Baseball Player Seulgi & Journalist Irene That No One Asked For

Ending. But Their Beginning

Hours turned to days. And days turned to a week of not hearing from the baseball player. Irene tried to contact her, but every time she did so she was always disappointed when it was left unanswered. Eventually, she stopped after she grew tired of coming up with the same outcome.

Just as she woke up that unfortunate morning when she found herself alone on her bed and Seulgi's scent still lingering in her sheets, the magazine featuring Seulgi's interview with her was out. It was a hit, her boss said and congratulated her for a job well done, but she found herself smiling fakely at the kind words her boss gave her. She could've jump for joy at that, but she was still bitterly thinking of how easily fooled she was. She should have known better than to indulge on Kang Seulgi's bult-up fantasies.

Not that it helped her from forgetting when she was always looking at the certain magazine with one Kang Seulgi in it.

Irene was mindlessly flipping through the pages of the said magazine when she heard her doorbell going off, she wasn't expecting anyone nor she ordered take outs. Nonetheless she left to open her front door.

She froze in her place when she was presented with the person she has been thinking since that person left her on her own bed after a steamy and unforgettable night.

Irene's first instinct was to pull her inside her apartment, slam the door close, and start her torturing. And so she did.

Dragging the baseball player inside her apartment by grabbing her collar, Irene slammed the door close and slammed Seulgi on it after. She ignored her hiss of pain and started slapping her everywhere she could get her hands on.

"Hey, ow... wait Ire-- ouch, that really hurts! Stop, Baechu... Ow!"

It was a complete struggle but Seulgi managed to hold Irene down.

"Hey, don't cry..."

Irene didn't even noticed that silent tears suddenly started pouring into her cheeks if Seulgi hasn't pointed it out and wiped it using her thumbs.

"I'm sorry."

She was still relentless in pounding Seulgi's chest, but the strength slowly lowers until she stops completely. After maintaining her composure, she pushed herself away from the warmth of Seulgi and drew a distance between them to talk.

"Why are you here? Why did you come back after leaving me? After all the ghosting you did in a week?"

"I left you a note."

Was all the baseball player answered. Irene inhaled longer than necessary, holding back on slapping the woman again.

"Are you f*cking kidding me right now?! Do you think a mere note can suffice?! Am I really just a game to you Kang Seulgi?!"

Like a bomb that was set to explode, Irene took the last second until she finally blows up. She was gritting her teeth just so she could hold the desire of bruising that pretty face of her persecutor, and if looks could kill then Seulgi would already be laying dead in her apartment's floor by how sharp her glare was. Irene just wish she could be hurt without laying a hand on the woman in any way, anything at all to this point.

"Alright, I know you're angry at me but please calm down and let me explain."

Seulgi softly said, with hands extended forward as if attempting to extinguish the fire that's driving Irene like a mad woman.

Irene only huffed and crossed her arms still glaring down at the baseball player but she was willing to listen and so the brunette stayed silent.

"Can we sit first though? I just got back and I immediately went to see you and my feet are killing me."