tw: love bites, brief mentions of s**
Your fingers cling on your purse, as you try to run away from the apartment in a hurry, your shoes threatening to fall off your feet. While adjusting your shirt you shove yourself in the car and fix your not-so-messy hair, in a way to look presentable to your family who're shaking in their boots, worried. lol
They've been trying to get you to answer their calls and messages but you're too worried to find an excuse so you don't get your ass beat when you get home. Though, you're very grown- they still treat you like a child. Now, you've dug your own hell crater after sleeping with a random chap you encountered in the club, yesterday night.
You didn't even know his name, where he's from not even his age. He could be 50 for goodness sake. Still trying to brush those thoughts off, you hit the brakes, almost crashing into the one infront of you. Finally thinking of an idea, you swerve to the left and accelerate to your apartment's parking lot.
Some time after entering your house, approximately 4 pairs of eyes were burning through your soul. No words needed to even describe what the atmosphere was. Everybody was fixated on your neck. Your neck *echoes* you face drops and you walk away, definitely giving them the answer they were worried for. You check in the bathroom's mirror to look at the love bites trailing your neck to your collarbones.
They didn't look that bad, being completely honest. It's not like you were going to cover them up, you kind of liked them...
Either way, you're almost pee pee pants city after all that happened. You hear the door close and the house, finally, goes quiet. Today was supposed to be a relaxing Saturday,-
Your phone rings.
A set of random numbers covers your screen, as you pick it up suspiciously.
'Hey you're the girl right?'
The girl...?
'What?'
'The one I slept with, right?. You left your bra at my apartment, want me to leave it at your house o-'
'Shut up. I'm going to your house'
Ending the call with a harsh tap,
You throw your head back on the wall, banging it. Mental preparation is harder than it looks like, you're going to have to go back and get your BRA. That's not the worst, you're out of foundation, meaning you're going to show up with fresh hickeys, that he made—
Sliding your shoes back on, properly this time, you head out again to your car to drive back. Enough is enough, confidence is the key and you have that. You frown clutching on the wheel swerving past the cars to get this mess over with.
Once the area seems to look familiar, you slow down, extending your neck to find a parking close enough. To think, you were dumb enough to sleep with some complete stranger, and you'd be meeting with him to get your undergarment sounds, excruciatingly uncomfortable.
But here you were, about to enter the building, contemplating on your actions. Not wanting to think about anymore, you shake the thoughts from your head and drag your feet towards your undesired destination.
Your hand slowly goes up to knock on the door, but you stop midway, hearing your heartbeat in your throat, almost feeling like throwing it up.
Before you could even knock, a man with short hair, approximately with a height of 6 feet at LEAST, standing infront of the door way, sending you a small smile.
'You wanna' come in?'
His voice, you could almost describe it as caramel, deep, rich with a bit of a broken english, which makes it 10 times better, sending you vibrations through your body. Your nose would be growing larger if you admitted he wasn't handsome.
Without a single thought, your body pulls you in, your eyes wandering around the apartment, which felt oddly familiar, though you were here 2 hours ago. Still felt strange.
His face softens for a moment and raises his eyebrows, remembering the piece of clothing he had to return you. Watching him come back, grasping your bra tightly as his veiny arms twitch and his pyjama pants drag along the floor, even better, his messy hair and half asleep voice, made you want to bend backwards.
He just looked so good...
'Here..' You could tell how, his hand shook a little bit, the nervousness in his voice, trying to cover it by clearing his voice. You smile and take it from him. His eyes scan your face and stop down to your neck, parting his mouth and swallowing his breath.
'Did I-? Did I do.. that?' He sticks his index to point it at your hickeys.
A crimson colour faintly appears your cheeks and forehead but you just nod out the awkward feeling. His palm rubs the crook of his neck.
'Look this is really awkward. Why don't you just stay over for some tea or coffee? I don't think you've had breakfast yet.-'
'Sorry about earlier.. - cutting you off, I mean.'
'It's all good, are you up for some scrambled eggs? I'm Son by the way. You call me Son or Heungmin, I don't mind'
His smile widens finally showing off his bunny-eye smile.
'You can sit there, i'll take your silence as a yes.'
You chuckle as you mindlessly walk to the couch to sit down.
He wasn't a creepy stranger, he was rather a gentleman and very handsome.
Your eyes inspected every little detail on his face, his mole dangerously close to his eye, his short hair black hair spiking to all directions, his hands, his see through shir-
'Do you wanna watch something or-.. eat at the table?'
'We can eat here if u want' that sounded like a question....
He plops his body next to yours and grabs the plates and places it on your lap. His touch is so gentle it makes you melt on your spot. It's like the moments from the night before vanished, none of you were really thinking about that. Or you think....
'i don't know if I cooked the eggs too much, uh it's like the only thing I know how to cook.' A nervous smile creeped up to his face. And it was absolutely adorable.
Is this really the same man from last night..? wow.
'No it's okay, thank you for the food' you say as you you munch on the egg.
'You know-' he frowns 'that party yesterday was too loud for me' he brings his hands to his head, shaking them. 'I'm glad we get to "reconnect" in a way.'
Son's eyes expand at the thought.
'This might not be the best moment but perhaps, could you give me a chance..? To, you know- talk and maybe we can work something out? I'm not trying to be weird jus-
Your hands cup his and you slowly bring your lips to his cheek, dangerously close to his lips, everything was enough to make him flustered. The way the blood immediately rushed to the tip of his ears and his cheek bones. Maybe it wasn't so bad to get your bra at a stranger's apartment, with a not-so-good-first-encounter.
