Getting Over Him

Asshole

Wai's P.O.V:

Korn's calloused tan hands pull me into his room. It all happens too fast!

Before my brain even processes the fact that my sworn enemy is pulling me into his room, he roughly pushes me against the back of the door. I close my eyes while waiting for the impact of my back hitting the back of the door to settle in, but I don't feel anything.

I open one of my eyes to see Korn's penetrating dark eyes holding a glint of mischievousness in them. I open both of my eyes and frown at him. "Hey, you should not be frowning at me like that. I saved your back from getting hit."

He pulls his hand from my back to show me. Oh, so that's why it didn't feel painful like I was expecting it to. I was going to thank him, then I remembered that this asshole is the one who pulled me aggressively in here like that!

"Thanks my ass! You asshole!" I place my hands on his hard pecs and push him away from me from me while still feeling my cheeks heat up.

He has a deep laugh.

"Yeah, I deserved that I guess. Well, you can sit wherever..." He gestures with his hands to the purple sofa and to the pink chairs around his table.

"Why do you have a purple couch and... pink chairs?" I still walk towards the couch and sit there while waiting for his reply.

He rounds the table to get to his fridge and gets a can of what I assume to be beer. His long thick fingers pop open the can and he takes deep chugs of it. I can see his Adam's apple bopping up and down. I unconsciously swallow. My mouth is probably hanging open, but I don't think that anyone will notice. Well... I hope he won't notice.

He sets the can down. I look away in order to try to get a hold of myself. I don't know what is wrong with me! He should not be getting on my nerves this much! I should not be getting flustered by staring at another man's body! I have seen Pran naked many times, and this has not happened!

I touch my face with the back of my hand to make sure that I am not blushing. Oh god...

"Sorry what was your question again?" He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand...

How does he manage to look so cool?!

God you are really unfair!

"I asked why do you have pink chairs and a purple couch?"

"Why wouldn't I have pink chairs and a purple couch?"

I roll my eyes at him.

I decide to look at him.

"Are you going to answer my other question? Why did your friend make my friend cry?"

"Wow. I never thought he would be this deeply into him! Okay this changes things a bit!"

"Why do you sound so excited? Are you that happy that Pat made my best friend cry?!"

I know that Korn is a fucking asshole! But I never thought that he would be this big of an asshole!

"Stop digging into your hands like that!" I stop, but I am still frowning. I release my fingers before I start to bleed from my hands.

He sighs.

"It's not that I'm excited. I just never expected Mr. Level-headed to be reacting this way over Pat going on a little date."

"HE'S WHAT?! WITH WHO?! WHY?!"

*****

Korn's P.O.V:

I cover my ears with my hands.

I walk over to sit beside him on my couch.

I face him. I know that if it weren't for his anger, then he would not be able to look directly into my eyes like this. "Listen carefully, Pat is currently on a date with someone that I set him up with. You don't need to know his location. That is like, stalker status dude."

"Why would you set him up on a date when we both know that they like each other?!"

"So that he could explore his other options, I want my brother from another mother to try dating other people. Maybe, just maybe he would fall in love with someone that pays him attention."

He is seriously mad now. He is fuming mad right now. I don't think my abs will be able to distract him from this...

"I would punch you right now, but I already promised not to do that. For them y'know? You fucking suck asshole."

If it were not for him being mad, then I would have answered with, "how do you know I suck assholes?"

But this is not the time for that.

He gets up angrily while stomping his feet.

I sigh.

This was supposed to happen after a bit more fighting between us, until he figured it out himself.

I grab him by his hand and I confess, "I like you." then before his brain can do anything I grab him by the sides of face and kiss him on his sweet soft lips. I can feel a bit of his mustache hairs on his upper lip dripping with sweat. I want to lick it off, but that will
scare him. Then I pull away and I grab my keys, and get out of my room before he does. I go to one of my friend's room. I left him there stunned.