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His face was so red after that and it was a quiet walk to the car. When I looked back at him he was already smiling touching his lips. I must be drunk cause I wasn't embarrassed. If anything I was thrilled. I've never felt this kind of excitement before. Well I guess I have from before but not from what I can remember. I linked our arms and leaned in to him "You're not sad anymore?" Scrunching my nose as I looked up to him.

"No," booping my nose "I was just curious."

"Ah I see. What else are you curious about?"

"Hmmm.. did you guys date? You seem pretty close."

That was quick. He must be thinking about it.

"No I told you I haven't dated anyone since my thing. He did ask me out though."

"So he likes you. Why not? He's a good singer, plays the guitar. He's tall and must play basketball too and good at it. And He works with you so it's convenient, you can see each other anytime you want. And He speaks English. And He lives here so he's close to you and see you anytime. And he Looks like Thor.." It's like he has a mental list of pros and cons for him and Chris.

"And I turned him down." I finished for him and tugged him closer.

He put his arms around my shoulders while I held it and his other hand over it, bringing his face really close to mine as we continued down the carpark. He grabbed the keys from my hand as I pulled it out of my pocket.

"I'm driving. I think you had a few drinks already." He booped my nose and our lips almost touched. I already gave him a peck but why did my breath hitche because of that as if my chest is tightening at this closeness?

I didn't argue as he walked me to the passenger side and opened the door for me. Home came up automatically on the GPS and he mumbled about security about it. I was suddenly getting drowsy somehow triggered by knowing that someone else is driving us home. He noticed this and told me to doze off and he'll wake me up when we get home. I told him I'll try and hold off so he doesn't have to drive alone. I wasn't successful. Next thing I knew he was patting my shoulders waking me up.

"Oh no! I fell asleep." I looked around and we're in the basement carpark, in my parking space. "How did you manage to drive in?"

"Tony let me. I parked up front and saw your car and said I can drive in here."

"Oh I see." I closed my eyes again refocusing myself. I opened my eyes and he's still looking at me checking to see if I was ok. "I'm fine. Thanks for driving."

He got out of the car and helped me out. I was thinking if I should invite him in or not. This day has been eventful and I felt like we've leveled up whatever we had going on. But I'm a bit out of it and if there is ever going to happen I don't think tonight is the night for it.

"I'll see you in the morning," he kissed me on the cheek.

Was he thinking the same thing?

"Wait are you just gonna walk to your hotel."

"Junho's waiting for me out front."

"Oh ok." So he really didn't plan to stay. "Let's take the lift to the lobby so you don't have to walk all the way up." 

We got out of the lift into the lobby and I saw Junho. Yoongi kissed me on the cheek again and waited for me to get on the lift that takes me to my floor before heading out himself.

***

I plopped on the couch thinking of all the things that happened today. I gave Yoongi a little show, giving him a hard on. Took him as my plus one and danced and held each other for forever. Both of us getting jealous. Getting fanboys off of him. Opening up to me and sharing his struggles. I'm pretty sure we're in more than a working relationship. This is something more. I can't deny the sexual tension between us. If I'm not keeping myself under control I'm pretty sure I would've thrown myself at him long time ago. Just earlier when I was half awake, the mere sight of his forearms and hands on the steering wheel makes me drip like a broken faucet, my heart tightens and my stomach up in knots. His jawline and neck. I can just imagine flicking my tongue and sucking on that sharp corner of his jaw then trace the vein down his neck with my tongue and on to his Adam's apple, nibble his collar bone then back to his neck and jaw and ears. These thoughts fill my head but our conversations fill my heart too. We laugh and tease as if we've known each other for a long time. And we open up to each other our fears and challenges. His words always feel like a warm blanket on a cold winter night.

But he's leaving soon and I don't see any future on this. Is this what a fling is? I'm too emotionally involved for this to be a fling.

I'm screwed...