A/N: The following chapter contains excplicit content: use of foul language, description of sex and kinks that include physical sorts of punishment. If any of it makes you uncomfortable, please feel free to skip and message me for a summary.
''Seoul City'' was the vibe behind it. Hopefully you'll give it a listen.
Give me hug, need your love, touch my thigh
Tell me what puts you in that mind
Frame it up, draw me in, do me right
Don't you dare leave my sight
I could be, be your prize, pick me up
Flying lights, paradise
-Seoul City by JENNIE
''What the hell do you think you are doing?''
That's the first words that come out of my mouth the moment I see Ethan parked outside my house at 7 a.m. in the morning.
The sleep deprivation from the all nighter I just pulled into the hospital had me thinking I was imagining things. But no. For my shake, there was indeed a black Escalade truck failing miserably to fit in with the rest of my neighborhood just in the corner of my street.
Not surprisingly, it was the first thing I noticed the moment I stepped out of my uber and even though Ethan was quick to raise the driver's window, probably hoping I hadn't caught on, his distinctive features were hard to miss.
You would have thought that the members of a gang would know how to properly follow someone unnoticed...then again one of them was caught on camera ditching someone almost dead at a hospital. So maybe that's just the movies.
Annoyed, I crossed the street stopping by the side of his door to knock on the tinted window that was supposed to keep him hidden. Well not hidden enough.
It took him a minute to lower it down, probably contemplating if that was the right decision or not, but I didn't give him enough time to think, immediately jumping on his case.
''I said what the hell are you doing?''
Me and Ethan have never been properly introduced before. I was aware of his existence and close relationship with Jackson, as I suppose he was of mine, but this was the first time we actually came face to face. And to be fair the circumstances were not the best.
That's definitely not the way I imagined meeting my boyfriend's closest friend, but like many other things about Jackson, I had come to terms with the fact that normal was not something I would experience often around him.
Ethan seemed taken aback by my approach, but recovered from it quickly, giving me a subtle greeting as if that was a causal interaction between two acquaintances and I didn't just find him stalking my house.
''Did Jackson put you into this?'' I asked only to be met with silence from his part, the attitude fuming my already bad temper.
Taking my phone from my jacket, I angrily dialed the last number I contacted, before walking away from Ethan with a warning. ''If you aren't gone by the time I enter my house I am calling the police.''
His reaction remains unknown considering I had already turned around by the time Jackson picked up the call, but I could tell he was still there while I walked over to my driveway.
''What.''
Oh he is rude on top of being an asshole too.
''Why the fuck is Ethan outside my house?''
''Because I asked him too.''
Asked, not told. A small detail that doesn't come unnoticed. Usually when he is referring to his colleagues, he makes it clear there are orders he is specifically telling them to follow. But never towards Ethan. I guess even Jackson has a soft spot for his closed ones.
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