Dangerous Desire

part. 05

BELLA

It's been nearly a week since what happened at the bar and to be honest, I'm still proud of myself for standing up to her.

When I got home after walking Ryujin home, I was flooded with texts and voicemails from Kai. At first I was worried and scared something happened until I read fifteen texts of him apologising.

He told me he felt so guilty and embarrassed and I didn't deserve to be spoken to like that. Even though I'm grateful for his apologies, he shouldn't be the one apologising for his girlfriends actions.

I told him not worry about it and I was fine because it's the truth. Her words didn't affect me, they just annoyed me like one of those tiny flies in your room that you can't get rid of.

Nearly everyday for the past week he'd slip in a 'I'm still so sorry' and I feel guilty. I want Kai to find someone he loves but also find someone who loves him.

From the way his smile would disappear when she'd open her mouth or the way he'd stiffen in his seat if she touched him, made me question if he's actually happy in his new relationship.

But I can't tell him that, it's none of my business.

I don't want to be the jealous clingy ex that controls who he's with because that's what it would feel like.

To calm my worries, I told him he can still talk to me or come to me if he's not okay. If he has any troubles, I'm always here for him.

I just hope there's nothing terrible happening in that relationship.

Otherwise I'd never forgive myself.

Because I don't work on Friday's or the weekend, I'm spending my Friday night at the studio. This isn't new to me, spending late hours in the dark studio, the only light being the moon and street lights outside the large windows.

It's relaxing. The dim light and silence always finds a way to calm my mind.

And the fact it's just me as well, I like having my own space.

My sculpture is almost half done, I've finished the torso and currently doing her hand thats covering her chest. I still need to do her head and legs which is going to take me few more months, good job my professor hasn't given the class a small time frame.

The sound of a door shutting loudly makes me jump out of my skin and nearly fall face first into my clay. Breathing heavily, I place a hand to my chest and shoot my head over my shoulder to the door to watch Hyunjin walk through it.

Once he sees me, he freezes on the spot. One hand holding on to the strap of his backpack on one shoulder and the other in the pocket of his black hoodie.

His eyes are wide as he takes me in head to toe. I didn't bother with my outfit as I thought no one would see me but now that I can feel his eyes on my bare legs, I regret my decision of an oversized band t-shirt, grey sweat shorts and some sliders. Even with the apron on, I can feel his heated gaze and it makes my heart rate pick up.

Like he's snapped out of it, he clears his throat and scratches the back of his neck.

"Uh sorry, didn't know anyone was here." he apologises for some reason but I quickly dismiss him with a shake of my head.

"No, it's fine." I offer him a smile and he just gives me a nod before heading over to his usual place, where his sculpture is.

From what I've learned this past week about Hyunjin is he's not much of a talker. He rarely smiles, in fact I don't think I've seen him make a facial expression at all.