𝙁𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝘿𝙖𝙩𝙚 || 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙣

17. GreeD

A/N:
A big chapter to make up for the previous one😘

Jihoon

I unlock my studio, it makes a clicking sound as I open the door. The studio is nicer than the others in here since it has two rooms connecting to each other. It gives me the freedom to have some furniture in it where I can lay whenever I want. But the idea of lying down just got thrown by the window as my eyes lay on the couple making out in my couch, not to mention the moaning sound I heard along with it. I regret giving my spare keys to these kids and I mean it.

The view is quite nasty than I wanna say. Seungkwan is straddling Vernon, both of their hair are quite messy. As soon as their eyes meet mine their faces turn impossibly red that I'm quite tempted to tease. A few of Seungkwan's shirt's buttons are messily opened from which I can easily spot the red, purplish mark littering his pale flawless skin.

As for Vernon, there is a smug grin lingering in the corner of his lips even though he tries to look ashamed that he had messed up my studio. But other than that, Nothing! Not a slight guilt about making out on my couch. He is rather amused being caught by someone and showing off his property. "These kids!" I sigh under my breath, running a hand through my damp hair.

"H-hyung," Seungkwan stutters, quickly putting on his shirt properly before standing up from Vernon's lap who loudly clears his throat before getting up which makes me chuckle. I hear Seungkwan whine like a kicked puppy as I pass them by, plopping down in my black fancy office chair in front of my pc, turning it on. I sigh in content as my body goes numb against the soft cushion. Heaven!

I hear Seungkwan hushly scolding Vernon for not being able to keep his hands of our diva. I chuckle. But the bitter feeling inside me mocks at me, my loneliness. I choose this life for me yet here I am, complaining to myself about my sorry ass. Pathetic! But maybe it is better than expecting that is never to come.

'It's better'

Just before I'm planning on putting my headphones on, the diva comes, pulling my chair away from the computer, looking at me with a mischievous grin. I already know what's coming and it's irritatingly making me nervous as I try to look away, failing the moment he cages me in my chair by putting both of his hands by my sides.

"So," he trails irritatingly in his most annoying voice, my ears buzz and my every senses are in high alert as I see him wriggling his brows together, taking a seat on the light blue couch near the desktop. His lips are still red and puffy which continuously reminds me of the previous event I witnessed, a wave of shiver runs down my body with the thought.

"How was the date?"

My body stiffens upon hearing it. I blink away, shifting my gaze toward the door, already planning on making a run if needed. "Don't tell me," he visibly gasps, dramatically putting his hand on his mouth, "My cousin took away your first kiss already." I choke on my saliva, coughing a few times as I slap his thigh in defense, he winces in pain.

"Shut up!" I hiss like a cat, glaring at him under my long lashes. "It's a fake date," I add quietly as if I'm reminding that to myself, before freeing myself from his grasp. But I see him pout from the corner of his eyes.

'What was that about?'

"Tell me," he quips like a child, his eyes sparkling with something that I'm not entirely sure of as he licks his lips, "everything."

I, perforce, tell him about the whole day, about his friends and all, except the parts where I embarrassed myself and about the pecks I have gotten from his cousin. I told him to the point where Soonyoung had dropped me off by the entrance, but purposely hide the fact that he had come after me for my phone number. Also the fact that he had saved me from getting wet in the rain in the most romantic way possible and I might add it wasn't any less than those sappy dramas.