18+ Hell-is-an-f-word

Chapter 2: Kiss

My mouth hung agape as we reached the gate to his house.

Of course, Hyun lived in a mansion, and I did too, but what were the odds? He said it was his home, but how could a mansion be a home if its a luxury, and unliveable. Plus, it was not a small party: it was big. Massive. Trashy crowds drank on the trimmed grass. And I assumed they were not drinking in celebration of a dog’s birthday. As we drove up the wide road to his house, the chaos grew. It was hectic, and boisterous. Even if the morning dawn was arriving, they were lively, and some sunlight wasn’t going to stop them. At that moment it was the biggest party I had ever seen.

I pushed gently on the gas, “you never said you lived in a mansion.”

“Didn't I say it was my house?” he teased, his eyes smiling at me all cat like.

Unbelievable, the number of guests on his lawn could have filled half a stadium. I turned my head to him, then scoffed, “you could have hinted at it.”

“Why should I? A lot of pretty girls want my money and... much more,” he explained, mumbling the last bit.

Ignoring his sweetheart remark, unexpectedly I slam the brakes till the pedal hit its limit. This caused his body to jolt forward, almost hitting the glove box if not for him holding onto the grab handle. His head turned to me with a look of disapproval. He was like a pouty baby with the way his mouth frowned to a tiny degree, and his eyes blunt, hot like a just lit cigarette. However, when he examined his surroundings his arms lowered and returned to their open position. We had reached the front of his mansion. The car engine’s revving only slightly dampened the head banging music coming from the main house. Music intoxicated my ears as soon as the door clicked, with barely a gap opened between me, and the uncontrollable party. One step out of the car, and onto the gravel. First thing I felt was a strong breeze almost knocking me back into the car, and before I knew it an unfamiliar arm was around my waist hoisting me up, releasing pressure on my knotted calves.

A lady in a black suit, she had her arm around my waist. If it wasn’t for the long hair trailing down her shoulder like a stream I would have thought she was a man judging by the biceps effortlessly stretching out the sleeves of her blazer. Just looking up at her made my neck ache, as we exchanged a look, after which she gave me a subtle smile filled with distain and said, “hello miss, are you alright?”

“She’s fine, Geon.”

Hyun emerged from behind her, and when I saw him I thought he was a completely different person from who I saw in the car. From curious, and sweet to deadly, and assertive. The way he addressed her was so informal. Just after he addressed her, she made sure I could stand up straight without her hand rested on my upper back, before taking a big step away from me, and the car. She left a big enough space that Hyun could step between us. He faced me with his back to this Geon lady. Even though he had his guard on just a few seconds ago, his eyes softened when he looked at me, eyeing my dampened and torn clothes. His hands lifted, but quickly went back down, planted to his side. He went back into examine mode. Scanning, he observed me before turning cold.

“Keys,” he said, raising his hand out to me.

I went into my pocket, and then gave him his car keys, “here,” I said.

“Thank you.”

Within a second he threw the keys to the lady, she caught it, walked away, and went in the direction of the side of the house where none of the crowd is dispersed at. As soon as she was far gone, he turned to me and asked, “are you hungry?”

I felt my stomach, and the feeling of lightness suddenly overwhelmed me, “Yeah, a little bit,” I answered.

Hyun held out his hand. Looking at it, I slowly drew my hand forward. He placed his hand in mine, taking it and tugging me to his side. It felt so soft, and warm as he held my hand firm. Gently pulling my arm forward, I followed as he led me to the main entrance of his mansion. He assisted me up the steps, as I looked down on my muddy boots on the stone steps. They slipped each step I took forward, this invited a firmer grasp of my hand as he let me use him as a handrail. As we reached the main door I made sure to thoroughly rub my boots on the blue mat. When I looked up I was met with a smile which died quietly as he opened the tall wooden door. The creaks were dulled by the strong vibrations of the party music, the sound hit me in the face like a wave as I stepped aback. Yet he held the door in place with his arm, his eyes ushered me to go through as he let go of my hand.