REVENGE GAME

//i dont care//

KINN

Each and every muscle fibre in my body ached with how much of a beating I took this night and it was somehow awfully calm and serene how pacified I felt when Porsche touched me. Well, fortunately or unfortunately but in a good way. Last night occupied a lot of surprises, from getting attacked by some anonymous personality to being rescued by the least expected guy.

But, all's well that ends well, I guess!

And tonight ends with me and P'Porsche in the same apartment, alone. That goes with, two best friends in a room, they might kiss… but blah fucking blah, I don't even know if he is gay or bisexual or at least interested in guys. But somehow from the indecent ways he stares at me, I suppose he is at least interested in me.

Like the way he is staring at me right now, from the slightest corner of his eye while arranging the first aid kit. But I can't blame him, anyone would glare at me like that, considering how annoyingly naked I am right now. Or safely, half-naked!

I hated how I loved the look on his face, everytime he is focused on just anything. The way his brows just pinch together knitting so feverishly, I always wonder what kind of expressing might come out of him when he will be close to his sexual complex.

With that endearing thought, my eyes hopelessly and seamlessly wander down his spine fixating on his sexy glutes, just begging for a touch of love from me.

Mu thoughts linger on as he vaguely interrupts me, “If you could just tell me where the fuck is the first aid kit, we will be able to end this quickly” he spoke blatantly without even sparing me an ounce of affection in his tone.

“Had I known, I wouldn't be lying here naked for the past half hour!” I spoke genuinely, because I never know nothing in this place. This place was initially rented by Uncle Chan but later on we just divided the rent after I was miserably kicked out by my previous landlord. He is in total charge of this place.

“I wonder how much dumb a person needs to be to not even know where things are in his own damn house” he muttered quickly shuffling through the drawers of the dressing table. The thudding sound of material beneath them echoed. His frustration was becoming even more evident by every second.

“This is not my house, anyway” I spoke nonchalantly as I watched him still his movements to stare at me blankly.

“Not your what?” He asked, almost flabbergasted by my statement, is he thinking I made him break into someone's house?

“Whoo, cool down… this is actually my uncle's place” I replied casually, shifting against the pillow. His hands fell casually on the edge of the drawers as he yanked it back to its place with a loud thud that echoed around the tiny space.

“I thought this was your place” he threw the comment sarcastically my way and landed lazily over the small couch kept near the window.

I remained sitting in my place, simply staring at him. My mind was occupied by multiple thoughts, most of them included him. No actually all of them were composed of things about him. Like, apart from thick gasoline, what does he smell like, what he does for a liking, what's his favourite color… also how was he able to operate that weapon, too easily!

That one is really important actually… but before that I might just need to get a bit familiar with him.

“So…” I began hesitantly, I don't even know what I should ask him first. Favourite color, food ,movie or what?