He groans into my mouth, and I use that moment to push back, trying to take control again. But Han is stronger than he looks, and for once, he's not letting me win.
"Frustrated?" he murmurs between kisses, smirking against my lips.
I bite at his jaw...
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I was not ready to see Han again. Not after what happened last week. I was left standing there trying to ignore the fact that he most definitely was sporting a hard-on. Whether it was from me or not was the last thing I wanted to think about.
But despite my efforts to avoid him, I knew he would be attending this race. We have them every weekend and Han has never missed one. Neither of us are participating in the races tonight, we're here to watch and party with everyone else as VIP members.
So I was expecting Han to show up, I was expecting him to drag Bahng along with him and have them walk in like they own the place. But to my surprise neither of them had made an appearance yet. The races had already started and the party was very lively. So why wasn't that annoying son of a bitch here?
I found myself searching for him through the crowd, which was hard to snap myself out of. Don't get me wrong, I was looking for him because I didn't want him here.
As much as Yang pissed me off, he always nailed organizing these kinds of things. Yang is the owner of the most popular illegal racing venue in Seoul, and because of his family's status, the cops are never a problem for him. He owns multiple clubs throughout the city as well, it's safe to say that parties were Yang's forte.
"Who are you looking for?" Yang's very irritating voice screeched in my ears over the loud music. He and his best friend Kim were with us, but only because Lee couldn't keep his hands off Kim, and Yang was dragged along. Like me.
"No one in particular," I say, turning back to face Yang. Lee and Kim practically weren't there, they were a little busy swapping spit on the stands only a meter away from us. As you do.
"You're like a lost puppy without Han here for you to annoy." Yang laughs as if it's the funniest thing he's ever said. Although I found it rather annoying, in fact, his comment pissed me off. He adjusts his stance, momentarily pausing his laughs and angling his head so he can see past me. "Speak of the devil."
My eyes widen in confusion before turning around out of curiosity. It took me a moment to realize what he was looking at. Because what he was looking at was not what I had expected. I was expecting Han, the Han who dresses in t-shirts and leather pants 24/7, the Han with black hair and not an ounce of color on him. The lifeless, boring, dull, Han.
Instead, my eyes land on what looks like a six-foot, silver-haired, beautifully dressed, undeniably attractive man.
Who also happens to be Han.
He dyed his hair? Sliver? His hair softly brushed over his eyes, the silver strands longer than I remembered. I looked him up and down in awe, his outfit may have been black, it wouldn't be Han otherwise, but this was the first time that I could confidently say his all-black outfit was hot. He wore a skin-tight black singlet with a thick black leather jacket over the top, hanging slightly off his shoulders so you could get a good look at his heavenly biceps and collarbone. His pants were black too, but they were baggy, thick, and hung over his shoes.
