Fairy (요정) ✓

Chapter 10

[Encore]

I've never thought I'd be in the same room as two people I did my best to avoid in my life, and Perla, whom I learned to know not long ago. I've never thought these three women would be the cause of my trouble and, at the same time, my salvation.

I pour myself a glass of water and gulp it, letting it down my throat and then making a hoarse noise, as if someone were strangling me. Perla gives me a questioning glance. Does she really believe I'm choking on... water?

"You need to take it slow," she advises, much to my frustration. "I mean, you don't want to end up in the ER for drinking water after toughening up to such an amount to alcohol." Her statement confirms that she admits she isn't a great drinker as she thought.

It's not her fault, though. No-one could know our drinks were laced with Absolute Vodka. No-one, except Charlene Pike. That woman owns all of us an apology, and needs to stay away from that shit. It's for her own good.

I clear my throat and squirm my eyes for three seconds. Then, I lay a hand on the kitchen table and say, "You know, I like when I have something to confess, even though it hurts like Hell. Other people know about me, and I have a reason to reflect on my past actions, and what I could've done to avoid certain mistakes."

That precise words triggers Sujin, who glares at both Perla and me. I don't know what she implies, save for her being pissed at me. To be fair, we're equal. I also have my own reasons not to trust her. I don't forget her approach on KakaoTalk. She gave me stalkerish vibes, but the worst part is that she doesn't even realize that.

"Yes, with 'mistakes' I also mean not answering your messages in a timely manner, Sujin. I don't know if you'll ever accept an apology from me because... you know..." I hesitate. I'm in the wrong, but I don't want to give a half-assed apology just for the sake of staying true to my heritage and all that jazz.

"I don't want an apology from you," she points out, frowning at me. Her voice is a hiss, which means that her intentions are anything but good. My intuition is that she'd like to fuck me, but won't admit it because that would mean she'll fall straight into my trap. At the same time, I'm sure she won't accept 'no' as an answer.

I unbutton my shirt and then take it off, showing my figure, which isn't that prominent. I look kind of washed out, honestly. I hope Sujin doesn't mind, since she doesn't know I hate working out.

By the time I flex my gummy biceps, I catch her drooling. Doesn't she have, like, higher standards? Okay, that's a very superficial mindset. Appearance should be nothing when it comes to feelings, but, unfortunately, it's the first thing that tends to be noticed and spark a first impression of someone.

Perla gives me a snide comment. "Let's be fair, Daejung, you're so not the type I'd fuck. I'll pass." Shit, she's the only one who could save me from the embarrassment of having to make out with Sujin and, possibly, Daehwa, as a way to sort out the mess I caused by rejecting them.

At least, when everything goes wrong, I'll be able to prove my point. When Perla leaves to the toilet, I wait for Sujin to make the next move. She isn't the meek little girl she thinks she is. I want to see if she's brave enough to take the hint.

Meanwhile, Daehwa sits at the corner. I guess she's here to rejoice in case this all turns to be a hoax. Deep down, she's still obsessed with me. She needs to find someone else for her own sake, or else she'll never be at peace with herself.

When Sujin takes her shirt off, the 'fun' starts. She sticks her tongue and blinks at me. "Come to play if you dare, Daejung. Be a good guy. I mean, finish what you've just started." Her mask has just fallen off. She has just showed her true colors, those of a woman who would do anything to please a man.

I'll let her have her way, but then she has to understand she isn't my type. At the same time, this will also make Daehwa come clean about her plan. I just have to be patient. They won't be able to hide behind sweet lies anymore, and neither will I.

I approach her and tell her to take my pants off. "Come on, are you scared? Stop talking the talk and start walking the walk." She reaches for my belt and takes it off, but she keeps it for herself instead of taking it off. She's got the lead now. That's so not in my plans. I have to improvise. Should I follow through or make a surprise move?

I go for the latter, lift Sujin and drop her on the bed. She doesn't flinch; instead, she giggles. "Is that a B-movie or what? Come on, do better." The more she taunts me, the more she fuels my passion.

She still keeps hold of the belt, even when I take her skirt off. "Next step, young lady. The underwear needs to go. Take it or leave it." I glance at the corner of the room, hoping to see a disgusted Daehwa still scrutinizing us as if we were taking a test. She isn't there, though.

I rub my hands against one another. "Perfect... No prying hands. This means we can have fun the way we want. Let me take care of that," I say, pointing at Sujin's bra. She lies on the couch, head down, while I strip the bra off her chest. I think this is more fun than I thought. No-one, not even Perla, suspects I'm still a newbie in bed.

I lie next to Sujin. She pulls me in for a kiss. Then, she purrs. "Do you like it? I do. I'm sure you want more, though. Just ask, and you'll have it." She doesn't need to tell me twice. I carefully remove her lace slip and throw it on the side. She sits down and starts licking my chest.

"You're a damn good boy, let me tell you. I'd have never done such a thing back in-" She cuts herself off. I know she wants to mention South Korea, but at the same time doesn't. She's aware our birth country gave us nothing but sufferance.

She apologizes for her slip up, but I don't let it slide. "No, no, no. No more painful memories. Let's make some new ones. How about you take my slip off?" She chuckles. Now comes the moment I crave the most.

When she's done removing my slip, we're both as Mother Nature made us. I stare at Sujin, knowing we're driven by different feelings and emotion. She loves me to the point of being obsessed, I only want to have fun with her for one night at most. She's aware of that. She doesn't make a fuss for it. It's okay, there's nothing wrong in admitting such a thing.

We'll be back to being awkward around each other, but I don't care. If this is a way for her to get closure, I'll let her have it.