The protector

Solo (M)

Stay if you want?

The light hurt his eyes when he turned it on. Jeong Hyeok looked at the condom in the trash bin realizing what she had done while leaving his body. Outside, only was the noise of the water coming from her bathroom.

The pianist recovered his clothes. Outside, still water.

Not knowing what to do, he cleaned the table and put the beers in the fridge. From the corridor came the sound of her, opening the bathroom's door, and then her steps. When the elf appeared in the kitchen, she was wearing a white shirt and nothing more. Lustful even in that moment.

"Clap clap, excellent performance and cleaning, your future wife is a lucky woman" In-ah accompanied the nice sentence with one of those smiles of hers, but she didn't come closer, she didn't kiss him like she had done for so long just a few minutes before. She only offered the bathroom, and he was fast, because something made him understand that it was time to go.

Jeong Hyeok came back home feeling like if the experience had left a sort of bad taste in his mouth, and this albeit he had received so much compliments that, thinking of them, his cheeks still blushed. So, that was the random sex. The man couldn't say it had been bad. It had been better than any fantasy he had ever had. But it was as if something was missing.

That one had been a long day. Wake up at dawn, the practice, the classes, and then the gym. And then... that. Though, he found impossible to fall asleep that night, too many thoughts crowding together, keeping him awake.

The chair, he had to admit it, had been something shocking, and it was easy to understand how racy it had seemed that thing, at the eyes of someone like him. Same for the way – apparently kind yet, in point of fact, sharp – she had made it pretty clear how she was expecting from him to go away after... that. He had been perturbed by that behaviour of her, there was no denying. Though, even to an inexperienced person like him, it was pretty clear that forbidding the access to her bedroom, and wordlessly inviting someone to leave, only were a way to not create any confusion. To keep the distances from someone whom she had just shared the intimacy with. Like a warning to not think that the physical contact could have become something romantic.

It was something he could understand and even approve. Even if, from her, in that house he had grown so familiar to which, with a person who was his friend, it had hurt.

However, what was making him dwell the most that night was his own behaviour. Why there had been that sort of click! so out of the blue? Why a simple pat on his hand had unleashed inside him an inexorable energy which had beaten his shyness, overcome his reserved nature, and even topped the fact that he was almost completely unaware of what to do – yes, he knew how to kiss the woman he was in love for and who loved him, but what about seducing his friend/sunbaenim? – till pushing him to try to bring her in her bedroom?

And when had he learnt that thing to bring a woman in a bedroom?

Seated on the ground, back leaning on the side of the bed, Jeong Hyeok tried to reflect.

It couldn't be just the pat she had given on his hand. Then what? He liked Margarethe? Really? And since when?

Well. Of course, if he had done what he had done, somehow he had to like her. Maybe he liked her even a lot, because he wasn't the kind of person who usually did that kind of... that. Never happened, never in life.

Or maybe not. Maybe all that lousy talking so freely about random encounters had silently worked inside him without his knowledge and consent. Maybe he had become a player, maybe he had assimilated the strangers' habits. The pianist chocked. So the elf and her friends had adulterated him, and he now was a sort of two timer with no moral?