black swan || hyunjin

eleven

I arrive later than I promised I would be. I was supposed to be here at 7am, but here I am, strolling in at one 1 in the afternoon.

I knock on the door, my hands shaking nervously. This will be my first time meeting with Heeseung, excluding the party.

The door opens, and I am now stood in front of a tall, good looking man with stunning cherry red hair.

"Glad you could make it, I was getting worried." He grins, moving to the side of the doorway so I can walk inside.

Heeseung lives in a block of apartments, not far from where I live. He told me that he lived with his dad, but he's never home, so we have the house to ourselves today.

The interior of the apartment is quite retro, the walls painted with red stripes, and abstract paintings hung neatly around the room. I walk through the wide corridor that soon opens up to the main space.

The living room is decorated in a very red theme, the sofas white with dark red cushions methodically placed- one on each side of the sofa, and there is a tall glass of red roses centred on top of the see-through coffee table. I could just tell this man was rich as hell.

"Nice place," I walk over and perch myself gently down on the clean, white sofa. "So what's the surprise?" I ask.

Heeseung chuckles, trailing behind me, sitting on the other half of the sofa. "You're gonna have to wait and see."

I turn to look at him with a confused face. He just smirks smugly. He then gets up, directing himself to the small, white fridge behind us.

I turn around on the sofa to watch what he's doing. He pulls out a few bottles of soju, gently clanking together like windchimes. He picks up a bottle opener that was lying on the countertop, as if it had already been used earlier.

Heeseung smirks playfully, as he walks back over to the pristine living area. He places the bottles on the glass table, picking up two and taking a seat next to me again.

With the bottle opener, he yanks off the caps of both containers. I watch as the small red bottle tops fly away in random directions, never to be seen again.

The olive skinned man politely hands me a bottle from his grasp, glancing at me with a large smirk on his face. He reminds me a lot of Hyunjin, thinking about it.

Since a child, Hyunjin has always been a massive smirker, and it had gained him a lot of popularity with the mums.

Me, on the other hand, was not so popular. I was considered the troublemaker, and instead of popularity, mums told their children to stay away from me at day care.

I take a large swig of the alcohol in my hand, swishing it around in my mouth before swallowing.

I look over at Heeseung, who is rapidly guzzling down his drink. It doesn't look like he is taking any breaths in between gulps. I watch in awe, as he finishes his drink in under twenty seconds. That could be a new world record.

"So..." Heeseung starts in a deep, husky voice, his mousy brown eyes meeting mine. I look away with a shy smile tracing my face, avoiding eye contact because, I mean, his presence is pretty intimidating.

But I find myself trapped as he reaches his hand out to grab my jaw, turning my head round to look at him, as he moisturises his lips in what could be a seductive way, but I can't tell.

"Has anyone ever told you how gorgeous your eyes are?" Heeseung looks me up and down, his eyes relaxed and enjoying the sight.

I giggle, my face flushing a hue of red, matching in with the cushions on the sofa. Heeseung, with his hand still on my jaw, pulls me in closer before diving into a seductive, passionate kiss.