never grow up.

12. homebody

(homebody-lil durk)

"Would you ever kill someone for me?"

I ran my fingers through her long tresses of hair. I tried to find a way to feign off the question but I knew I had to answer it. She was not looking up at me, but I could feel her heartbeat against mine. 2 beats faster than my own.

Soojin grazed her fingers against my hips. "You said you wanted me. This is the simplest question."

"Did...he ever kill for you?" I had to know. It must be one of her asinine requirements since she does live such a shady lifestyle.

"My husband?" Soojin planted her hands on either sides of me so she could look me in my face. "Well...ex-husband...Shu, you should know I do happen to get what I want. Especially from his vindictive ass. But, he is the one who wants me dead. Oh how the tables do turn."

"You want me to kill him?"

Soojin clucked her tongue and laughed softly to herself. "I bet you would if you wanted to. But, he is untouchable. I seem to be the only one of his comrades who laid a finger on him at least once."

I nibbled on my bottom lip as I wondered why she would ask me such a question. What does she expect of me? It was so hard to figure out. Her face was warm, but it looked so condescending.

"Answer me, baby."

"It depends on the circumstance," I answered truthfully. "In means of self defense or...if you were in harm-"

Soojin smiled to herself and hovered over me. She kissed my forehead. "So, Good Girl does have a mean streak, huh?"

"I wouldn't call it that. It's just...morals. I'd help you because I like you."

"You like me enough to punch your friend," Soojin laughed. "Maybe a punch is all people need...." It sounded like she was plotting something. "Now when I say, kill someone for me, you don't automatically have to kill through violence. You don't look like the violent type but I guess I put something on you."

Her eyes were dilated and she looked so fine. I couldn't help but feel like I was under a spell. "Yes, of course you did. You make me feel alive."

Soojin kissed my lips, making sure I could taste the liquor on her tongue. Every kiss with her makes me feel intoxicated. She was like a dangerous Dirty Shirley cocktail, with her cherry lips. I craved more and more until Soojin's phone began ringing.

She stopped kissing me to answer it with a lot of hesitation. She lifted her cell and answered. "Soyeon."

I watched her facial expression soften.

"Yeah. I'm safe. I'm with Shuhua....the fuck do you mean that's not a good idea?.....oh, you're listening to your Yuqi doll. Mmhmm. Tell me what else she tells you while she thinks about Shuhua while she's strapping you down in bed....Soyeon, I know you're a bottom. We tried but failed....you're a little bitch too."

So Soyeon and Soojin did have a history. I wonder how intense it was. Considering they are so nonchalant with each other, they most likely knew they weren't made for each other. Or Soyeon was Soojin's most important person....then again...Soojin was an escort. So sex to her may not be as important.

"...I guess I'll come over to your place. Am I supposed to be scared of your little lap dog? .... fine. You know i'm gonna do what I wanna do anyway. But since, this is about safety. ....I trust you."

Soojin hung up the phone. "Looks like I have to go to Soyeonnie's tonight."

I didn't like that at all. I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Okay fine. Have fun with your girlfriend or whatever."