Secret Admirer

17. Home visit.

Buri lay sprawled across his bed, one hand resting lazily on his phone as he scrolled through June's social media feed. 

His fingers absentmindedly swiped through the pictures, pausing on each one to take in the details of June's life—the candid moments with friends, the polished work photos, the occasional selfie that seemed to draw Buri in with its effortless charm. 

He knew June's smile too well, the subtle curve of his lips that sent a ripple of longing through him. The fantasies that ran wild in his mind found fuel in each image.

His other hand rested beneath the waistband of his pants, stroking himself in sync with the thoughts that flickered in his head. It was a habit by now, a routine he fell into whenever June consumed his thoughts like this. 

His hands started moving quicker as he stared at the picture of June next to a pool, sitting on the lounging chair. June was wearing a pair of shorts with a white shirt whose buttons were undone, giving a peck to his beautiful soft skin that Buri badly wanted to touch. 

June's sitting posture, where one leg was bent and raised slightly, while the other leg was relaxed or stretched out, was causal and relaxed, conveying his laid back style and confidence.

The sight of June's exposed inner thighs fueled Buri's desires. The tension built slowly, and within minutes, his breath hitched as he reached his peak, a soft grunt escaping his lips. 

The warmth spread across his hand as the thick white fluid splattered over it, and a satisfied smile played on his face as he lay still, his chest rising and falling with contentment.

With a sigh, Buri wiped his hand with the tissues he kept nearby for moments like this. He tossed the crumpled tissue into the dustbin by his bed, the bin already overflowing with discarded tissues from days past. 

He made no move to clean up the mess; his mind was elsewhere. His eyes flicked back to his phone, and for a moment, he simply stared at the last picture of June on the screen, the urge to see him in person growing stronger.

The door to his room creaked open without warning, and Yen stepped inside carrying a basket of freshly laundered clothes. Her nose wrinkled as soon as she crossed the threshold, the scent in the room unmistakable.

"God, Buri, really?" she groaned, shooting him a look of disapproval. "You have been holed up in here for days. It stinks."

Buri chuckled, unbothered by her scolding. "Relax, Yen. What's a little mess in the privacy of my own room?"

Yen set the laundry basket down on the edge of the bed, her eyes narrowing as she took in the state of the room. The overflowing trash bin, the tangled sheets, and the general air of laziness that surrounded Buri only deepened her frown. "You are not fooling anyone, you know. I know exactly what you have been doing."

Buri rolled his eyes. "What, enjoying myself? Can't a guy do that?"

"It's not just that." Yen crossed her arms, her gaze flicking to his phone. " I know you are obsessing over June. You have been stalking his pictures for days. Do you really think this is how you are going to win him back?"

Buri shrugged, nonchalant. "What can I say? My baby is hot. Can't help myself."

Yen sighed, exasperated. "Look, Buri, if you actually want him back, you need to stop this. Sitting around, staring at pictures, and jerking off isn't going to make him come running to you. June has moved on. And Kayu? He is the one you need to worry about."

Buri laughed, a confident smirk tugging at his lips. "Kayu? Please. That little guy can't keep up with someone like June. You think he can satisfy him? I have got nothing to worry about."

Yen shook her head, clearly unimpressed by his overconfidence. "You are so full of yourself, Buri. Just be careful. You might think you have all the time in the world, but you could lose him for good if you don't get your act together."

"Yen, I have got this." Buri's smirk deepened as he stood up from the bed, stretching his arms over his head. "June and I have history. He is mine, whether he knows it or not."

Yen shot him a final look of disapproval before grabbing the laundry basket and heading for the door. "Just don't say I didn't warn you."

As the door clicked shut behind her, Buri's mind was already elsewhere. He could feel the excitement bubbling up inside him, the thrill of anticipation pushing him to action. 

He needed to see June—no more scrolling through pictures, no more fantasizing from a distance. It was time to make a move. His heart raced as he made his decision, a plan forming in his head.

He showered quickly, making sure to scrub every inch of his body until he felt completely clean. He ran his fingers through his hair as he stepped out of the shower, the steam curling around him as he glanced at himself in the mirror. His reflection stared back at him, and he smirked. 

He knew what June liked. He reached into his closet and pulled out a mint-green hoodie, slipping it over his head. It wasn't his favorite color, but it was June's. June had always told him he looked sexy in mint green.

Once dressed, Buri grabbed his keys and left the house, his mind buzzing with excitement as he hopped onto his bike. 

The engine roared to life beneath him, and with a thrill that shot through his veins, he sped down the road, weaving through the city streets with ease. 

The address was burned into his mind—June's new apartment. He had found it after hours of scrolling through June's social media, piecing together clues from geo-tags and subtle hints. It hadn't been hard. June wasn't exactly secretive online.

When he arrived at the apartment complex, Buri parked his bike and headed inside. 

The building was modern and sleek, the kind of place that exuded quiet luxury. He felt a surge of satisfaction as he made his way to the elevator, humming softly to himself. He tapped his foot impatiently as the elevator ascended, stopping on the twenty-first floor.

The hallway was quiet as Buri walked down it, each step bringing him closer to his goal. His heart pounded in his chest, the thrill of the chase coursing through him. 

When he finally reached June's door, he didn't hesitate. He pressed the doorbell, waiting with a grin already tugging at his lips.

It didn't take long for the door to swing open, and there stood June, his eyes widening in shock the moment he saw Buri standing at his doorstep. The surprise was evident on his face, and for a split second, neither of them spoke.

"Hia?" June stammered, his voice laced with confusion.

Buri didn't give him a chance to process the situation. His grin widened as he stepped forward, his voice smooth and confident. "Hey, baby. Miss me?"

Without waiting for an answer, Buri reached out, grabbing June by the back of his neck and pulling him into a kiss. It was hot, aggressive, and filled with a hunger that had been building for weeks. 

June's hands came up in protest, pushing weakly against Buri's chest, but the kiss didn't stop. Buri pressed his body against June's, feeling the familiar heat between them as he kicked the door shut behind him.

"Hia, what—" June started, his breath coming in short gasps as he finally managed to pull away.

But Buri wasn't done. He leaned in close, brushing his lips against June's ear as he whispered, "I couldn't stay away. I needed to see you."