Dancing With Fire | +18 | (NEW)

04 | Store-sex guy

The weekend lingered in your mind like a song you couldn't shake. Two days tangled in sheets with a man whose name you never caught—only the heat of his touch and the way his laughter rumbled against your skin. By Monday morning, he'd slipped out of your apartment, leaving behind the faint scent of cologne and a hollow quiet. You didn't mind. Nameless encounters were your rhythm, a dance you'd perfected over years of keeping your heart at arm's length.

It wasn't recklessness. It was routine.
Sex was the one place you never felt abandoned, never felt like you were asking someone to stay. You controlled the script, the ending, the exit. It was safer that way.

You stood in the kitchen, steam curling from a mug of tea as you gazed out the window. Seoul's skyline glittered in the early light, a city that never paused long enough to ask why you preferred solitude over strings. SuAh's voice broke your reverie, bright and teasing from the living room.

"So, you spent the whole weekend with this guy in your house, and you don't even know his name?" She leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, her grin a mix of disbelief and delight. "I can't decide if I should high-five you or drag you to therapy."

You smirked, cradling the mug between your palms. "What's there to know? He was fun. It was fun. We didn't need names to make it work." Your tone was light, but there was an edge to it—a wall you'd built long ago, mortared with the grief of losing your parents and the independence you'd clawed out of necessity.

SuAh rolled her eyes, stepping closer. "You're impossible," she groaned, but her eyes softened. "Please tell me he didn't give you a fake name. Or worse—tell me you didn't let him leave without one."

You pressed your lips together, fighting a grin as memories flickered—his hands, calloused yet gentle, tracing paths down your spine. "But I've got bigger things to worry about. The real estate agent's coming today. Some hotshot buyer named Park Jimin from Pax-something wants to see the place in person."

Her brows shot up. "Park Jimin? As in Paxim Global, Park Jimin? That's not just a buyer, Y/n, that's a damn mogul."

"Whatever." You shrugged, setting the mug down with a soft clink. "As long as he's got the cash, I don't care who he is. I need to downsize and get closer to Rosa anyway." Grabbing your bag and keys, you nodded toward her. "If they show up before I'm back with that new filter, just show them around, okay?"

SuAh gave an exaggerated salute. "Aye, captain."

You snorted, heading for the door.

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"These walls are excellent for privacy," SuAh said proudly.

The agent sighed. "Miss Kang, please."

Jimin hid a smile behind his hand.

"And there are no neighbours around to complain about noise" SuAh nudged her elbow on the older of the two men. The younger found her unconventional take on a house tour highly amusing. He stifled a laugh, brushing a finger over his nose as SuAh's unconventional tour antics amused him.