TRAITOR - woosan

28. all-american bitch (18+)

Author's note

Just for your own knowledge, whenever an 18+ sign appears in a title, it means things are going to get spicy.

Can you see it's a warning sign?

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Anyway, let's get back to the story now.

Wooyoung

"Did you really mean what you say on the veranda? About thinking about me..." I whisper unable to look at San in the eyes. I was kinda of hoping he would have explained to me earlier, what he meant by his last sentence, but we got interrupted by Mingi at the party. 

I knew as soon as San re-entered Jisung's house that he would come back to me. I saw it in his eyes. So I was waiting patiently for him thinking about our conversation, especially the part when San mentioned thinking about me. I could not get enough of his last words running back and forth in my mind. I was surprised and also really glad that I was on his mind as much as he was on mine. 

But the truth is that I could not wait for him any longer. I wanted to know so badly what he thought of me and why he only mentioned his interest now. I thought I deserved to know. So I stood up and decided to search for him in the mansion. 

Unfortunately, I was not lucky enough to bump into the beautiful man with black cat-like eyes during my research. Therefore I went outside, hoping to finally see him walk out the door with his sister. That is when I saw Haneul standing beside San's car.

San's voice rises again bringing me back to reality, back into his bedroom. "I meant everything I said to you over there," he confirms to me without breaking the eye contact. His gaze is so intense that it makes my legs turn into jelly. 

How can things seem so simple and complicated at the same time? Does he mean he likes me? I am so confused and his presence, only a few centimeters from me, is not of any help.

"Oh..." I say not knowing what to say without embarrassing myself by misinterpreting his words. 

San, however, does not feel shy at all. He even turns to face me and takes my hands in his without hesitation. Am I dreaming or is this situation real?

"Young-ah, I..." San starts saying while I am completely lost in his beautiful eyes. I could stare at him like that all day if I could. He does not know how much he means to me still to this day. 

"I... I really want to kiss you," he admits moving a little closer to me so our body almost touches. I could feel my breath itching at the simple thought of feeling his lips against mine. My heart skips a beat and I can not help but look up to see his face fluster. He is so handsome. 

"Then do it," I whisper to him without thinking twice. 

I wanted to do this for such a long time and I never would have thought that San would eventually propose it to me. He must have experienced some sexual confusion or was he always into both sexes? Because I am not a girl for fuck sake, and he used to date only the sex opposite. What made it change his mind? I have so many questions.

"I..." I started to say but before I could speak again his lips met mine in a desperate kiss. My eyes widened while he grabbed me by the hips so we were even closer. His lips were moving in perfect synchronism with mine and I could not keep myself from moaning. 

San perfectly heard me as his hand, first on my hips, automatically reached my neck so he could intensify our exchange. Our tongues were now in each other's mouths. I could feel his minty toothbrush stimulating my taste buds while he probably had an idea of what a joint tasted like. I should have chewed gum if I knew that all this would have happened. But San does not seem to be disgusted at all, he looks even more turned on. I can feel his body being incredibly hot against mine and it makes me want to touch every single piece of him.