[18+] ADULT'S PLAY | ʜɪᴘ ʜᴏᴘ ᴜɴɪᴛ

viii. (edited)

"Let's play for real this time." Wonwoo whispers, and I blink, feeling a sudden drop within me.

It's as if reality had slapped me, jolting me from my daydream. A punch to the stomach, urging me to purge.

He's toying with me, isn't he?

No, not playing—testing. 

He's never done testing me.

A vivid memory slams into me at that moment. That night, as I stepped out of Seungcheol's car, his voice called out just as I was about to close the door. Turning back, I met his gaze, filled with a concern that went deeper than words.

"Don't fall in love with Wonwoo," he's said, his voice firm, a warning. "You can sleep with him, do whatever with him, but don't fall for him."

The memory fades as quickly as it surfaces, but its impact lingers. Wonwoo stands impossibly close, our breaths mingling in the charged air.

"If I agree to this," I said, forcing my voice to be steady as I meet Wonwoo's gaze, "what's in it for me?"

He tilts his head, a silent echo of my question. "What's in it for you?" he repeats, his voice devoid of inflection.

"Yes," I press, defiance flickering in my eyes. "What do I get if I play along with this...game of yours?" I reach out, a single finer tilting his chin up, forcing him to meet my gaze. A flicker of something crosses his eyes. It's fleeting, but undeniable.

"The other day," he begins, his voice low and husky, "you asked why I invited you to the club. I said I was testing you. But would you believe me if I said I'm...attracted to you?"

A slow smile spreads across my face. It's just as Seungcheol had guessed.

"To what extent," I counter, my voice laced with a dangerous allure, "is this attraction of yours?"

Wonwoo's hands slide from the wall to rest on my hips.

"There's only one way to find out, wouldn't you agree?" he says, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"Then, let's not waste time anymore." I said and a sigh of amusement escapes Wonwoo's lips, a faint smile playing on his face.

We return to the rooftop to gather our things. Before leaving, we woke up the others so they could get home safely in a taxi.

Closing the taxi door for Doyeon, I turn to find Wonwoo standing by the lamppost, his face illuminated by the soft glow of his phone's screen.

A few moments pass before Wonwoo tucks his phone away and addresses me. "Shall we?" His voice is calm, almost detached.

We step out onto the dimly lit street, the soft glow of the streetlights casting elongated shadows on the pavement.

His car, a sleek black sports car, awaited us by the roadside. As we slide into the leather seats, the engine hums to life, and we begin our journey through the sleeping city.

Wonwoo's home lay on the outskirts, nestled in an exclusive enclave reserved for the city's elite. As we approach, the neighborhood transforms, the houses growing larger and more opulent with each passing mile.

Finally, we arrive at our destination—a sprawling mansion perched atop a hill, commanding a commanding view of the surrounding landscape.

The sheer grandeur of the estate speaks volumes about Wonwoo's status and influence, revealing him to be a figure of prominence in the city's social hierarchy.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe as we ascend the winding driveway, the imposing facade of the mansion looming before us like a silent sentinel.

As we step out of the car, I can't shake the feeling of being an intruder in this world of privilege and prestige. Yet, despite my reservations, I follow Wonwoo up the steps to the front door, my curiosity outweighing my apprehension.