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61. Ribbons

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That asshole. How dare he make her weak in the knees. YN Jang, Ace of Big Deal, one of the founding members of Hostel, the 11th Genius of Charles Choi. How dare a boy make YN Jang kick her feet and blush.

And she still hadn't forgotten his disrespect (ch. Ick) when she had just been trying to save him from the very problems he had created. At least he had let her get one good slap in, that made her feel better. And ignoring her warnings, at least, had come back to bite him very fucking hard, and she felt too bad remembering his sobbing face to be angry.

No, that was a lie. She was very angry. But anger was waging a fierce battle against the other emotion that she couldn't name that very badly wanted to stick her tongue down his throat.

A skirmish in the house attracted her attention.

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She looked up to see Johan all dolled up, absolutely destroying the hordes of gangsters. I guess his plan won out over Jace's. His skirt was ripped and he wielded his stilettos as weapons.

FUCK HES HOT HOLY SHIT. She had never been so sure as now that she liked women too. She pulled on her hair and screamed silently to herself, then put on a calm expression to walk in, opening the door for a dude to fly out.

"Did you get what you needed?" She asked Jace. His jaw was dropped open as he watched Johan massacre the masses.

"No... They knew we were coming. And then one guy grabbed his ass."

Should've been me... (IM NO BETTER THAN A MAN). She snickered against her will, then stopped at the glare Jace shot her.

"It's not funny, control him!" he insisted frantically.

"Tf you want me to do?? You have the contract with him. I don't even like him!" Blatant lie...

Johan was done soon enough, and he came over to join them. YN averted her eyes respectfully as he ripped off his feminine blouse and she handed over his jacket when he gestured for it. Nothing she hadn't seen before, in fact she had ripped up his shirt to bandage him when he had jumped in front of the knife for her (ch. Death pt2) but it felt very different now. She began to move away, but Johan grabbed onto her shoulder. He yanked her back and tangled his fingers through a strand of hair, sniffing it

"GIRL WHAT THE–"

"You smell like vanilla," he said simply, as YN snatched back her hair and jumped away. "You've never smelt like that before."

"I've never done a lot of things before," YN retorted, shivering now as Johan refused to return her shirt.

He wrinkled his nose. "You should pick something different."

"Ok, asshole, get off my dick."

"You smell good. But I don't like it. Too sweet."

"Johan, maybe lay off, I don't want her too pissed at me," Jace said, unbuttoning his own hawaiian shirt and moving to hand it to YN. "I think it smells good, YN. Vasco would go faint if he got a whiff."

YN blushed hard. "Stop it," she grumbled, reaching to take it.

Johan snatched the shirt before YN could hold it, and tossed it back to Jace. "Vasco..." he mumbled. "Whatever. Take it if you want." He threw YN her own shirt back, looking as sulky as a cat. Well not her shirt, Mira's shirt. Oh my god is that why he hates it?? The familiar rush of jealousy was back, but in light of recent events she was closer with Mira than Johan. It was mostly replaced with indignant anger. Fuck him. Her hair still smelled like Mira's vanilla hair product too. Pretentious playboy. He couldn't take it cuz she reminded like his first love. Ick.