p.sunghoon → f.y.b.f.

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Sunghoon opened the door, it slightly creaked open, the room was black, but you could faintly make out the silhouette of the furniture, and importantly, Jungwoo asleep.

He took his phone out, illuminating us with the light coming from his home screen. The smirk on his face was unbelievable.

So, damn, fine.

"What a fucking lame guy, looks like your life with him is boring." Sunghoon sensed it out of thin air, I had no idea how he managed to deduce that, but he was right.

"Get the hell out of here." I grabbed his wrist, Jungwoo moved around on the bed, giving a small groan. That was our cue to get the fuck out of the room.

I shut the bedroom door behind me, guiding him back to the kitchen.

"I thought you had a kid at first." He suddenly mentioned and I groaned, rolling my eyes, this guy man. He sat on one of the stools, leaning on the kitchen counter.

"And what if I did?" I rolled my eyes, giving him a half-assed answer because he probably wouldn't answer back to that anyways.

"With that guy? Laughable. I'd turn back time to make sure you didn't." He randomly blurt out, and that made me look at him, I genuinely looked him with a little confusion from what he meant by that.

"You wouldn't of needed to turn back time if you didn't leave." I replied and he raised a brow, crossing his arms.

"Tell me, what will it take for you to forgive me." Sunghoon suddenly wanted to negotiate, "Anything you want, I'll do it or get it as long as you forgive me."

His words made me look up from my phone and up at him, I stared at him, giving a small smug smile as he gave a smirk back.

"Anything?"

"Anything."

"Oh really?" I tilt my head slightly, looking at him as he was probably reconsidering his thoughts.

"What are you thinking right now?" He asked me, a narcissistic smile on his face. Okay Sunghoon, we get it, you're fine as hell.

"Not much, need you to get out of my life permanently though. Peace and quiet is all I ask for." I told him, looking back at my phone. He gave an exasperated groan, tilting his head backwards - and once more, my attention was directed to that beautifully constructed jawline, his neck too, everything.

"Aside from that. Come on Nari. You don't have to be difficult." His tone had a hint of desperacy written in it.

"You didn't have to be difficult five years ago, maybe things would've been different, y'know." I shrugged, and he went silent for a second.

"God you hold grudges for so fucking long." He muttered under his breath, but since it was quiet enough in the house, I heard every word.

"I already told you, just because you're hot, rich and famous doesn't mean I'm gonna be riding your dick now." I harshly retort and my words made him let out a laugh.

"Shame, you're missing out." He joked, I gave a small laugh, "You know I was thinking about you ever since we stopped talking."

I gave a yawn, placing my phone down and crossing my arms, looking over at him still spinning around on my chair.

"Mhm, and you know who I was thinking about?" I deadpanned, "that bandmate of yours, you know, Jay?"

His jaw clenched, and he looked at me with a cold expression. He actually stopped spinning on the chair and just stared directly at me in the eyes.

"You sure about that?" He asked me, his voice lower, the cocky accent coming through once more, "Why are you still with that fucker if he's not doing you right?" Sunghoon chuckled.

I didn't say anything, I felt if I said anything, it'd give it all away and I'd completely blow my cover of some nonchalant, cold Nari.

Instead I just stared at him. He took off his jacket, revealing those defined arm muscles, he stood up, heading out of my kitchen and somewhere in my house.

I felt a little guilty, because I knew he was being truthful about the 'I thought about you ever since we stopped talking', it was so obvious through his tone of voice. And it made me feel a lot of relief, knowing I wasn't alone, just feeling something for someone who might not think about me at all.

I quietly followed him out of the room, trying to look for him.

I went into a few rooms, but he wasn't there, to the living room, wasn't there. I looked towards the kitchen, but nothing again.

I shrugged, did he seriously leave like that? My heart was literally sinking, I could feel the weight pulling me down too.

"The fuck?" I was genuinely so confused to where this guy went, I mean, I would've heard if he left right? Right?

I shrugged, guess he just left like that. I made my way into the bathroom, obviously, it was empty. I stood in the midst of my bathroom, rubbing my face out of tiredness and just out of confusion.

Maybe I really did hurt him with that. I went to the sink, and splashed water on my face a bunch of times, up until I felt hands tracing along my waist and hips, and a figure stood directly beside me.