kyungsoo is standing over you watching isn’t he?”
“He sure is!” Chanyeol answers for me.
“Eat well but not rushed.”
I nod, slowing down my bites, making sure to keep an eye on Kyungsoo. “How is work going?”
He sighs, “It’s boring. I would much rather be home.”
“I would prefer that too.”
“Great! Now that you two have had your mushy moment I’m going to take my phone back!” Chanyeol tries to steal the device but stops when he sees his boss, his friend, glaring at him.
Minseok snarls, “Park Chanyeol if you try to take this phone I swear to god I will murder you. Take Kyungsoo and go wait in the living room.”
“Why do we have to go?”
“Because she is eating, now go.”
Both men gulp as they rush out of the kitchen, basically tripping over each other to get out. With both of them I pick up the phone with both hands and smile at him.
“Thank you.”
He smiles in return, “For?”
“For everything. The food, the company, it’s been a long time since I actually missed people.”
“I’m happy you aren’t alone, though I wish I had better options for your company.”
I chuckle, “Everyone has been fine. Chanyeol oppa is very exciting. Jongdae oppa seemed really responsible and nice. Sehun and Kai Oppa were a bit weird but okay nonetheless. Kyungsoo oppa is the only one who isn’t the nicest but his food is delicious!”
“Sehun and Kai?” Minseok cocks his head, “You met them?”
I nod, “They came to the café and made me sit down and eat something.”
“Those boys are over achievers.”
“Did you not send them?”
“Nope, I had just been mentioning that I was wondering if you had taken a break at work early yesterday morning. They must have wanted to make sure on my worries. I’ll have to talk to them about that.”
“I don’t want them to get in trouble! They were very kind.”
“They are not in trouble Love. I just want them to let me know when they check up on you so I can rest my uneasy heart.”
I tsk, “You worry too much from what I hear.”
“Oh my sweet girl, if you saw what I have seen you would understand my worry. I don’t want to talk about that though. I actually have to go to a few meetings now so I will leave you to your day off. Take a good nap, eat well, and just relax okay?”
I nod, “Oaky Oppa, have a good day at work, I’ll be here.”
“I’m happy to hear that,” He hums happily. “I love you Soo.”
My cheeks flush, “I love you too Oppa.” I hang up as a massive smile spreads across his face. I don’t think I can ever get used to such beautiful man saying that to me, my heart stops whenever he would ever get close to saying it.
“You guys are not what I was expecting,” Chanyeol points out once I put the phone down and slide it cross the counter to him. Him and Kyungsoo join me in the kitchen again, the large eyed man is quick to push my food back at me.
With a sigh I pick my chop sticks back up, “What do you mean?”
“He is so gentle with you. His voice never gets loud, always soft, even when he’s just talking about you, he relaxes right in front of your eyes. It’s just not what I was expecting when our hyung told us he was in a relationship.”
I nod, knowing my assumptions from yesterday are right. Minseok isn’t angel, I could have figured, but I honestly do wonder what he is like to other people. To even his friends, who seem to shake in their boots from just a glare over video chat.
“You have her mind wandering,” A deep voice hums. I look up, Kyungsoo is looking down at the dishes he is cleaning but it has to be him…there isn’t more people here, is there?
“Don’t worry too much about what I said,” Chanyeol chuckles, “I’m just saying it’s nice to see him so happy and relaxed. How about we go out today? Go have some fun?”
Kyungsoo stops washing dishes to glare, if his hands were free I can almost guarantee he would throw another knife at him.
“What do you want to do?” I ask eating my breakfast slowly.
“Well I have to run some errands but Minseok hyung doesn’t want to leave you all by your lonesome, and I doubt you want to stay with Kyungsoo so how about we go run my errands, get some lunch, and I’ll have you back in time for your afternoon nap.”
I shrug, “I have nothing better to do.”
The sound of metal grinding brings both of our attention to Kyungsoo who is sharpening his kitchen knives, his eyes fixated on Chanyeol.
“What?” The giant snaps.
Kyungsoo just glares.
“She doesn’t want to stay with you so unless you want Kai and Sehun busting in here, she is coming with me. You can come along if you are so worried.”
“Worried?” I question.
Chanyeol tsks at the doe eyed man before looking back at me with his usual fun expression, “Go get dressed, I need to talk with Kyungsoo a little more.”
“But,” I look down to my half eaten food, surprised with myself that I’m even thinking about eating more.
“After,” Kyungsoo’s deep voice hums surprisingly soft.
Chanyeol nods in agreement, “Of course, after you finish your food!”
“Are you okay waiting in the car for just a few moments alone?” Chanyeol turns around in his seat to look me in the eye when he asks.
“Of course, I’m not a child,” I tsk. “Just crack the windows at least.”
The giant laughs at that, even Kyungsoo’s lips quirk, “Okay, Kyungsoo and I are going to check in on a few things. It’ll take 15 minutes at most. We just need to drop off our reports on our last jobs.”
I nod looking out the window at the tall glass building, “This is where Minseok oppa works?” It’s one of the tallest buildings in the area as far as I can tell.
Kyungsoo chuckles.
“Sort of,” Chanyeol responds with a laugh of his own. “So you are sure?”
“Get out before I change my mind,” I warn.
The two men climb out of the car and slightly jog into the building. I rest easy in the backseat of Kyungsoo’s car. It’s less flashy than Chanyeol’s and Minseok’s but just as luxurious. It seems brand new, smells clean, almost like bleach. I ignore the strange smell and just stare blankly out the window. It had started to snow on our drive here, making everything seem so much colder.
I’m only sitting there for a few minutes when a man comes up and knocks on the window. I stare at him through the window, realizing that they are completely tinted. He looks about Kyungsoo’s height with dark brown hair that is slicked back out of his face. A face that is incredibly handsome, strong brows, thin nose, sharp jaw, straight out of a fashion magazine. In a neat navy suit and long wool coat he looks absolutely professional, I imagine him on the top floor of the skyscraper behind him sitting at a large wooden desk.
He knocks again. I debate with myself about responding. Minseok would tell me not to. This man could be dangerous, Minseok’s voice rings in my ears. The man cocks his head as he stares into the window of the passengers seat. He knocks again. From the way he continues to look the vehicle over I begin to think he must know Kyungsoo. What if they are friends? Kyungsoo doesn’t seem like the type to have many friends. What if he is one of Minseok’s friends? Wouldn’t it be rude to ignore him? I climb into the front seat and roll the window down slightly.
“Hello?” I answer nervously.
The man jumps back startled, “Oh, hello, sorry, I must have the wrong car.” He scans the vehicle over, confusion written all over his face.
“Are you looking for someone?”
He comes closer, an awkward smile on his face, “Yes, this looks like the car of a friend of mine. I thought you were him.”
“Are you looking for Kyungsoo oppa?”
“Kyungsoo oppa?” He questions, brows knitting together in confusion. I don’t have a chance to respond before those chocolate brown eyes go wide and he blurts out, “Eunsoo!”
I bow my head slightly to greet him, “Yes?”
A bright smile spreads across his face, “Hello! I am your Suho oppa!”
I hum for a minute, thinking back through names mentioned, “You were in charge of the drunk boys last night, right?”
That smile falters, “What?”
“That’s what Jongdae oppa told me. He said that you had to take the drunk boys home, that’s why he had to take Chanyeol oppa to pick me up. Am I wrong?”
“Oh!” He chuckles, “You are very right!”
“How was that? I met Kai and Sehun oppa yesterday, they seemed like they would be a handful.”
“They have a tendency to cause a lot of chaos, it gets even worse when Tao gets involved,” He grimaces. “Things were fine until they got a little too crazy and created a big mess.”
I laugh, “I’m sorry to hear you had such a stressful night. Didn’t you get to at least have a little fun?”
“A little. But when I start to have fun things get worse.”
“You seem very gentlemanly, I find that surprising.”
“Men like me are never what they seem, you shouldn’t just base your opinion of people on their looks.”
“If you aren’t what you seem, please do tell me what you are.”
He chuckles as he shakes his head.
“If not yourself maybe one of your friends? I hear Minseok oppa fits that saying very well.”
“Oh I would not suggest it. Hyung would murder us,” He blanches. “Speaking of which, what are you doing out here all by yourself?”
“Chanyeol oppa had to run some errands. Kyungsoo oppa came along but remembered that he needed to do a few things inside as well. So here I am.”
“It’s freezing out here. How about you come inside with me? I’m heading to the same floor as them,” He suggests.
“But what if they come out right after us? Won’t they be concerned if I’m not in the car when they get back?”
Suho gives me another bright smile, “If they were so worried they shouldn’t have left you in the car. Come on now Soo-ya.” He taps in the code on the door above the handle before pulling it open for me.
I hesitate for a moment.
“I’m freezing, please can we go inside? I’ll have someone make some hot chocolate for you. Hyung says you like it.” Suho holds his hand out for just a moment before just taking my hand and pulling me out. Without releasing my hand he reaches pass me to turn off the car and close the door. He loops our arms and drags me along inside. We step into the warm building and are automatically greeted by three beautiful women who are bowing a full 90 degrees.
“Welcome Mister Junmyeon,” They say in unison.
“Hello ladies,” He responds, “This is Miss. Eunsoo, please bring a cup of hot chocolate to my office for her.” We continue on our way pass them, through a beautiful black marble lobby and straight into the elevator. He finally lets me go and sheds his long wool coat and folds it in his arms. I dance on my toes nervously, suddenly feeling anxious about this whole thing.
“Junmyeon,” I mumble softly.
He looks over at me, “Yes?”
“I thought you said your name was Suho?” I edge away slowly.
“Suho is a nickname my friends gave me.”
I don’t respond, I just think of every possible way I could possibly escape and remind myself that I’m an idiot for following some random guy. He watches me intensely for a few seconds before the elevator dings and the doors open. I don’t follow him when he steps out, I just stare at him with a firm grip on the railing.
“Eunsoo,” He sighs, “There is no reasons to look so concerned. Here,” He pulls out his phone and dials a number, it only takes me a moment a figure out whose.
“Yes?” Minseok’s voice echoes in the small metal box.
“Hello Hyung, I’m here with your little Miss. She seems worried that I’m some strange man trying to abduct her so can you please put those worries to rest so I can sit her down and get her something warm to drink.” Minseok responds, I can’t hear it this time, Suho nods a few times to whatever the older man is saying, “I’ll make sure to do that when I see them, here is Eunsoo.”
He hands me the phone and offers me his hand to continue on. I take both the phone and his hand and allow him to take me along, knowing Minseok is just on the phone eases the anxiety in my heart. “I’m sorry,” I mumble into the phone.
“Hello Love, what are you apologizing for?”
“For being such an idiot. I swear I’m not usually this skeptical of people.”
Minseok chuckles, “One of the first things you told is that your parents told you to never get into a car with a stranger.”
“And I felt like an idiot then!”
“My sweet girl,” He coos, “You don’t need to apologize for being suspicious of people. I demand for you to call me whenever some man comes up to you claiming to be my friend and asks you to come with him. I don’t want you getting taken away more than you do.”
“I’m just confused, I thought that I would only be meeting Chanyeol oppa.”
“I thought so too but everyone feels like doing whatever they like. Don’t worry I will have a talk with them when I get back. For now, Suho is going to watch over you. I’m going to be coming back as soon as I can okay?”
Suho lets go of my hand but continues to a large desk just like I pictured. I sigh, “Please do. I miss you.”
“I miss you too.”
We hang up, I return the phone to it’s owner to just stand there wringing my hands nervously. Suho gestures to the large, comfortable looking chair on the other side of the large desk while he takes one of the two for guests. “Please sit,” He offers looking down at some paper work that was on the desk.
“Isn’t that your spot?” I point as I shuffle closer.
He stops and looks over his shoulder at me, “Don’t you know whose office we are in?”
“Yours?”
“No, this is Hyung’s office. He needed me to look over a few things and fax them to him. He would want you to sit in his spot. It’s the most comfortable spot and it’s the farther from me which he would like.”
I go over and sink into the large chair, “Wow,” I hum. “This is comfortable.”
“Told you,” The man gives me a handsome smile, “just don’t tell Hyung I said that, he’ll kill me if he knew I like to spin in his chair when he is gone.”
I laugh, “I won’t tell if you tell me something.”
He raises a brow, “What exactly would you like to know?”
“What does Minseok oppa do for a living? I mean an exact job title and description.”
“Why so curious?”
“We’ve been dating for a whole month and I honestly could not tell anyone who asked me what he does for a living other than own the restaurant that I work at.”
“I can imagine how that would be frustrating. Minseok runs a billion-dollar organization that makes and distributes different kinds of equipment and products.”
“Runs?”
“Yes, runs. He owns the building we are in now.”
I take a moment to let that sink in, I knew Minseok was loaded but this is a different level. “And what do you do?”
“I help in whatever I can,” He explains simply looking back down at his papers. I decide not to press him, he answered my question about Minseok, he doesn’t need to explain himself to me. I just spin around in the chair before one of the women from before comes in and gives me a large mug of hot chocolate, marshmallows roasted on top and everything.
After another few minutes of mindless spinning and sipping I freeze when I realize Suho is recording me. I stare at him with big eyes, the mug still held up to my lips.
He laughs, “I’m sorry, I just thought that Hyung would enjoy this.”
“Does he talk to you about me too?”
“He tells all of us about you, constantly.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be, it calmed the masses when we all found out you weren’t some psychotic witch.”
I cock a brow at him, “Is that his usual type?”
Suho cringes, obviously realizing he has said too much.
“No need to respond, I’m just going to go with a yes on that.”
“Please do not mention this.”
“Mums the word,” I chuckle. Suho returns my smile with one that is almost blinding.
The double doors to the office open suddenly, Chanyeol and Kyungsoo are standing there looking as frightened as could be. Suho looks over his shoulder at them for just a second, “Oh good you’re here.” He stands up and straightens his suit, giving me one more beaming simle, “Give me one moment, Eunsoo-ya.”
The two men come forward, Chanyeol leading with an apology on his tongue, “Hyung, I’m-” He doesn’t get the chance to finish it. Suho turns and takes two steps before punching the giant in the face, sending him to the ground. Kyungsoo, from our altercation this morning, could have easily blocked it but takes the blow when Suho comes for him, ending right next to the giant on the floor.
I just stare, honestly shocked by the situation in front of me.
Suho shakes his hand out, “You are lucky the others are out of town. You are lucky Hyung is 500 miles away or you would be dead right now.”
“Hyung,” Chanyeol tries again but clamps his mouth shut the second Suho’s eyes narrow on him.
“Hyung wants me to specify that that this is not Eunsoo’s fault. If it is anyone’s fault that this was brought to his attention I will admit it was mine. I was confused on why Kyungsoo’s car was here, I opened the door and she was inside, understood?”
The two men are staring down at the floor, “Understood.”
“Good, now that that I relayed that message let me give you one more. You are idiots. Absolute fucking idiots. I can’t even begin to honestly tell you most things running through my mind with Miss. Eunsoo in the room but let me just start with how irresponsible you are for leaving her alone out there.”
“I told them it was okay!” I blurt out, looking away the moment the words are out of my mouth, afraid of some kind of snap back.
Instead I get a soft voice, very different from just before, “Do you really think that changes things? Hyung told them to watch over you, to take care of you while he is gone. Would he have left you alone if you told him?”
I shake my head, “No.”
“Then they should have done the same. You make think I’m being too cruel but you don’t understand what would happen if something were to happen to you while you were in their care.”
Both Kyungsoo and Chanyeol visibly stiffen.
Suho turns around to continue his scolding, “You both understand what would happen correct?”
“Yes Hyung.”
He sighs, “I need you to remember that. She is in all of our care now, since you two cannot be trusted on your own,” Kyungsoo’s eyes snap up. “Kyungsoo I know you are going to be angry but I don’t think you’ve realized how important this is. I know how you think this is stupid and pointless but you cannot let that effect how much care you put into the situation. If Minseok comes back and finds so much as a scratch on her we will all be in trouble. Regardless of your feelings he is trusting us to take care of the person he cares for most. Now I need if I can trust you guys enough to take her back home where she needs to be.”
“Of course!” They respond together.
Suho sighs again as he straightens his suit, “This is your only second chance, don’t make anymore mistakes.”
The two men shift on to their knees and bow with their foreheads pressed against the marble floor, “Yes Hyung, we are sorry.”
“Great, now get up,” The two jump to their feet. Suho turns to me, “I am very sorry that you had to be here for that. Please do know I am not usually the one handling these issues so you will never see me act like this again. Now these two gentlemen will be escorting you home where you can rest on your day off. I will be there in a few hours with the others once they finish their work.”
“The others?” I cock my head confused.
“I heard that the others were introduced yesterday, Kai, Sehun, and Jongdae? They will be joining us for dinner.”
“Why all of them?” Kyungsoo growls.
“It was just going to be Sehun and Kai joining you this evening, Hyung’s orders, after one of his meetings went bad he thought you could use the extra company but after this whole little mess I think Jongdae and I should come along to keep an eye on everyone.”
“So we are being babysat?” Chanyeol scoffs.
“Sucks doesn’t it,” I can’t help but chuckle at my own words.
All three men look at me with a warning glare, though both Chanyeol and Kyungsoo’s are playful. Suho seems completely done with the situation and picks up his things to go.
“I will see you all this evening,” He gives each man one last solid glare before walking out the double doors. The moment he is gone it’s as if a massive weight was taken off our shoulders.
“I thought he was going to be a nice one!” I blurt out.
Kyungsoo raises his brows at my out burst.
Chanyeol laughs, “Hyung wasn’t nice to you?”
“I mean he was but in that friendly serial killer way.”
“Yea, he can be a bit of a hard ass but he was right, I’m sorry for leaving you out there.”
I roll my eyes at him, “Don’t. It’s ridiculous that I can’t be left in a car on the street by myself. Are you guys okay? He hit you pretty hard.”
“We are fine. Hyung may have looked tough and scary there but he’s not much of a fighter,” He rubs his jaw, opens his mouth to stretch it out, before giving me a beautiful smile. “All good.”
“We should go,” Kyungsoo hums coming around the table and offering me his arm. Now it’s my turn to raise my brows.
Apparently it’s Chanyeol’s turn too, “Speaking and being gentlemanly, Do Kyungsoo what has gotten into you?”
Kyungsoo takes one of my hands and wraps it around his arm, pulling me out of my seat and towards the door, “Following orders.”
“By keeping her as close as possible?”
He nods.
“I mean you could pick her up? That way she couldn’t run away?” Yeol offers with a chuckle. Kyungsoo freezes and looks me up and down for a moment.
“Don’t you dare.”
“You know I can cook,” I point out to Kyungsoo, sitting patiently at the kitchen island.
He hums from the stove, quickly making something for lunch.
“Are you any good?” Chanyeol pokes fun. “Hyung never says anything about it.”
“Oppa isn’t a fan of me doing any kind of work when I’m not at work, especially with my crazy schedule. The minute I am home, I am off the clock and not allowed near cooking or cleaning equipment.”
“What do you make?”
“I’m great at making western foods!”
“Do you know how to make breakfast foods? Kyungsoo made pancakes for us once and they were amazing but he said they were too sweet so he never made them again,” His bottom lip starts to poke out the more he speaks until he has a full pout.
“Pancakes sound amazing!”
Soo pauses what he’s doing to glare at Chanyeol over his shoulder.
“Come on Soo!” Yeol basically begs, “Eunsoo would really like them! Think about the brownie points you could get with Hyung for making her so happy! You are going to need them after this morning.”
“Please Oppa!” I give him a big smile. “I’ll even call up Minseok oppa and blame this morning on Chanyeol oppa. I’ll say he basically dragged you out of the car.”
“Hey!” Yeol pouts once again.
“Do you want pancakes or not?”
He clicks his tongue, “Fine!”
Soo laughs, “Okay.”
We joke around a bit more, eat lunch together, and head into the living room. They let me pick what we watch, I turn on a random superhero movie, enjoying the way Chanyeol’s eyes light up at the sight of the Deadpool intro. After a couple movies, Kyungsoo brings out some snacks, followed by a few rounds of a card game. I honestly did enjoy my time with the two boys. They seemed to work well together, balanced each other out with Chanyeol’s incessant chattering and Kyungsoo’s five word limit. I don’t even realize how late it is until Suho comes in with four men trailing in behind him. Three I automatically recognize, the last one in line doesn’t ring any bells.
He is tall, taller than even Kai and Sehun, with tan skin and large bags under his eyes. The moment out eyes lock he gives me a handsome smile like they all do. I begin to wonder if Minseok made them practice that kind of reaction.
“Hi,” I greet from where I’m curled up with a blanket on the living room floor. Both Soo and Yeol are in the same position, resting their arms on the coffee table, still focused on their cards in their hands.
“Are we interrupting something?” Kai chuckles coming in closer with out hesitation.
“Yes, you are,” Soo snaps briefly looking up from his cards to glare at the younger.
“Wow,” Sehun mumbles, “Hyung is actually speaking.”
“Last time I checked you and Sehun aren’t really talkers yourself but went out of your way to talk with Eunsoo yesterday,” Jongdae retorts.
Kai just snickers as he settles down on the U-shaped couch behind Kyungsoo.
“Who is this?” I lay my cards down, much to Kyungsoo’s irritation.
“Tao oppa,” The tan man responds.
“Nice to meet you Oppa, would any of you like to be dealt in?”
“No,” Soo snaps back for them.
“Oh shut up,” Yeol clucks, “We are both being slaughtered anyway.”
Jongdae comes closer, scanning over the score sheet Soo has next to him, chuckling at the score difference, “She is beating them by 400.”
Soo sighs and lays his cards down, “I’ll start dinner.”
“Oppa, come on! One more round!” I try with big puppy dog eyes.
He glares at me for a moment before picking up his cards. He studies them, he picks up one from the deck, lays another down. It’s a queen. With narrow eyes, both men watch me scan my cards as if in thought, when I know without a doubt I have a winning hand. I smile at them as I pick up the card and lay my hand down. Four kings and three queens counting the one Kyungsoo just gave me.
“Fuck!” Both men throw down their cards.
I fall back laughing my ass off.
“Why did you give her a queen?” Yeol roars
Kyungsoo jumps to his feet, “Damage control.” He stomps off, leaving Yeol and I to tally up points.
“Good thing we didn’t put money of this,” Chanyeol sighs.
My eyes scan over the well dressed men watching over our shoulders, “Maybe we should.”
Minseok POV
The next night
I rest my head against the door and sigh. Never again, I swear to god never again. I am not leaving her for that long ever again, I have never been more excited to back. I’m so excited to kick Suho and Kyungsoo out so I can take my beautiful girl to bed. With that thought in my mind I push the door open and step in. I am not expecting much, maybe the sound of the TV or music playing, I am absolutely not expecting cursing and people shouting. On quiet feet I slip through my apartment, through the dinning room to the kitchen, where I find delicious smelling foods. Kyungsoo is there, a small smile on his face, cutting up apples and oranges into little bunnies. He has a whole tray full of fruit, different kinds of Korean pancakes, and rice balls.
He freezes mid cut, his eyes snap up to me. I nod my head to him as a silent greeting, he is quick to return the motion. My love is not in the room, I shuffle around the corner into the living room where most of the noise is coming from. There is a large group surrounding my coffee table yelling and cursing while one specific voice stands out. It’s my sweet girl with her hands in the air and a big smile on her face, cheering loudly.
“I swear you are rigging this!” Kai accuses playfully.
“It’s all luck, not my fault you don’t have it,” She retorts with a smug smile as she pulls a massive pile of cash into her lap.
What the hell is going on?
I stand in the doorway dumbstruck by what is going on in front of me. My members, top ranking soldiers in the largest gang of Asian history, men who have spilt so much blood they could drown in it, cold blooded killers, drug runners, are playing a card game curled up around my coffee table getting beaten by my Eunsoo. I had told Chanyeol to be unconditionally sweet to her, from the looks of it he passed that note along to all of them. They are all smiling at her, even Sehun and Tao are showing their teeth at the sound of her victory cheer.
It honestly feels surreal watching the situation in front of me. I have never seen her so full of energy and glowing like the goddess that she is. Though there is a pinch of jealousy in my chest that other men are making her smile, I can deal with it as long as that smile never fades. But the fact that she can smile so easily when I have felt nothing but anguish since the moment I left her does upset me slightly. Her eyes go to something under the table, her phone I’m assuming.
Chanyeol notices and snatches whatever it is away, she glares at him, “Oppa, give it back!” She reaches for the device in his hand.
“I will when you stop checking it every ten minutes. I told you, Hyung won’t be home until the morning,” The giant dangles the phone in front of her face.
“He could get back earlier,” Suho tells them, dealing out a new game.
“He’s here,” Kyungsoo informs the whole room. I glare at him over my shoulder, he walks pass me to gently place the large tray in the center of the coffee table. All eyes shift to where I am creeping in the door way. The playfulness in the room disappears with the knowledge of my presence. My members are not smiling, they seem stiff in their seats, their eyes drop the moment I make eye contact with everyone of them. They bow their heads in respect.
Eunsoo scans the room confused, “Why is everyone so quiet suddenly?”
No one responds.
She shrugs before jumping to her feet and running at me, “Oppa!” She yells happily, wrapping herself around me. I give them a warning glare, the men turn around, giving me a moment with my sweet girl. My arms curl around her, bringing her even closer.
“Hello baby,” I smile into the crook of her neck.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were back?” She pulls back a bit to look at me.
“I wanted it to be a surprise, I wasn’t expecting this when I got home.”
She looks over her shoulder, “Suho oppa told me it was just supposed to be him, Soo oppa, and me but since neither of them are big talkers I figured we could have a little party again.”
“Again?”
She nods, “We played last night too. It makes time go by a lot faster.”
I just hum as I scan her gorgeous face. My fingers glide across her golden cheeks, noting the slight pink hue. I so rarely see her without makeup, she works everyday and claims makeup is a necessity there. Now here she is completely barefaced, in a pair of my sweatpants and one of my t-shirts, and she looks completely breath taking. How in the world could I have left this girl behind, even if it was for only three days.
An awkward cough brings me back to reality where Eunsoo is blushing and my soldiers are looking away bashfully, “I think it is time we should be going.” Suho decides.
Eunsoo pouts, “But you just dealt a new game.”
“I’m sure Hyung wants to spend some quality time with you,” He stands, the others follow suit, though a bit hesitantly.
Her cheeks puff out, something she only does when she wants to say more but thinks she shouldn’t. She wants them to stay, even if just for the game she wants them to stay. It must have been a long time since she played a game with friends. My poor lonely girl.
“You can stay,” I announce.
The men freeze and stare at me with wide surprised eyes.
“Everyone sit back down,” I order. They quickly obey, taking the seats they had before. I encourage Eunsoo to lead me back to her spot, which she does happily. She takes back her spot on the ground, I sit behind her on the couch with her in between my legs. “Please continue.”
“Are you sure Boss?” Chanyeol wonders.
I nod, placing a casual smile on my face, “Eunsoo is having fun and Kyungsoo just made snacks, it would be a shame if any of this was wasted. Please continue,” I order again.
The first few minutes are a bit awkward, my soldiers suddenly afraid to do something to Eunsoo to offend me. After one round though, the awkwardness fades away, the room once again fills with curses and laughs and Eunsoo’s victory cheer. I sit back and enjoy the scene, turning down Eunsoo’s offers to be dealt in. There is a mischievous glint in her eye every time, as if she is trying to hustle the ones from my wallet as well. By the time they call it quits she has to have at least three hundred dollars in ones and fives.
“Next time bring smaller bills boys,” She tells them as they get up to leave, “Or I’m going to be expecting your fancy watches in the pot.”
“Next time?” Sehun questions eyeing me up.
I lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees, “Whenever you boys are free, feel free to play a game or two.”
“Thanks Hyung, have a good night you too,” They bow and go.
Eunsoo is still resting between my legs, she leans back so her head is in my lap. I run my fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp gently. She sighs, “I missed you.”
“I missed you too my dear Eunsoo,” I lean down farther and kiss the top of her head.
“You aren’t leaving again any time soon are you?”
I shake my head, “I’m not leaving you alone ever again.”
She smiles, “Good.”
“Though I am happy to see you made some friends.”
“They were forced to be nice to me,” She tries to inform me.
“They were forced to be here and be polite, they were not forced to be so kind to you, they were not forced to play games with you. They like you, why is that so hard to believe?”
“Because I already have you and I still can’t believe that I’m this lucky.”
“I’m happy I’m not the only one still starstruck by what fate gave me.”
A/N: Was going to make this smut but I couldn’t get it right so for now this is just rated like 12, cannot guarantee the next chapter will be the same!
Summary: Eunsoo was just looking for a new job when she meets a man who seems to be more than a pretty face. This man offers her something she hasn’t had in a long time. But can this flighty girl let herself fall for a man who makes no promises to ever let her go.
Minseok doesn’t know what it is about the little goddess that stumbled into his life that drives him insane he just knows he can’t let her little had slip through his fingers. He doesn’t care what he has to do he, he isn’t letting her go anywhere. Lucky for him, he has the means to do that.
I take a breath to stop my hands from trembling, I roll my shoulders a few times to get the nerves out, I can do this. I pull the heavy doors open and peek into the beautiful waiting area of the upscale restaurant. A pretty young woman is standing at a podium staring down at something, too distracted to notice I’m there until I’m standing in front of her.
“Excuse me,” I mumble softly to get her attention.
She jumps, dropping her pen and placing her hand over her racing heart, “Oh my goodness!”
“I’m so sorry!” I quickly apologize.
Her eyes scan me, taking in my tight fit dress pants, matching jacket and white button up, “You must be the girl for the interview.”
I nod, “Yes but how did you know it was me?”
“Our manager said you were a foreigner.”
“Ah, I guess I do stand out a bit,” I chuckle looking down at my tanned skin.
“I’ll go get the manager if you would like to take a seat right here,” She gestures to one of the tall fancy chairs.
I thank her before going to rest in one of the seats. My feet bounce anxiously though I know I’m more than qualified for the position as a bartender there is always the chance they don’t want me here. I let my eyes scan around the room, the high ceilings, crown molding, magnificent chandeliers; the one through the large archway draws my eyes into the dining room. I peek curiously, noting how expensive all the tables, chairs and dining sets look, making a mental note not to spill or trip or drop anything, ever. Someone staring in my direction catches my attention, finding a handsome young face lit up by the candle on the table and the soft light from the chandeliers.
Cat like eyes narrow on me, suddenly we are having a staring contest. Pink lips are pressed into a firm line, his soft jaw line sharpens as he sets his jaw, making him appear more mature than he did a moment before. He rests back in his chair, completely ignoring the woman in front of him, his fingers tap against the wooden table’s edge, far away from where the woman’s hand is obviously reaching for him. In a pinstriped suit he looks like a gangster sitting there, confidence and power pouring out of him. I bite my lip, my eyes run back up his body to find his eyes, noting the small smirk now gracing his handsome face.
A waiter approaches his table with a tray full of food, he begins placing it down, a polite smile on the soft looking boy’s face. That smile falters when the woman says something. The man’s brow tenses as the woman continues to speak, pushing the plates away, making nasty faces at the poor waiter. Her voice begins to carry out of the dining room into the lobby, “Can you do anything right?” She sneers.
The man rolls his eyes, finally taking them off me and shifting them back to the woman. He tells her something, though from the look on his face I don’t imagine they are the kindest words. She continues to huff and puff profanities at the now blushing boy. All eyes are on them as she shoves one of the plates off the table, the boy jumps back, fear written all over his face, the man just looks annoyed.
I should leave the situation alone but I find myself on my feet, my heels click on the marble as I charge over since no one else is going to help this boy. “Is all this really necessary?” I say in a polite tone to the woman. All eyes seem to shift to me once the words are out of my mouth.
“Excuse me?” The woman scoffs, her glare now focused on me.
“I asked if all of this is necessary, what did he do wrong?”
She huffs, “He got my order wrong.”
I look down at the food splattered on the floor, “What was wrong with it?”
“I don’t have to explain that to you.”
“I’m curious, what could have been so wrong with it that you had to throw it on the floor like a child?”
The man chuckles, she looks over at him, completely betrayed, “Oppa! Say something.”
“No, it’s completely fine!” The boy jumps in.
The man chuckles, “I want to hear what was wrong with it as well.”
“It looked weird.”
I chuckle this time, “You do realize he didn’t make it right? Of course not, you probably have never worked a day in your life.”
She puffs her cheeks, once again looking for help from the man, “Oppa!”
“You act like she is wrong. You have never worked before.” She stands up and turns on her heel, huffing and mumbling insults under her breath. The man stands a moment after, sighing, obviously annoyed about the whole situation. “Thank you, this was going to be a long lunch, I have never been so happy for her to have one of her tantrums.”
“I’m sorry that I caused a scene,” I apologize to the handsome man.
“You defused something that could have gotten a lot worse, don’t apologize,” He pulls out his wallet and lays a few bills on the table. “This should be more than enough to pay for the food and dish.” The boy nods and begins to pick up the glass. I crouch down next to him and begin helping him place the shards on his tray. “You should leave him to it,” The man surprises me by taking my hands in his and pulling me back to my feet. “You helped him out more than enough for today.”
“I just did what any normal person would.”
His eyes scan the full dining room around us, eyeing the patrons, “None of them would.”
I chuckle, taking my hands out his and tucking them behind my back, “Any person who has ever worked a service job,” I correct. I watch his face contort into one of irritation, whether it’s from my words or taking my hands back I’m not sure.
“You work in a kitchen?” He questions in disbelief.
I nod.
“Eunsoo-ssi?” A familiar voice calls from behind me. I turn around and bow automatically to the manager of the restaurant.
“Good evening sir!” I say politely.
“Master Kim,” The manager bows to the man who came to stand beside me, almost possessively, towering over me.
“Manager,” He just bows his head slightly to the much older man.
The manager’s eyes scan over the almost cleaned up mess and the boy on the floor, his eyes widen in horror, “Did he drop your food?”
“No,” The man answers quickly, “My friend’s little sister threw a fit and pushed it off the table, I apologize for causing a scene and drawing Eunsoo-ssi into it.” The way he rolls my name of his tongue makes a squirm in my suit, something he notices.
“I didn’t know the two of you were acquainted,” Manager’s eyes go from me to the man and back again.
I’m about to deny that we know each other when the man responds first, “We are close acquaintances.”
“Eunsoo-ssi, if you had mentioned earlier that you are acquainted with Master Kim I wouldn’t have even bothered with the interview. Master Kim is a great judge of character, I could have just asked him about you.”
“Sir-” I try to correct this mess but the man has no desire for that.
“She didn’t tell me about it either,” He eyes me as if he is a father about to scold me, “she isn’t the type to name drop so that’s probably why she neglected to mention it.”
Manager nods, “Of course, Eunsoo-ssi, when was it that you were table to start?”
“Whenever you need me,” I answer immediately.
“Perfect can you start tomorrow night?”
I nod eagerly, unable to keep myself from grinning. “Of course! What time would I need to be here?”
“Seven? That way we have time to talk before the late night rush.”
“Thank you so much!” I bow to him deeply.
“Is there anything else that you need to discuss with her?” The man by my side wonders.
Manager shakes his head, suddenly looking more anxious than cheerful.
“Great,” The man places a possessive hand on the small of my back, “come along Eunsoo-ya, I can take you home.”
I’m about to put up a fight when the manager eagerly walks us out, bowing at least a dozen times before the large door closes leaving me alone on street with the man. It’s only about 7:30 so the nightlife hasn’t started up yet so there are few people on the usually busy street. I try to turn to the man but he continues to urge me forward with the firm hand on my back. I know I should stop him but I wait to see where is taking me. We are about half way down the block when he stops and pulls keys out of his pocket, points it at the car near us and opens the passengers’ side door.
“My parents told me never to get into a stranger’s car,” I blurt out like an idiot. My face burns bright red at my own stupidity, but he just chuckles, his thumb begins drawing small circles on my spine.
“That is a very smart thing to live by but as I already said, we are close acquaintances, not strangers, Eunsoo-ya,” My name rolls off his tongue so naturally it’s as if he’s said it a thousand times.
“I don’t even know your name,” I mumble meekly.
“Kim Minseok,” He bows his head slightly.
“I’m Park Eunsoo,” I return the action. “Thank you for getting me the job but I still don’t feel comfortable getting in a car with you and having you drive me home.”
He hums, “Oh this won’t do. How about we get more comfortable with each other?” Minseok closes the door to his car, locks it and begins leading me down the street more.
“What do you mean?” I ask nervously, wrapping my arms around myself in the chilly November weather.
His hand moves from my back to my hip, pulling closer against him and his warmth, “I mean lets get dinner. I wasn’t able to have my dinner thanks to Sooyeol’s attitude and since you were nervous for your interview I assume you didn’t eat either?”
I nod. I actually wasn’t planning on eating at all. Thanks to my asshole landlord I had to pay to get my fridge fixed, taking the money for my groceries, now I have to make a half gallon of milk, three slices of bread, and two eggs last me a week and a half.
“See,” He beams a handsome smile at me, “This is perfect.”
I want to say no but my stomach growling stops me. This guy doesn’t seem rude, he seems really nice actually. He helped me out with the job, the least I could do is have dinner with him, and in the end if he’s a creep, at least I got a free meal out of it. Minseok seems to see on my face the moment I decide to agree and leads on with a new kind of swagger. I can tell just from looking at him that he’s from money and adding in the manager’s reaction to him, it must be a lot of money.
“Soo-ya,” He muses quietly, almost to himself.
I hum a yes.
“I have a friend, his name is Kyungsoo, he never let’s me call him that.”
I nod, “You can call me that. No one has since I was young.”
“What do your friends call you?”
“I don’t really have any. I have acquaintances, if anything and they all just call me Eunsoo.”
“A pretty girl like you with no friends?”
I chuckles, “It’s definitely my choice. People can get clingy, I like being able to move along without people weighing me down.”
“That must be lonely,” There is a strong sadness in his voice as if he is speaking from personal experience. I look over at him, he is staring at me with a large amount of adoration for someone he just met.
“Loneliness has become something I’m used to.”
He nods, not saying anymore. We walk into another nice restaurant, the people rush to greet us with the same anxiety the manager had. I should be concerned about that but it strangely makes me feel safe by Minseok’s side like no one would dare even look at me the wrong way. We are lead to a circular booth, Minseok mentioned how he preferred them but there were none clean. It took less than a minute for one booth to be cleared and reset for us. I watch a little in awe, it’s like something you see in the movies. Minseok squeezes in one side and I climb in on the other, meeting in the middle with only a foot in between us. They hand us menus and give us a few minutes to look. There are lots of fancy foods that I have no idea what they are, Minseok quickly notices my distress and scoots closer. He explains each thing on the menu, asks what kind of things that I usually like, gave me a few recommendations before helping me decide on some kind of seafood with a weird name.
Minseok orders for both of us, saving me from embarrassing myself trying to say the stupid name. He asks what I want to drink, I shrug. Once again the man suggests a few things before picking some kind of fancy wine. The waiter rushes away, basically shaking in his boots the whole time. I look at Minseok, my chin resting on my hand with my elbow on the table, my fingers dance across my lips as I study him.
He smirks at me, “What?”
I sigh, “I’m trying to figure out what must be wrong with you.”
“What?” His heart warming chuckle brings a few eyes to us.
“You are handsome, obviously rich, well respected, most likely powerful, what in the world would you want with a girl like me?”
Minseok seems offended on my behalf, “Why would I not want a girl like you? Do you even see yourself? You are a golden goddess who knows the value of a dollar and cares for someone other than yourself, you have no idea how hard a girl like you is to find.”
My cheeks flush.
“I don’t want to hear things like that from the pretty mouth ever again.” I look down at my hands bashfully, his words warming my core more than they should. “Now tell me about yourself. Do you have any family?”
I shake my head, “Parents died in a car accident when I was 9.”
“So who did you live with?”
“I went to an orphanage and lived there until I was 16. After that I’ve lived by myself.”
His hand rests on my knee, a small sign of comfort, “I’m sorry.”
With a sigh I shrug, “I’m stronger because of it. Now tell me about you. You seem like you will be more interesting.”
“What do you want to know?”
I hum, “What do you do?”
“I run many different business but I spend most of my time working with an organization.”
“So what are the chances of you owning the restaurant we were just in?”
He raises his brows at me.
“Stupid question, got it. Next question, why is everyone so scared to even look at you?”
“I am a tough boss, I like my workers to do their job correctly and be respectful.”
I nod, “So do I call you Minseok-ssi or CEO?”
“Oppa,” He quickly corrects.
“I mean at work, if I am one of your workers I want to talk to you with the respect you expect from other workers.”
“Respect my decision than, call me oppa,” His voice is soft but there is warning behind it.
“Yes, Oppa.”
He beams at me, “Now my turn! Now since you seem to be such a loner, I’m assuming there is no boyfriend in the picture?”
“You would be right,” I sigh, noting the way his eyes light up and decide to mess with him. “My husband wouldn’t be too fond of that.”
His smile drops, “Husband?” Those bright eyes quickly darken as his mind seems to take him someplace else.
I try to brush it off with a laugh, “I’m kidding! I’m very much single and have been for a while now.”
“Don’t joke with Oppa like that, you almost gave me a heart attack.”
“I’m sorry,” I offer with a big smile.
He sighs as he pets my head affectionately. We talk a bit more about his life and my own, the conversation flows nicely, his warm voice hums in my ears, and his hand never leaves me. It’s always on my thigh or shoulder, not pervy handsy at all, again I just find his presence comforting. The food comes to the table, I thank the waiter before he rushes off once again only to appear a moment later with a bottle of wine an two glasses in his hands. Once again I thank him before turning to Minseok to do the same. We eat in a comfortable silence, his eyes constantly on me, secretly making sure I’m enjoying it. After I eat at least ¼ of it I turn to him.
“It’s absolutely delicious!”
His eyes light up, “Really?”
I nod, “So stop staring like I have a third eye on my forehead.”
He chuckles as he holds up his wine glass, “Cheers?”
“Cheers!” We clank our glasses together before taking a sip, or maybe I took a big gulp, who are we kidding I downed that glass. It has been so long since I’ve had something that tastes this good. My food disappeared just as quickly, followed by two or three glasses of wine, I’m not sure. I realize as I’m wiping the side of my mouth that Minseok still has half of his food on his plate, his chin rests in his hand, his eyes on me of course. I blush and look away, feeling like a complete idiot.
Minseok reaches out and gently pulls my chin so I’m looking back at him, “You are absolutely precious. Don’t try to hide that beautiful face from me, understand?”
I nod. His hand returns to its spot on my back, drawing warm circles. We resume our conversation drinking more and more, religion, values, future plans, things I’m way too drunk to be speaking about. Minseok is responding to my last note when I find myself staring at him again, not just because he is speaking, I study his handsome face, those eyes and those perfect pink lips. As the thought occurs I nibble on my own bottom lip, something he quickly notices. So beautiful, I think to myself. Why is this beautiful man talking to me, buying me dinner, looking at me so sweetly? This has to be a dream.
“I think it’s time to go,” Minseok must pay the bill when I’m not paying attention because the next thing I know we are walking back down the side walk, one arm around my waist his other holding my hand, leading me back to his car. I don’t put up a fight this time, not when he places me in his passengers seat. Not when he pulls away from the curb going in the opposite direction of where my area of town is, though to be honest I don’t think I could make it there in this state. Not when he parks in front of some expensive building and gets out. Not when he takes my hand and leads me inside.
I feel hollow as he takes me into his penthouse, passed the living room and into the bedroom where I fall onto the bed. He is standing at the foot of the bed with his arms crossed over his chest and a scowl on his face, “Do you have any idea how dangerous this is for you?”
His question throws me off, “Huh?”
“I thought you were wise at first but getting drunk with a strange man who shows obvious interest in you, oh sweet girl, that is a very bad idea.”
I admit with a shrug, “I don’t have much to live for. I spent my days and nights working for a life where I can leave whenever I want and see whatever I want to see, I have experienced the world enough. If I’m going to die at least a handsome man will be doing it. If I die at least I’ll die with a full belly,” My hands rest on the little lump under my button up caused by the delicious meal. “Do you know how long it’s been since I actually felt full? I don’t.”
He doesn’t say anything, just begins taking off my shoes with gentle hands. This isn’t what I imagined rape to be like. His hands are so slow, so soft, so careful about where he places them. My pants are next, his eyes are on my face, looking for any sort of reaction before popping the button and unzipping the zipper. It’s easy for him to get them off and toss them to the side, I actually tense when he reaches for me again, not so fond of the idea of his him taking off my underwear and having his way with me. He doesn’t reach for them though, he unbuttons my top just as gently, taking his time before pulling it off along with my jacket.
He stares at me as if he’s never seen a naked woman before, as if I’m the only woman in the world that he would want to look at. My belly warms under his gaze, I look away blushing. I look back only to realize he isn’t there anymore. It takes me a moment and a few tires to get up on my elbows to scan the room for him. He’s in his closet for a few minutes then he goes to his bathroom, returning in boxers and a t-shirt, two pieces of fabric in each hand. Minseok reaches out and pulls me to a seated position. He dresses me as if I’m a child, head first, then the arms. It’s his shirt. The confusion must be written all over my face but he ignores it and brings the other piece of cloth to my face, gently rubbing my makeup away. He’s washing my face.
I stare up at him in a daze, he just focuses on getting on my makeup off. When he is done he takes the rag back to the bathroom, turns off the lights and climbs into bed. He drags me to where he wants me to be, head on a pillow, under the warm covers, his arm around my waist, body pressed firmly against my back.
“Minseok-“ I finally speak only to be shushed.
“Oppa is here to take care of you, just sleep for now.”
I do.
………………….
I pop up out of bed, dazed and confused, my alarm blares from wherever he discarded my phone last night. It’s on the nightstand, on his side of the bed, when did he put that there? I try to wiggle towards it but the firm arm around my waist stops me.
“What the hell is that?” He groans, rolling back slightly to see the bright screen shining up at us.
5:30
I scramble over him, making sure not to damage the man, to reach my phone and shut off the annoying ringtone that is programed into the device. Minseok is glaring at me in my new position, lying belly to belly we make a wide X, propped up on my elbows, my phone in my hands.
“Why is your alarm going off at 5:30?” His voice is rough with sleep, making him even sexier than last night.
“I need to get to work,” I mumble, feeling like I did something wrong.
“Your shift doesn’t start until tonight.”
I chuckle at that, “Oppa, I have more than one job.”
“You aren’t going,” He decides shifting me back into the position we were in before hand.
“Yes I am. I appreciate you very much for feeding me and not raping me but I have to go. I don’t even have my work clothes me so I still have to go home for that. Agh! I’m going to be late, fuck!” With that realization I scramble out of his grip, no matter how hard he tries to keep me. I make it to the floor with a thud, Minseok sits up with a groan, he watches me struggle to get my stuff together. Pants first, my shirt seems to be MIA, great.
“Where do you work?” He asks even though he sees me struggling.
“I’m a hostess at a little café, but certain days I need to go in early so I can help the new pastry maker out.”
He hums, “What exactly do you need for your uniform?”
“A pastel top and some flats. My pants should be fine, shit, and I need to do my makeup. I can just do that on the subway.”
“You aren’t taking the subway at 5:30 in the morning.”
I roll my eyes at him, “I normally don’t but since I’m all the way across town and in a rush I don’t have an option.”
“Where do you work?”
“Lala’s tea house, it’s a traditional tea house.”
He pulls out his phone and taps on it for a minute before climbing out of bed. He walks to his closet and pulls on a pair of sweat pants and a sweatshirt. “Put your pants on, you can change your shirt when we get there.”
“You are taking me home?” I ask hopefully, not wanting to take the subway at all.
“I’m taking you to work, someone will meet us there with a shirt, some shoes and some basic makeup.” He grabs another sweatshirt and once again dresses me as a child, head first, then the arms. “I’m assuming you work at 6?”
I nod.
“Do we have time for breakfast?”
I shake my head.
“I’m not enjoying this rushed morning,” He groans as he takes my hand and pulls me along out of the apartment. We go down in the elevator in silence, all the way to the car, not single word. My mind is racing, he hates me. He must really, really hate me for ruining his night and now his morning, god I would hate me. I open my mouth then close it, then open it again, and close it yet again. I don’t know if I should apologize when he is the one who brought me home, he signed up for that instead of trying to get home. But not this early morning trip across town. I’m so absorbed in my own thoughts that I don’t notice we are here until his rough hand caresses my cheek. He gently turns me to face him, his eyes soft.
I look down at my hands, “I’m sorry for running your morning. Thank you for taking me to work even though you are mad.”
“I’m not mad.”
I peek up at him though my lashes, “Really?”
“Let me correct that, I’m not mad at you. I’m mad at your job for having you here so early. I wanted to make you breakfast, I wanted to talk to you more, I wanted to get my claws into you more so you would want to come back again before I let you go.”
I’m blushing, “I’ll come back.”
“Would you really want to?”
“Yea, I don’t see why not. You took care of me, you fed me, you were nothing but sweet to me, why would I not want to come back?”
“People find me scary sometimes. They say I can be too intense.”
“Intense, yes, scary, definitely no. You took some random drunk girl home, changed me out of my work clothes, gave me something clean to wear and tucked me in tight. Many guys have trouble controlling themselves but you were able to do it without letting your hand slip once. I feel absolutely safe around you.”
A small smile spreads across his face, his hand finds it’s way to the back of my neck and pulls me in, placing a soft, chaste, kiss on my lips, “I’ve wanted to do that since I saw you.” His thumb runs along my jaw line, eyes focused on my lips, obviously wanting more. After him helping me out, it’s the least I can do. I reach out, placing a hand on either side of his head and pull him in for an actual kiss. He is surprised by my assault but quickly catches on, his hands snake around my waist and just as quickly pulls me into his lap. I’ve never kissed someone like this, never had someone kiss me like their life depends on it. His tongue slips through my lips, the hot muscle explores every inch of my mouth, hungry for as much as he can get. For a minute I actually think we are about to have sex in his car when someone knocks on the window.
“Holy shit,” I nearly scream, clutching on to Minseok tighter, hiding my face in the crook of his neck.
He growls as he rolls down the window, the stranger chuckles, “Good morning Boss.” He hands something to Minseok.
“Good morning Kris, thanks now go.”
“Not even introduction?” The stranger muses, “I would love to see the face of the little goddess that got you out of bed this early for ride to work.”
“Goodbye Kris.”
“Goodbye Hyung and little goddess,” The window is rolled up and the stranger is gone.
“Sorry about him,” Minseok hums softly, his hand draws small circles on my back.
“I’m sorry I jumped you.”
“You do not have to apologize for that, I definitely encouraged it.”
“I could tell, that was…” I still feel breathless, “Amazing.”
“We will definitely be doing it again, but for now,” He puts a shopping bag in between us. “You seemed to be in a rush to get to work. Hopefully this shirt is to your liking.” It’s only now that I realize the position we are in. I’m straddling his lap, my arms still around his neck, one of his hands on my lower back the other rests on my thigh, this is definitely an interesting position. He watches me intensely as I debate on just climbing out or returning to my seat. But the moment I decide to move, he decides for me, keeping his hands solid on my body, completely destroying the idea.
“I’m shy,” I admit meekly.
“I saw last night and these windows are tinted, you have nothing to be shy about. You are going to be late to work if you don’t hurry.”
We keep eye contact as I pull his shirt over my head, loving his clone that I already know is coating my skin. His eyes shift down for only a second, I expect him to look at my chest but instead his eyes go to my thin waist. I reach into the bag and pull out a pretty blush top, with a high neck line and long sleeves it’s more conservative than I usually wear but I don’t feel like telling him that. I pull it on, looking deeper into the back I find some black flats and a smaller bag with some make up. But what really gets my attention in the little black box at the bottom. I narrow my eyes at him as I pull it out and pop the box open. Inside is a pair of blush colored diamond colored earrings. My jaw drops.
“How?” I question honestly confused.
“How what?”
“How did you get this stuff so quickly? How did you know my perfect size and makeup shade? This is literally the makeup brand I use! And these earrings! How did you get all of this stuff at 5:30 in the morning?”
He chuckles as he tucks a stray curl out of my face, “As you said last night, I’m a very powerful man. Now as much as I would love to keep you like this or take you back home with me, you are late for work.” I look at the clock on the dash and scramble out of his car door, nearly hitting the ground if he hadn’t caught me. I jump to my feet and begin rushing inside before turning on my heel and rushing back to the now open window, “Did you forget something?”
I lean threw the window and kiss his lips one more time, “Thank you so much. And good morning Oppa.”
…………….
Minseok’s POV
I watch her scamper inside the traditional style building, the sweet taste of her lips on my tongue. Oh god what has this child done to me. Eunsoo. Kim Eunsoo. The golden goddess who has caused a scene, refused to go home with me, got drunk, had me basically take care of her all night, now she has me up at this god forsaken hour to take her to work. Yet I have nothing but a warm feeling in my chest at the thought of her. I don’t know what it is, maybe the light flickering in her eyes, the way her smile lights up a room, her caring heart, even though she would disagree or maybe it’s the way she secretly craves to be taken care of and loved. The way her small frame curled into mine last night like she had never been held tells me everything I need to know about her. I can’t wait to have that little goddess in my arms again, but when?
………………………
Eunsoo’s POV
I nod every few sentences as the bartender explains some things to me. I’ve done this a dozen times before but I know that each place is different and even though I have an in with the boss man I don’t want to ruffle any feathers. The bartender seems to be a nice guy, Seungcheol is about a year and a half younger than me, but of course he is taller and looks more mature than I probably ever will. We match in black dress pants and button ups, sleeves rolled up to the elbow.
“We have special guests showing up tonight apparently so tonight is going to be a bit more stressful than usual,” He tells me as he cleans up the few spots that are now empty at the bar.
I nod but as I scan the restaurant I notice the small amount of people that should be there on a Thursday night at 8 at night.
“The place will actually be pretty deserted but the guys coming in are heavy drinkers and have horrible attitudes, I hope you have some thick skin cause those guys are going to try and eat you up.”
“I’ve dealt with bad guys before so I should be good.”
He sighs, “I told the manager to start you tomorrow night so you can actually work with costumers but he insisted that you start tonight. So I’m going to try and have you in the back as much as possible, get you acquainted with back there and tomorrow we can work on serving drinks okay?”
Again I nod, “Okay.”
Just than the doors open followed by lots of chatter of deep voices and hearty laughs. A few tall men in suits swagger in like the own the place, oh my god please don’t let this be what I think this is. I can’t even begin to hide the grimace on my face when one of them looks my way. I don’t try to cover for myself at all, just turn on my heel and duck behind the bar. Seungcheol raises a brow but chuckles and nods his head in the direction of out kitchen entrance. I slip back there, never rising to my full height until I know I’m completely out of sight of the men. I look around the mostly empty kitchen before moving to the liquor area and making sure everything is stoked like Seungcheol had told me earlier. I try to focus on my work but one this is bugging me. Minseok will not be here, I tell myself. I do not want to serve him after my ballsy move this morning, he probably hates me or finds me annoying.
My cheeks flush at the memory, my body has been buzzing all day with this new energy I have never felt. It has been so long since I’ve had an extra pep in my step like I did this morning, I couldn’t stop smiling, my coworkers had thought I went crazy and I think they might be right. I don’t fall for people, especially after just one night but I don’t know, Minseok makes me feel something I haven’t felt in a long time, like he cares.
But what if he’s different with his friends around. I’ve know many guys who turn into a completely different person when their friends appear, and usually it’s not for the better. Would he even admit that we knew each other? Would he be okay with his friends knowing he is interested in a bartender when he is some big important guy? I know these are stupid questions but many times in my life guys have answered them wrong.
“Noona?” Seungcheol peeks into the back at me about ten minutes later.
“Yes?”
“The manager told me you need to be out here, I’m sorry,” His dislike for the idea is all over his face but I know there is a good chance he argued for me but still lost.
I take a deep breath and follow him back out into the dinning room. Tables had been moved and the patrons from before have left by now, leaving the long table in the center of the room the only one with people at it. Seven men are sitting there, all impeccably dressed in three piece suits. I want to study them more but instead I find myself looking at the list of drinks Seungcheol has started on. I quickly follow suit moving to the next on the list. It only takes us a few minutes to have the drinks ready, Seungcheol takes them out, he tells me to pretend to look busy even though we both know there is nothing for me to do out here. I look around the bar a bit, noticing some of the shelves holding the liquor bottles seem to be dirty so I begin to clean literally everything I can reach. I’m kneeling on the back counter lost in my own head for about ten minutes before I realize that I have an audience watching me. I don’t turn around but their conversation has ended and I can feel eyes on the back of my head.
Seungcheol appears next to me with a tray, he tries to look cool but we both know the attention I’m drawing, “Is that good enough?” I offer to kill the silence, looking down that the younger boy with a smile.
He catches on and eyes up the shelves before nodding, “Looks good from down here, let me help you down.” His hands are on my hips, helping get down off the counter. I smile up at him and thank him quietly. Finally looking over at the bar I see all twelve spots are filled and all twelve pairs are on me but only the familiar cat like ones really catch my attention. My heart stops at the sight of him, I want to smile at him and rush to his side but the death glare sent at me keeps me from doing so. Turn that into my heart dropping and my gut clenching, he’s mad.
Seungcheol steps away from me, his hands go to his pockets, Minseok’s face automatically softens a bit, he rests back in his chair at the head of the table. “Ya,” He draws all eyes back to him with the single word. He holds up his drink with a small smile on his face, “We all did a good job today, everyone drink and be merry.”
The eleven men hold up their drinks and clink them together, “Cheers!”
The conversations begin again, the men are loud and seem pretty cheerful, completely unlike what I had pictured from what Seungcheol had told me. As they continue to talk and eat and drink I can’t get myself to keep glancing at Minseok. I want to talk to him. I want to hug him and kiss him and ignore my reasoning on why I shouldn’t feel like this for some guy I just met. It’s driving me insane.
A hand on my shoulder makes me visibly jump, “You okay?” Seungcheol worries.
I nod, “Yea, just a little out of it without much to do.” He strokes my arm softly, it’s not an intimate touch, more brotherly in my mind than anything but it must not look like that from across the room. Before Seungcheol can respond Minseok is at the bar , almost pulling me across the counter to get away from him.
“Sir, be careful,” Seungcheol attempt to come to my unneeded rescue but a glare from his boss’s boss stops him.
“Seungcheol-ah, I’m fine,” I promise.
He is hesitant but he backs away to the other end of the bar. I turn around and stare at the strong hand still gripping my arm, keeping me basically chained to the counter. I raise a brow at him, he releases my arm to hold my hand gently in both of his.
“Well hello,” I greet with a small smile.
“Hello to you too,” He muses with the same smile.
“That was an interesting time to finally come say hi.”
“He has been touching you this whole time and it has been driving me crazy.”
I hum, “If I would have known that’s what it took to get you over here I would have encouraged it.”
He glares at me playfully.
“I’m kidding of course. But since when are other guys not allowed to touch me?”
“It’s not that they aren’t allowed it’s just that I’m not a fan of it,” He specifies.
“Your friends are staring,” I note looking over his shoulder to our audience.
“I don’t care.”
“So you haven’t been ignoring me because you don’t want your friends to know you are dating the bartender?”
He smirks, “I didn’t know I was dating the bartender either.”
My face is on fire, I didn’t mean to say that. I try to pull my hand away to run and hide in my stupidity but his grip on my hand is solid.
“Oh no Love, you aren’t going to just say that and run off. Would you like to be dating?”
I look away to hide my blush but nod, “Yea.”
“Than we’re dating,” He guides my chin back to facing him and kisses me softly on the forehead. A few hoots and hollers come from the table but he ignores them. “I didn’t come over here because I didn’t know if you wanted the whole kitchen to know you are dating the boss.”
“I don’t give a single fuck who knows.”
“Good, so now I’m going to change my answer from earlier. From now on guys are not allowed to touch you.”
I’m about to sass back at him when a tall man joins us at the bar, “So you must be the goddess that got our boss out of bed this morning.” The man is obviously checking me out, a sly smirk appears on his lips before suddenly contracting into a scrunched scowl. “Ah!” He rushes away from the bar, limping slightly. “Hyung you are so mean.”
He snarls something in Chinese. The giant pouts, whining back in the same language. Minseok leans away from the bar, puffing his chest when the other, at least I’m assuming, questions him. “Do you have a death wish tonight?”
Kris glares back at him, “I’m sure there are other things you would prefer to be doing.”
“You are correct but I can definitely fit your death in there, now go sit back down.”
The younger huffs one more time but obeys. The rest of the table is in a silent fit of laughter and snickers at the man’s dismissal. Though some of them eye me up just the same they look away quickly when they realize Minseok is still looking their way. Suddenly they all find each other much more interesting, if not each other than a nearby wall or light fixture, anywhere but Minseok and I.
Minseok looks back to me, looking exhausted from the conversation, “Again, sorry about him.”
“I’m assuming that’s Kris.”
He nods, “Yea, ignore his wandering his eyes, I’ll make sure to let him know it can’t happen again.”
“Why do I have a feeling you are the possessive type?”
He chuckles, “I should have warned you, I’m territorial of what is mine.”
…………………
“Your friends are very eccentric,” I point out as I settle into his couch in his apartment. He appears next to me a moment later, two glasses of coke in his hands, he offers me one before settling his arm around my shoulders.
“Which is why they will be staying away from you for as long as I can manage. They are crazy especially the younger half. Kris, Luhan, and Suho should be fine but Chanyeol and Baekhyun are actually insane.”
I laugh, “You have interesting friends.”
“I know, but at the end of the day, they are very loyal and know when to listen and that’s all I ask for in a friend. Speaking of which, about what I said earlier. I need to get this out of the way or it’s going to bug me,” He is looking down at his drink, his other hand is playing with my curls mindlessly. We are both tense now, I have no idea where this is going and suddenly I feel like I’m about to be dumped. “I want to give you one last chance to leave.”
“What?”
“I’m going to warn you now Love,” He looks up at me with a little bit of anger in his eyes, whether he is angry at me or himself I’m not sure. “I am a very intense man in case you haven’t noticed,” I find myself snickering, he tries to hold back his smile during the serious conversation. “I’m being serious, I will protect you with my life and treat you like a princess but the cost of that are my um, possessive tendencies. I will take care of you, I will love you, I will only feel this way about you. I know this is a lot to handle but if you need to time to think about it I will understand and let you go.”
From the way his arm tightens around me I know that’s a lie. I stare at him for a minute, letting his words soak in, noting how on edge he is. I hum, “So we would be exclusive? No other men? No other women?”
“Yes.”
Again I hum, I’ve been a free agent all my life. The idea of being in a serious relationship absolutely horrifies me, I don’t really know what I’m doing and Minseok has made it very obvious this is going to get really serious really fast. But even with my usual fear of the situation in my mind I find myself saying, “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“I’ll stay.”
He is obviously over joyed but quickly reels himself in, “Are you sure? Once this starts I can’t promise I’ll be able to let you go.”
“I’ve been running long enough, I think it’s time I decided to stay a while.”
That is all he needs to pull me up onto his lap like he had this morning. Those pretty pink lips that have been in my thoughts all day. I’m straddling his hips, my hands cup his face as I bring him closer for a delicious kiss. His hands are on my hips, gripping me tightly, still afraid I might run away. I chuckle into the kiss, pulling away for a moment to place my hands on top of his.
“I’m not going anywhere tonight so rest easy, alright?”
He still looks unsure, “Really? I have you all night?”
“Well until 5:30,” I muse.
He scowls, “Again? I don’t like that job.”
“Well that’s unfortunate, is that a deal breaker for you? Should I just go?” I joke, not really even attempting to step away. His arms wrap around me in an iron grip.
“Very funny, like hell it is. I guess we are just going to have to get started than, can’t have you up too late.”
……………………..
Minseok’s POV
Here we are again. Though I much prefer tonight compared to the one before. Her little naked body is curled against me, her arms wrapped around me, afraid I might leave or something but this little angel must think I’m insane. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the world right now. She is the one that will have to leave in five minutes, again. I groan and for the millionth time consider just turning her alarm off and locking the doors so she can’t go, but I think it’s far too soon for that. Maybe I won’t be that crazy, but I make no promises, I can’t have her working hours like that everyday. How is she not worn to pieces? My poor little goddess. I kiss the top of her head and enjoy the next few minutes with her by my side.
I briefly wonder how crazy she will think I am for having another work shirt for her already? I knew without a doubt she would be coming home with me tonight after she ran back to my car this morning for that kiss. But I didn’t think she would agree to stay after I warned her about not letting her go. She is the wandering type, but maybe she is more deprived of affection than I thought, so much so that she would be willing to give up her freedom for a possessive lover. Maybe I should have warned her properly, mentioned the fact that I’m a little beyond possessive, I’m kind of insane, and the leader of the mafia, but I couldn’t get myself to. I can’t let her run away from me. I was pissed at myself for even offering her a chance to leave, I can’t imagine when I’ll actually confess the rest to her. Until then I’m just going to enjoy her.
