One Shot: Irresistible

Pt.5

It was now 9:57 pm. Giving Armani a little space after their argument, he went out with Youngbae to a pub downtown. They drank up to their limit and called it quits when they knew that they had enough. Jiyong sighed, ruffling his hair, still anxious about his decision. He groaned several times to himself with his head in between his hands and kept his eyes focused down at the table. He knew the right thing to do was to choose her without a doubt, but he also loves teaching at their school. He just got close to his students and if he left so soon, he'll have to start all over again. 

"I don't deserve any of this... I don't. I do what I can every fucking day just so I can be with her and make her happy. Do I wanna end things between us? No. Do I wanna get fired? No. How else am I supposed to make you feel pleased?" It all brought him to frustration. Unfortunately, letting it all out didn't seem to help his problem.

"Listen, man. You need to compromise. You're not gonna get through to her if you always accept the alternatives she gives you. It's about time that you start wearing the pants." Youngbae persuaded.

"Arasso, arasso. Aiish chincha minchi-gaenae chigeum cheongmal." (I know, I know. I'm really going crazy right now, seriously.) He said irritated.

"Ka. (Go.) Say hi to her for me, yeah?" He paid his tab on the counter and withdrew himself from the venue.

"That is if I'm still alive," Youngbae slightly chuckled and motioned him to leave.

Later that night, Jiyong had finally arrived up to her doorstep. He didn't want to admit it, but he was a bit drowsy after his last drink. He rang her doorbell and it surprisingly took a while before she answered it. He couldn't get his head straight but he hoped that nothing bad had happened to her. "Hey... we need to talk." She sighed and rolled her eyes afore replying.

"Jiyong--" Before she could say anything else, he cut off her sentence.

"I'm not going anywhere until we settle this, so I suggest that you let me in." She opened her door wider for him to enter and let him in. The scent of alcohol brushed off her nose and smelled the revolting stench. He took off his shoes and his coat at the doormat and carried on.

"Have you been drinking?"

"You wanna break up, don't you?" He revealed. With his unexpected question, she was left in shock.

"What?" She misread.

"Is that really the whole reason why you wanted me to make an option?"

"J, I'm fed up with acting like I don't know you around school! And you're just gonna stand there and tell me that it's all because I wanted to break up with you?"

"We made an agreement, out of your consent, that you would be able to keep this a secret. Why does it concern you now?"

"Cause I don't wanna hide it anymore! I wanna be seen with you. I wanna be able to tell everyone how wonderful you are and how much you make me happy..." He shook his head in disagreement looking away and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Why didn't you tell me that right from the beginning then?" And that's where it all ended. She couldn't continue any longer. She didn't know if it was the fact that he was drunk, but she honestly thought that he, out of all people, would understand how she really felt about him.

"You know what, whatever. I'm done. You can let yourself out," She took off her t-shirt, exposing her bra boldly and went up to her room to change into her nightwear.

"Armani, I didn't..." He knew he was being ignored, so he discontinued to finish his phrase regretfully. Just when he heard her door shut, he followed after her. He took his precious time ascending up the stairs and got to her bedroom, slowly turning the doorknob to make an entrance. She was in her bed, back facing his front, pretending to sleep when she was actually crying silently. He ambulated up to the side of her bed and sat down beside her. 

"Ar--" He started, as she interrupted him.

"Can you please not talk to me for like ten minutes?"

"I honestly don't know what I did wrong here."

"I just wanna be alone right now. I don't wanna talk right now. Can you do that for me, please?" She said annoyed.

"Are you that mad at me? Chincha-ro?" (Seriously?) He said with pity.

"Yep," A sniff was heard and made him feel even worse.

"Ah, moya?~ Wae euro?~" (Ah, what is this?~ Why are you crying?~) With a hand on her chin, he turned her head to face his.

"Stop," She removed his hand and placed herself back to her position. He took her arm and lifted her up to give her a warm hug in his embrace.

"I love you, Ar. And you know that. It shouldn't have to make you cry. I chose you. It was always you." Having tears flow down her cheeks, he kindly wiped them away with both thumbs on each side of her face.

"I just feel like your job is more important to you than I am."

"What? Of course not. You're a million times better." He grinned, as she cackled insignificantly.

"I couldn't imagine what I would do without you." He caressed her head, pushing her hair away from her face right before he laid her a slow kiss. She moaned and parted her lips from his, biting her lip with a devilish smirk.

"Makeup sex?" He suggested, smiling shyly whilst she giggled.

"Come here," She grabbed his collar aggressively, pushing him back on the bed and hovered over him.

"After you brush your teeth. You reek from all the beer you drank." She whispered playfully in his ear and got off of him to go elsewhere. Just when she did, he got up and got a hold of her forearm, smashing her up against the wall.

"But I wanna kiss you." Oh, he was good. A little too good. But she had to resist him, just this once. Until his breath smelled like Listerine. Her faltering was open, and that's when she knew she failed. Cupping the back of his neck deepened the kiss to a more passionate make-out session.

"J..." She giggled in between each peck he gave her. Suddenly, Jiyong picked her up, lips pressed on her neck, and set her on the bed.

"Ah! J~" She shrieked gleefully.

"After you brush your teeth."

"I'll brush it after," Attempting to kiss her once more, she turned away to prevent it.

"Until your tongue is clean, no sex."

"No sex." He repeated unsure.

"No sex." She rephrased.

"What, are you serious?" He asked with a snicker.

"No sex." She got out of bed and exited the room teasingly.