Shaken, Not Stirred

~ 5 ~

Nanon

It's been a few days since that wonderful night at the Orchid Hotel, and I'm starting to go crazy. I've been watching Mr. Ohm in the office, observing every little thing he does. The way he talks to people, the way he laughs... and every time he flashes that gorgeous smile at someone else, my heart twists painfully.

Why is he so perfect? And why does it bother me so much that he's perfect around other people? I don't want to feel like this... like my chest is being squeezed every time he looks away from me.

I know I'm not in love. That would be crazy. But I also know I can't stand the idea of him being with anyone else. I want him to be mine... even if it's just as a... sex buddy. Yes! That's it! My exclusive sex buddy. Just me and him. Nobody else.

I have to tell him. I can't keep this inside anymore. I need him to know that I want him all to myself. So, I send him a message: Mr. Ohm, please meet me on the rooftop.

Ohm

Another message from Nanon. Another rooftop meeting. I sigh, rubbing my temples. I feel like I'm getting pulled into some weird drama I never signed up for. But I need to handle this—gently, but firmly. I can't let this go on any longer.

When I step out onto the rooftop, Nanon is already there, looking nervous as hell. He's wringing his hands, his face flushed. I wonder if he's been rehearsing a speech or something. "Alright," I say, trying to keep my tone even. "What do you need?"

He looks at me with those big, earnest eyes, and for a moment, he looks so pitiful I almost feel sorry for him. But then he blurts out, "Mr. Ohm, I can't see you with anyone else. It makes me feel... strange."

Strange? I frown, trying to decipher what he means. "Hey, if you're about to confess your—"

He interrupts, shaking his head furiously. "I just... I don't want anyone else to sleep with you. I want you to be mine!"

I blink at him, stunned. He's... possessive? I've seen obsessed before, but this... this is a different level. "Nanon," I begin, trying to choose my words carefully, "you can't just say things like that. I'm not some object you can just claim—"

"Mr. Ohm," he says, waving his hands desperately. "What I mean is... I want you to be my official sex buddy!"

WHAT?!?!

What the actual hell? I stare at him, trying to process his words. "You can't just demand something like... that."

"But why not?" he asks, his voice almost pleading. "I'm good at it, right?"

I feel my jaw drop. Is he serious? "Look, this isn't about being good or bad. It's about... boundaries. You're not in love with me, you're just... infatuated. It's not the same thing."

His face falls for a moment, and I see a flicker of something in his eyes—disappointment? Sadness? But then he perks up again, his expression determined. "Mr. Ohm, please?" he asks, almost too eagerly. "I'll make it worth your while. Just think about it, ok?"

Before I can respond, he turns and runs off, leaving me standing on the rooftop, completely baffled. What just happened?

Nanon

Alright, this is it. Time for the big move! You can do this. The rooftop didn't work. Maybe I wasn't clear enough, maybe he thought I was joking, or worse... maybe he thought I was desperate. I need something bold, something dramatic, something he can't possibly ignore!