One Shot: Irresistible

Pt.10

11:55 pm. Saturday night. Armani spent the whole day studying for a huge exam coming up on Monday. She had already finished three bottles of energy drinks to keep her awake and enlivened. She wasn't going to bed until she memorized all her notes by heart.

Jiyong, on the other hand, went to Hongdae with Youngbae and some of his other friends for a guys night out. She told Youngbae to keep an eye on him so he wouldn't be kissing any other girls like he did the last time. It was already late, so he should be back at his place by now. Her front door unlocked, but she was too concentrated to even remark. Jiyong came in with hazy eyes and stood still to recover his clear eyesight. He ambulated up to his girlfriend in the kitchen and kissed her cheek sloppily. She still paid no attention to him. He wrapped his arms around her from behind to get her awareness, but all she did was shrug them off.

"J, not now," She said with seriousness.

"Give me a kiss. Armani, give me a kiss." With the abominable odor coming from his breath, she refused to do so.

"No. You smell like alcohol." She turned to the next page in her textbook and continued revising. His face dug into the crook of her neck, leaving sludgy kisses down to her shoulders.

"J, please! I'm trying to study here!" He backed off abashed, snickering to himself, and went into the living room. He pulled out a cigarette from his front pocket and lit it up. Armani was never okay with him smoking. She detested it, and he knew that. She turned to him enraged and got up from her seat, snatching the cigarette out of his mouth.

"What the fuck, J?! In the house, really?!"

"Wae?~" (Why?~) He giggled obscure.

"I told you to quit, didn't I?!" She threw the cigarette out her kitchen window and heard him grunt.

"Babe, you're overreacting. Smoking isn't a drug." He smiled with eyes still vague. He didn't look too drunk, but he did act like it. He pulled out another one just when she took it out of his hand instantaneously, and snapped it in half.

"Isn't that a little cruel?" Jiyong asked. He was angry. She could just tell he was on the edge to lash out at her. His intimidating eyes bored right through her.

"You just crossed the line, J. I can't deal with your bullshit right now! You need to leave."

"What?" He misunderstood, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Get out. Now." She waited for him to start walking, but he just stood there, ogling her intensely.

"Leave!" She yelled. He got startled but hid it. He scoffed then exited competently.

"Suit yourself." He murmured on his way out. She sat back down in her seat and continued to study when she knew she couldn't. Throwing her pencil elsewhere, she was now distraught and couldn't even think straight. Calling it a night, she closed her textbook and went to bed.

Sunday morning, Armani's alarm went off. Shit. She had to work today. A text message was sent from Jiyong and she ignored it. She had too much on her mind already and he was just another abstraction. After the other night, she didn't really feel like talking to him either.

She worked as a cleaning lady and was surely going to quit sooner or later. But she needed the money to see her mother in Brooklyn. It's been almost two years since she hasn't seen her. It almost felt like decades. But time goes by extremely fast.

After work, she headed home exhausted. Her back ached and her arms were sore. Standing up all day, her legs were numb. She was surprised herself when she drove home without any accidents. Nothingness, her phone vibrated once again. Jiyong. Her arms pained so much, she couldn't even lift up her phone to check the message. Sitting in the driver's seat, her eyes strove to close shut when she tried preventing them. In the end, she fell fast asleep.

Jiyong arrived at her place, passing through her car window in the driveway and did a double-take, seeing her zoned out in the front seat. He grinned whilst chuckling afterward. She looked so precious. How could you not laugh at that? He opened the door and gently took the car keys out of her hand and carefully searched for the keys to her house in her purse without making any noise to wake her up. He succeeded, and carried her over his shoulder, walking up to her doorstep and unlocking the door.

Silently ascending up to her bedroom, he took off her shoes and located her on the bed blandly, covering her up with the covers. Wow. She was a heavy sleeper.

7:56 pm. Armani woke up tired as ever. For some reason, she was craving for some orange juice. She went downstairs, wearing only a tank-top and underwear, rubbing her eye with her fist. She saw Jiyong in her living room flicking through channels and got startled.

"What the hell? How did you get in here?" She asked with a croaky voice. He turned the T.V off and stood up to explain.

"You fell asleep in the car and I carried you in."

"Oh. Thank you. I had a long day today."

"And a long night last night, obviously." He added. It was quiet for a moment. She didn't know what else to say so she made her way to the refrigerator.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked concerned. She nodded whilst pouring some O.J in a cup. After sipping, she looked up at him playing with his fingers, hesitant to speak.

"Why'd you come?" She asked.

"Well... I wanted to apologize." He forced a smile even though he knew she wasn't buying it.

"Mianhe..." (I'm sorry...) She could see the sincerity in his eyes. He looked saddened. However, it wasn't enough to forgive his drunken behavior.

"J... I think we should take a break." He sighed heavily, hanging his head down in despair.

"What the hell, Armani? Is that how you're going to be? Really, after you knew how drunk I was? Arraso. (I get it.) You need some space cause I'm too bothersome, right? You need all the concentration you can get and I'm just a distraction, is that it?"

"J, I'm really fed up with your drunk behavior! You're a twenty-seven-year-old man, acting like a ten-year-old! I'm not your fucking babysitter to keep an eye on you twenty-four-seven!"

"You know what, I'm not starting this all over again, okay? You want some space? I'll give you some space." Just when he grabbed his phone off the couch, he headed for the door.

"J, stop! Don't!--" The door slammed shut. He was already gone before she could even finish her sentence. What an ass. He didn't even fight for her. She shed to tears and wiped them away unsympathetically.

Her door reopened. "No fucking way," Jiyong said, rushing his way towards her. She had no idea what was happening. Why did he come back? He cupped her face and passionately kissed her. She kissed back knowing what she did was probably the hardest thing she's ever done. Overall,  she was glad he came back for her. There was no absolute way he letting her go that easily. She was gonna have to do way better than that to get him to break up with her. She wasn't going anywhere and neither was he.