Toxic Summer | Kwon Hyuk.

Can We Try?

It had been a week since Dean told me he loved me. Just thinking about it made me laugh. the concept of love was obscure to me and honestly I wasn't trying to find out what it was, not with Dean anyway. I enjoyed his company, his conversation and the sex we had but at this particular moment that was it.

I had been staying with Dean for a week too. It wasn't uncomfortable for me as I enjoyed the space he gave me And how our dynamic worked. Though it wasn't uncomfortable I felt like Dean was trying his best to make the atmosphere tense, as if he thought that's would make me tell him I was in love with him too.

He had just come back from spending the day with friends that he told me he didn't have. Although I'd only been here for a week the time I had spent with him had allowed me to understand how secretive he was. He didn't really want me too in touch with his personal life, not that it bothered me, it just made me want to find out more about what he did. After what he did to Sonny he'd been in a few fights, some over me and some over so called 'business'.

"You don't need this" he smirked tugging on my towel until it fell to the floor leaving my body exposed. He wrapped his left arm around my naked waist, then lifted a large black shopping bag waving it in my face

"Put this on I'm taking you out tonight"

"What's the occasion?"

"I thought we could try going out like a normal couple tonight" he slightly stumbled over his words. I internally cringed and cooed simultaneously at the sight as it was something I had never seen from him before.

"We're far from normal honey. It's a bit late for that" I slightly laughed

"Can you try? Can we try? Just for tonight?" He pleaded

I smiled at him taking the bag from his hand. I wanted to do this for him since it seemed like he genuinely wanted to try and I wanted to make him happy. I walked into the room and got dressed into what he bought.

Starin' right at her but don't know where she's at
(Tell me, the sun goin' up and shit, purple in the sky, feelin' good)
Girl you so sexy
You don't know what to do with all the attention on you
All the affection, all the attention
All these intentions towards you
Tonight
That's right, that's right
Where you at?
Summertime shit

The dress was a red silk material that I couldn't wear underwear with. So much for a normal couple. It didn't hug my body but sat on the contours of it. I wiggled in my chair at the restaurant we sat in feeling slightly uncomfortable surrounded by a bunch of snobs.

The discomfort i felt was washed away as i stared at Dean, mesmerised at how deep brown his eyes were as they darted over the menu, how his black hair was always perfectly parted, styled and reflected the dim light of the restaurant, how his plump pink lips glistened after he licked them.

"Do you like what you see?" He asked cockily

I simply laughed and focused back on my menu

"You look so beautiful tonight"

"Just tonight?" I teased causing him to let out a light laugh

"You look good enough to eat. I almost regret bringing you out." I laughed

"Did you pick this outfit out by yourself?" I asked and he quickly nodded

"I knew you'd look good in it. That colour makes you pop"

"Blood red is your favourite colour isn't it?"

"Yeah and if that waiter doesn't quit looking down your dress when he comes to serve us I swear I'll have his blood on my hands next" he said calmly

"You insisted we act normal tonight but you're not doing a great job" I smirked sipping my glass of red wine to wash down the food

"I can't wait to strip you out of that dress and make you scream my name"

"I can't wait either" I replied seductively

"But I do have one question. What exactly do you do?" I asked pushing my plate forward, resting back in my chair and crossing my arms

"Some questions are better left unanswered" he smiled

"Are you gonna get desert?"

"It's sitting right in front of me with not a shred of underwear on" he said licking his lower lip causing me to smirk

"Come on let's get out of here" he said pulling me out of my chair and out of the restaurant.

The car journey home Dean couldn't keep his hands to himself. The dress I had on had him extremely hot and bothered I assumed that was why he picked it. We had a little session in the car consisting of his long slender fingers slowly finding their way to my g-spot , almost crashing into another car on one occasion. That only made it hotter and increased the adrenaline in my body.

Once we had arrived back at the house and he was able to touch me like he really wanted, i found myself with with my back against the wall, my dress held up at my waist with one hand while the other hand grabbed a handful of my ass. His soft lips were slightly pressed against my neck as he whispered "how was this for normal?"

"I watched you kill a man... and it didn't scare me, sure I was shocked but... it turned me on seeing you like that. So if you ask me we're far from normal or regular and there's no point pretending. You're fucked up and so am I." This evidently pissed him off. His expression changed from a lustful light smile to a completely expressionless face his grip around my waist tightened to the point where I was sure I would bruise later. If anything I had become annoyed that he was constantly pushing for us to be something we weren't. Something we couldn't be even if we tried. We were too far gone.

"Whatever I am you made me. Do you not understand I'm fucking crazy about you? I've killed for you Jasmine , I'm in love with you." he growled violently shaking me against the wall

"Cut the crap Dean. You were fucking crazy before you met me. Don't try and use me as a scapegoat and DON'T make me tell you again! We don't fall in love this isn't a platonic relationship I don't love you back!" I shouted angrily pushing him backwards

"No love? If that's what you want Jasmine then that's what I'll give you." He breathed slicking his hair back into position

"Don't blame your sick, twisted mind on me." I said fixing my dress

"I'm giving you one last chance to fuck with me jasmine. Fuck with me again and next time I won't hesitate to show you the real me." He spat slamming the front door behind him.