Obsessive (AMBW)

Act X

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- Kang Dak-Ho -

I couldn't drive. I would be putting everybody on the road in danger.

It wasn't because of the drinking I had did just a few minutes earlier, but that did play a key factor.

I had kissed her. And she knew how I felt.

"Fuck!" I yelled in the back of my Uber. My driver wasn't there that night, but the poor Uber driver had to be the victim.

"Sir, are you alright?" The man asked, slightly trembling as he focused on the road.

"I am, thank you." The man looked shocked, I assumed he thought I was American.

I rushed in my house, still attempting to hide the hard-on I had, still thinking about earlier. I was stupid. So stupid. How would she look at me the same? I had ruined my carefully drawn out plan because she looked at me like that.

Then I thought to how she looked at me. Her eyes low, her hair tucked behind each ear, she had no clue how good she looked then, so fucking good.

But I was grown, and I couldn't jerk off to the woman I liked. That was shit I didn't even do as a high schooler. And she changed me. She made killing not as fun. I only wanted her. I didn't even want to see the blood of another person.

RINGGGG

What the fuck.

I looked down at my phone, glancing over the name. It was Lee Kwan. I realized she had never gone to see him. I sighed.

"What." I muttered, I was getting ready to take a cold shower.

"What did you say to her?" I chuckled, relaxing down in my chair.

"The truth. What else?" I fiddled with my short hair.

"You sure know how to ruin a good day, I planned something that would make any girl swoon." I could hear him groan over call, before he spoke again. "But since you like the truth so much, should I tell her what you do in your free time. Or should I tell her what I found out recently. That she was stalked."

I masked my fear, letting my legs stretch out. "What does her being stalked have to do with me?" He laughed, coughing slightly.

"You and I both know it was nobody else but
you. I knew you seemed to know her too well, especially when I had your home searched and found women's underwear. They looked old I heard. What a coincidence it would be if they were hers, right?" The phone beeped before I could get a word in. I wasn't hard now. I was afraid.

I stormed in my room, digging through my drawers.

It was gone.

I fiddled with the ring on my finger, wondering if she realized this was hers as well.

"Fuck." I whispered.

"FUCK!"

- Milan -

The next day came fast, my head was throbbing as I woke up.

"Hey bitch, you got mail." Elijah spoke, he carried a duffelbag and a drink in his hand.

"Damn, drinking already, the sun ain't even fully in the sky yet."

"Somebody famous said it was 5 o'clock somewhere."

I grinned, taking the parcel in my hand. I folded my legs on my bed, getting ready to open it.

"Before you open your new vibrator, get ready MiMi." Elijah chuckled. Bree worked earliest and got back late, we hardly got to see her as much. I sighed, picking at my curls. My hair was matted and would have to be detangled a lot before I was able to do anything.

"Thank God for Friday." I murmured.

I threw the package to the side, jumping in the shower. The time was 6:50, so I had just about 2 hours to get ready, not including the 5 minutes it takes to drive there.

Then I remembered what happened yesterday, and wondered if I should head into work at all.

And the worst part...

I feel like I know him still.

Like we met ages ago but I can't remember.

Korea was always a place I swore not to come back to, mainly because this was where Lucas took his time to cheat on me. But there was something else. I sighed, slightly exasperated. I was pretty sure I was in therapy for months because of Korea. But I can't remember why.

"Shit." My soap fell to the ground, disturbing my thoughts. Either way, if I don't remember it, maybe it was something I didn't need to.

I washed and detangled my hair, which took a whole hour from me. Sighing, I picked up the package.

It was flat, and when I looked at the name it read: 'Lee Kwan'.

I swallowed, ripping open the package.

Fuck me.

I remember why I left Korea.

Black, Lace, my favorite pair.

They were stolen from me that year.

The year I went to Korea.

But who did it. Was it Lee Kwan?

A familiar scent wafted from the package.

cologne and something warm.

Exactly what Kang Dak-Ho smelt like.

I shook my head, deciding not to think about it anymore. I dropped the package right back on my bed, walking out of my room.

Breakfast was a bagel in cream cheese, I ate it in the way to work. I hadn't thought about the kiss, or maybe I didn't want to think about it. How would I go in and face him after that, especially after what he said. Then I remembered me catching him... pleasuring himself in his office. A kiss was nothing, I could be cool about this.

We could forget about it.

Yeah.

"Milan we need to talk about that kiss, I'm not sure we can work in this atmosphere." Kang Dak-Ho basically shouted the second I got through the front door. Heads turned, and people who were using their card to enter the building all stopped, creating a traffic. I'm pretty sure you could here a fly walking how quiet it was. Reception stopped and people who had come in to get quotes or just to look around had completely turned around to listen.

What the fuck, man.