Cherry | K.TH

chapter twenty one

t a e t a e

Half Mature Content

The silence fell and I continued playing like it was nothing. The only thing I could think of is Y/n against me. They really didn't expect that. What am I supposed to say? That she's my sex friend?

What a bunch of bullshit.

"Just play, goddammit," I fummed, taking my drink. They all nodded, playing uncomfortably.

I kiss her cheek, because I wanted to. The reason why I said it is all because I wanted to be hers. Only for one night. If tonight is the only night I could be lovely to her without her knowing the truth, I'll take it.

She turns her head to me with happy eyes. I was really close to smile to her but I couldn't bring myself to. She pecked my lips gently, before holding my hands and focusing on the match. I sat myself closer to her, leaving no gap. Her back is fully glued on my torso. I plant a small kiss on her ear as she shivered.

"Concentrate," She whispered.

I shake my head, looking at Minho who's smiling at her. Throwing the cards on the table, I brush my hair back in frustration.

"You literally gave the worst cards to her, there's not even one good card."

"That's what you call bad luck."

"Did you even shuffle?"

"Oh please, I did in front of her, right?"

"Yeah, he did it so well. Maybe we're in a bad luck, Tae. We can just start over," She requests. All eyes were on me and I felt so uncomfortable just to feel all these stares.

I don't like making decision with pressure. I only thought about Minho with his mischievous smirk. He puts his leg on top of the other, taking the cards and shuffling it again. I never really liked him. I'm just stuck with him.

"You're just sad that you couldn't win in front of your sweet girl, I think she could've been just fine by herself," He said with a awful sweet smile. "Don't you think, Cherry?"

Getting up on my feet, my fingers made their way to his collar. They were grasping it so tightly that I felt like ripping his stupid expensive shirt.

He looks up to me with a smirk, not really caring what I'm doing.

"I'm the one who should be calling her that, not a asshole that knows that she's my girlfriend. I know you wanted to ask her number, I know you wanted to piss me off. Fuck, I can tolerate you but this time I fucking want to punch you."

"She doesn't need a man who's cheap mentally and physically. She deserves a man like Loren, who's so much nice, loyal and not a bitch—"

"Let's just go, Taehyung." I turned my head to Y/n, who's already prepared with her jacket and her bag. "We don't need to talk to the actual bitch."

I held my laugh by squeezing my lips shut. I could see his cheeks flush in a mad red colour. Everyone's laughing at him expect Y/n who's just her.

She holds my hand, dragging me out of the problem. On the way, I grab my own jacket and placed the money on the counter. The man winked at me, mouthing something that I couldn't read. It was probably on the house.

Once we were out, we stood in front of my car. She didn't let go of my hand and simply swipe her finger on the hood of my car.

"I'll drop you," I said.

"Thank you," She says it with a smile, like always. She never fails me to make me hot all over.

Starting the engine, I drove us to her place. The ride was silent and a little heavy for me. Just thinking about her being beside me every single night would be nice, at least someone cares for me, someone I could trust.