🔞I May be Falling in Love // Hwang Hyunjin🔞

🖤Chapter 4🖤

Harley rested his hand on my thigh the entire short drive to his house, as if it were second nature to him. Of course, I didn't move his hand; his touch made me feel at ease, and he could tell.

We approach a modern one-story house, which was not what I expected but did not disappoint. His house was beautifully designed on the outside, with white gravel that complemented the square hedges surrounding it and a small fountain just outside the front door. As we walk through the front door of his house, I try not to look surprised. It was absolutely stunning.

"Do you live by yourself?" I asked in a casual tone. I was astounded by how beautiful his home was. The front door opened into the kitchen and living room which rested by large windows that overlooked a lovely view of the town.

"I do." He responded with a smirk as he made his way to the kitchen and began gathering supplies.

"Why don't you look around and make yourself at home while I prepare us dinner?" Harley offers as he ties an apron around his slim figure and rolls up his sleeves, revealing several tattoos that spiral up his arm.

I nod and proceed down the first hallway to the left of the entrance. I quickly open the first few doors and examine them, only to find simple rooms such as the laundry and guest bathrooms. I approached the last door at the end of the corridor and slowly opened it. Jackpot. This was Harley's room. I enter the room, leaving the door open behind me, and notice a small chandelier dangling from the ceiling. His bed was against the right wall, opposite a large TV on the left wall. Another door was next to the TV. Curiosity got the best of me, so I opened it to discover a walk-in closet. Many colourful suits were lined up against the back wall, as were photo frames on a ledge beneath. 'They were obviously all close, I wonder what drifted them apart,' I think, admiring the photos of Harley with Cole and Finn.

"Audrey?" I can hear my name being called from afar. I jump at the sound and rush out of the closet to find Harley leaning against his bedroom door frame, arms folded. I can't stop drooling at the sight of his tattooed muscular arms.

"I'm sorry, I-"

"Come, the food will be ready soon." I follow behind him as we walk back out to his kitchen, and he smiles.

"Do you like it here?" He inquires as he slices up some cooked pork belly.

"I really like it; how do you have so much money to afford all of this?" I ask as he prepares our plates with what appears to be lettuce and Korean pork belly. I'm assuming he's making Bossam, a delicious Korean dish.

"My parents own a few successful businesses across the country, so they give me a fair share because teaching isn't exactly the highest-paying job." Harley responds shyly; I can tell he doesn't like bragging about how he makes his money.

I quickly divert his attention by reaching for my plate and smelling the delicious food. He chuckles softly and leads me down to the living room, where he places both of our plates and turns on the TV. I decide this is the best time to tease him, so I approach his backside slowly and undo the apron before slowly lifting it off his body.

"Now what do you think you're doing, Miss Scarlet?" Harley asks, turning around.

At this point, you might as well call me dead. I walk past him, embarrassed, attempting to reach for my food, but I feel his grip on my arm, pulling me back to him, our bodies only centimetres apart.

"I said, what do you think you're doing?" He rasps while still holding my arm with one hand and cupping my cheek with the other.

"I-I just thought you needed help with your apron." I stutter as I look down at the floor.

He lifts my chin up to look at him, "Let's eat." Harley says with an excited smile as he quickly changes the subject and we both sit down and eat our food. This is by far the best bossam I've ever had, my mouth watering with every bite as the flavours explore my mouth. I keep looking over at Harley, puzzled by what just happened, while he happily eats and watches TV. We finish our meals at the same time, and he stands up and reaches for my plate. I hand it to him and follow him into the kitchen to wash the dishes.

"That was delicious." I say wiping the corners of my mouth hoping I did not make a mess.

"My mothers recipe." He says confidently casuing me to smile in awe at him.

"Shit." As he notices a stain on his shirt from the food, I hear him whisper to himself. He starts unbuttoning his shirt without hesitation, which causes my jaw to drop to the floor. I quickly turn around when he notices me staring, and he starts walking towards me, his shirt off, revealing his perfectly defined abs and a small tattoo near his pelvis. I swallow before turning to meet his gaze; he is now hovering over me.

"Can I help you?" I say this with a sarcastic tone that causes him to cock his head to the side and lick his lips. He starts to lean in closer, and I let him, not moving an inch. I can feel him breathing against my neck before he pecks my skin gently, causing me to tilt my head to the side. I gently push his body away and stand up to walk away from him, but he stops me in my tracks with one hand on my waist.

"You're not going anywhere."