his way- Yoon Gwinam- Pyeon Sangwook

5

Leading me into the house as we just stay in silence he looks at me still standing almost telling me to sit without saying a word. Gosh who knew eye contact could be a language. I sit down and he continues to stare at me.

"Problem?" I say raising a eyebrow.

"Why are you sitting like that?" He asks plainly

"What do you mean?" I look down at myself
"I'm sitting normally, is this your way of starting a conversation?"

He glances at me before takeing my phone out of his pocket.
"Let's see, I haven't gone through everything yet"

I glare at him as he sits comfortablely across from me, nose all in my phone.

Whatever. Not like I have anything important in there. He smiles showing me a photo of my mom.

"This your mom?"

"No it's my dog, of course it's my mom, how long are you going to keep blackmailing me"

"Honestly maybe till the end of the year. Or forever if I want" he shrugs with his stupid little smile.

"Whatever, your just wasting your time. And for what? How is this pleasuring you?!"

"Drop the attitude bitch."

Oh I'll give him bitch attitude.

"Two words for you, fuck..off" I say pausing for each words in my most bitchy tone.

"I do what I want" he replys holding my phone in his hand over the arm rest he puts his full attention on me.

He gets up to walk over to me and leans over me grabbing my face tightly with his right hand lifting it to look at him he then puts his face up to mine to say in a softer tone but still roughly spoken

"and I'll do what I can to get the fucking most out of you"

He grits his teeth in the last part slightly. Then looks at me long and hard with dominate eyes makeing me feel weak.

Damn he looks hot when he's mad...i feel like I just melted.
then he finally let's go of my face with a sudden smirk and slight scoff. I rub my jaw as it hurt. He was pretty strong..has a good grip to.

I didn't want to be here anymore honestly. What if I just get up and go?... I didn't dare but I was tempted.

"Uhh I have to go..." I stutter hoping up out of the chair. Oh shit I did it. Not really but...how is he going to respond?

"Why? I had so many fun things planned" he says in a sad but sarcastic tone. "You can't just leave!" He lashed "think I'd actually let you go? Just like that? Huh?"

He stares at me sightly shock. Not In a surprising way but more of a like. *Why would you just do that* but more angry. Then it changes. He looks at me with his resting face but he does it on purpose making me seem more dumb and him more tired of me.

I hate the way he looks at me. Makes me feel pathetic, little and very stupid. I almost wanna curl up and cry. But no, I don't look back at him I keep my eyes stareing at the floor beneath me with my hands behind my back.

"You know what, leave" I look up at him confused. "go on, leave"

"Your kidding right?" I say surprised.

He stares at me for a moment and shakes his head slowly side to side. No way he has to be kidding.

"Your boreing me anyway" with that he takes off his white button up revealing the black shirt he has on.

Then he sits back down on the chair holding my phone. I watch him for a moment a bit surprised.

"I don't hear the door opening" he mutters silently stretching the end like he was singing a song, almost like how you imagine something to sound when you add extra letters the ending of a word.