The Constant | Choi Mujin

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I rushed out of the house in a white slip dress, with a jacket on top to make myself look less scandalous. I called a cab and managed to get to the gym in about 15 minutes.

The air felt chilly and static due to the thunderstorm. My dress was now wet, as I ran inside the gym to find Jiwoo.

"Jiwoo!" I pulled her in for a hug. I put my hands on her shoulder, looking around to see where she was injured. Her hand was heavily bleeding and she was crying, holding dad's remains. She also wore an arm cast.

"Are you alright? He didn't get to do anything, yes?" 

She nodded and pressed her lips together, looking solemn.

I sighed, feeling relieved, and hugged her once again. 

"I'm so sorry I wasn't here to help," I whispered.

"It's not your fault. I'm happy you're here now," she assured me.

*

I came out to get some blankets with Jiwoo, hoping I'd be able to stay the night with her, until I saw Taeju outside, looking pissed.

"If you're done crying, please leave. Because of you, I've lost of one my best subordinates. This will be your last chance to leave," he said coldly.

I felt my body move out of pure anger and the next thing I'd knew, I had already slapped him across the face, leaving a red handprint.

"Don't you dare blame her! You were supposed to be the one supervising! You irresponsible little tur-"

"Ayeong! It's okay," Jiwoo held my hand, asking me to calm down.

"Have you thought about it being your fault as well? If I hadn't taken you out for that-" Taeju stopped himself before completing the sentence, but I'd already known what he was trying to say. 

He cussed to himself and left angrily.

I was frustrated that he said that, but I knew he had a point. Maybe Jiwoo wouldn't have gotten hurt if it weren't for me.

But, my self-doubt was cut short when Mujin called Jiwoo, asking to meet up right now.

"Ah, I should go. He'll be mad if I tag along uninvited"

*

I  was so tired I ended up not changing out of my damp and thin clothing and waited on the couch for Mujin to come. It's been hours and he still isn't home. Has something bad happened? Or am I just on high alert due to the recent incident?

It's been over forty minutes since I've been at home, so I decided to take a warm bath, bubbles and all. Not to forget the loud music I played so the quietness didn't make my ears ring. 

The music must've been THAT loud because I couldn't hear the footsteps of Mujin, coming closer to the bathroom.

"It's almost morning. Turn that shit down," he said, yanking the door open.

"Well, if you want to do that, turn it off on your own. As you can see, I'm in the bath," I turned my face to his.

He rubbed his temples using his thumb and middle finger and sighed, fed up with me, but he enters the bathroom to turn it off anyway. Then, Mujin started to open my drawers one by one.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Looking for a razor blade. Mine broke" 

I laughed, wanting to tease him.

"I have a new one, but if I give it to you, you have to let me do it for you. AND let me take pictures," 

He scoffed and tried to leave the room, but I get up from the tub and grabbed him by the arm, making the water splash around.

"Wait! Come on, it'll be fun!!" I insisted.

Mujin quickly faced away from the bathtub, slid my hand off of his, and quickly agreed before getting out.

*

I am now in my My Little Pony pajamas and am sitting on top of Mujin. He looks absolutely terrified. I love it.

"Don't look at me like that. I promise I'll make you look hot," I grinned.

"Well, hurry up. Just get it over with," he encouraged.

I waste no time smothering his face with shaving cream and started to lean on his chest.

I left a little stache on top of his lip, making him look kind of like Hitler. 

"Ahahah!! Hahhahaaa!" I laughed, taking multiple pictures of him. This is the perfect blackmail material.

He grumbled and snatched the blade away from me.

"Enough already," he started to shave the rest, making him look normal again.

"Okay, Mr.Grumpy," I started to play with my phone, hoping to send Jiwoo some of the pictures.

Out of the blue, he grabs it from me and pulls me in further by the waist. My heart was thumping as our faces were inches apart. I could even hear him breathe softly.

"Do you not perceive of me as a man at all?"

AFSHFUFUAUFHKSDKIJ. WHAT DID HE JUST SAY.

My face was bright red and I tried to resolve the situation by awkwardly laughing, but it backfired, seeing as he only seems to be more intent on continuing this conversation.

"What do you think you're doing, getting up from the bathtub without any clothes on, and now sitting on top of me?" he stared at me intently and I could feel his chest vibrate as he spoke with his deep voice. It was driving me insane.

I've shut myself right up. This man was not playing.

 "What's wrong? Do you not like being teased back? The feeling of my body against yours?" He smirked, knowing full well he won.

"That's not-! I wasn't-" I stuttered out of nervousness and ran out the bathroom, giving up.

I'm so doomed.

*

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