"So you're telling me that my bae, my baby girl, my sweet pie is going to be modelling for Calvin Klein?", I fisted my hands into fiery balls because of how enthusiastic Sunghoon sounded. "You wanna die, perhaps?", I gritted my teeth, a sense of overpowering vexation fuelling me. "What's wrong if a man wants to do a little happy dance that his bae got selected to model next to Jung Kook?", his attempt to sound innocent and the later mention of the love of my life, cajoled me till some extent.
(Tae: You wanna die?)
"Listen to me, baby girl.", I cocked my head to face Sunghoon, mentally gagging at his absurd choice when it came to nicknames. "I'm a boy, for fuck's sake.", I hugged my dear Soju bottle, sinking deep into my seat. My cousin gave his usual dick head laughter, triggering me to smack his head on the wooden table. "Stop chortling like a dick."
"A dick can't chortle—Ah!", I fisted his hair with firmness.
"Understand an irony? How dumb of you.", I abandoned him before gulping another shot. "Damn you for ruining my perfect hair.", I side-eyed him as he found it as the safest option to keep his quiet. "Help me!", I whined, thumping my head on the table. "I can't let that man make a mockery out of me. I've never even seen a model let alone be one!"
"Hear me out. There's nothing wrong in modelling, alright? I just know you will do a fab job like you always do.", his statement eased me out but I was still timid. "Are you sure?", I enquired, deadpanning at my miserable fate. He nodded, side hugging my frame.
"I think I can try."
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My hands fumbled as I looked for my keys, scavenging through my bag. "Where the fuck—ow!", I winced upon accidentally banging my head against the wooden door of my apartment. "Where are the goddamn keys. God really cherishes testing my patience, doesn't he?", I moaned in pain, my hand still exploring the crevices of my bag. My phone was dead, meaning I couldn't even make a call to Sunghoon if I had lost my keys.
"Jake-ssi?", I heard someone softly calling out my name— almost too soft that it sent me in a temporary trance.
"Sir—", I choked on my own saliva. No, this was so bad. I was heavily drunk for all I knew and this man could very well use the opportunity against me, in whichever way he pleased. However, I wasn't despising the thought as much as I should have for unknown reasons. "All good?", he interrogated with lingering suspicion and I wanted to dig a hole and bury myself. Hiding my flushed face, I laughed.
"Of course. Just unable to find my keys."
"You remember where you kept them last?", I hated him for his concern. God, I wanted him out of my sight for he must not see my drunken self. I did not wish to be called a callous, intolerant drunkard for the rest of my life. "My bag but God knows what chewed them up."
"You can come inside and look through thoroughly. I'm sure the dull lighting of the hallway isn't of much help."
Why was he always so correct?
"I'll pass. Don't mean to bother.", I tried brushing him off but it wouldn't be Lee Heeseung if he wasn't stubborn. "I insist. Plus, I was about to have food. Maybe you can join me?", as much as I wanted to pass, my rumbling stomach roared at me to fill it up— almost a bit too loudly that it echoed.
Shit. This was embarrassing.
My boss smile smirked— something I hated but it just made him look so hot. "Come on in, Jake-ssi. It's a call from your tummy.", my ear tips turned red. He opened the door before letting me in first, exuding his hidden gentleman demeanour. "Thank you and sorry for the trouble.", I bowed, taking my shoes off as I placed them in the shoe stand. "Don't be. You helped me in a similar scenario, remember?"
I blushed at the reminisce of what happened that day.
"You drive me nuts with that witty body language of yours, you know that?"
I shuddered when the statement rung in my ears. "You okay?", I flinched when his hand clasped my shoulder as he eyed me with concern and I realised that I hadn't moved from my spot. "Y-Yeah. Just um— recalling where I must have kept it.", I lied. "We'll find it, hm? Don't worry.", I awed when he smiled at me before pacing towards his kitchen, leaving me alone in the living room.
His house was dark as if it hadn't seen a ray of light for ages but it was a bit too clean for a man. Everything seemed chronologically organised, defining a stark contrast from my own apartment and I felt flustered. I pondered what he would have thought when he saw my messy, unorganised and disoriented home that looked like it had seen two world wars.
"What would you like to eat?", I cocked my head towards the origin of the voice, fazed by the view before me. He stood opposite to my frame with his sleeves folded up till his elbows, the first two buttons of his navy blue shirt open, hair partly disheveled but still neat with a black apron tied behind his back.
"Hot.", I mumbled unconsciously.
The Rolex he was wearing shined brightly even in the darkness with his veins protruding from his arms like electrical wires. He was the epitome of masculinity.
"A—Anything suffices.", I stuttered and he stared at me without movement before finally charging towards my standing physique. "What's wrong?", he enquired, situating the back of his hand against my forehead. "You don't have a fever. Why are you so red and sweaty, then?", he spoke and I melted into the warmth of his touch. "Did you perhaps drink?"
I had completely forgotten about the alcohol acting up. No wonder, I felt like I was levitating. There was something wrong with my body because whenever I drank more than one bottle of Soju, it would never kick in, initially. Not until about an hour and it had started my misery, for all I knew.
"Tad bit with Sunghoon.", his face twisted when I said it and he did not seem impressed. "Ah.", his voice trailed off. "That's the reason I'm feeling kind of hot.", I stared deep into his grey eyes that beheld nothing but lingering mystery— a mystery that I wanted to solve. "I'll give you clothes to change in. You can give them back later.", I desperately wanted to decline but he had already went to his room with me following suit.
"There you go. You can change here.", he began exiting the room, leaving me alone. It was a loose black T-shirt paired with white shorts and I knew for a fact that they were too big for me. "That's the smallest pair of shorts which doesn't fit me. Hope it fits you.", his statement left me at unease.
Why would he buy a size that won't fit him?
Fuck, no. I sound like a jealous boyfriend.
"I guess I have no choice.", I braced myself.
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CHAPTER: 16
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𝕺𝖋𝖋𝖎𝖈𝖊 𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖝- |HEEJAKE|
Hài hướcNever had he ever thought that developing such a huge sense of loathe for someone you had just met was humanely possible- well, not until he crossed paths with his now boss, Lee Fucking Heeseung. As if, neighbouring his boss wasn't already the cream...
