Junhui
Choi Sun and I got home later than expected. It was close to 11 and most the lights were already closed or dimmed when we entered my house.
"Are you hungry?" I ask her as we walk up the hard wooden stairs slowly and steadily, careful not to wake the maids, guards off duty and of course my parents.
"No," she replies. "Are you gonna go to sleep now?" She asks as we near the top of the stairs.
"Are you?"
"Not until you are."
"Aww that's cute," she didn't see me because it was dark but I winked. "Can I come into your room?"
She was surprised, "uh why?"
"I just wanna see." My room was on the west wing and the spare rooms were on the east which is where the stairs led to. As we walked past the east wing hallway I hold my breath. I've kept that habbit for as long as I can remember. My mother always told me I breathed loud when I was younger so I tried not to breathe at all so I don't disturb mother and father's workers.
"I guess?" Choi Sun whispers as we turn left into the west wing.
I could see my door handle reflecting light off the full moon that was let in through the French windows, adjacent to my room at the very end. Her room was alongside the French windows.
"Just don't touch anything," she says as she puts a hand on the door knob.
"I won't." I promise.
She twists the knob and we enter.
The scent of vanilla fills my nose. "Do you burn candles in here?"
"Yeah," she shrugs making her way to her unmade bed.
I looked around. Her room was a perfect square and nowhere as big as mine. Her single sized bed was pushed right to the corner beside the window, 3 white candles sat on the small ledge. A black framed full length mirror stood in front of the other corner. And on the last corner stood a rack with mostly black, red and denim clothing and a mixture of brown and red leather jackets. On the floor around it was a messy pile of shoes, all black. This is exactly how I imagined her room to be. "Where are your books?"
"Under the bed," she says taking a knife out of her boot then taking it off.
I raise my eyebrows at her.
"What? Am I supposed to fight the assassins empty handed?" She's sassy.
"I didn't say anything," I chuckle. "Besides, it's kinda hot... how you're like bad and stuff." I go over to her and move the pillow so I could sit and lean against the wall.
"I'm not bad, I'm doing my job," she says matter-of-factly.
"Right," I clap my hands together. "How did you like my friends?" I asked lightening the mood a bit.
She props herself up beside me. "Jeonghan is quiet cute," she says.
"Cuter than me?" I pout.
"Much cuter," she says. "Master."
"Stop calling me that," I cross my legs.
"No, I have to," she says stubbornly. "Anyway, Wonwoo and Jungyeon don't seem very couple like don't you think? They seem more like friends to me. You'd think them living together for a year, something would have happened already."
I guess I didn't come up in their conversation when I left them to talk. "I used to date Jungyeon... back in high school."
"Oh," she shifts a little.
"It's fine, we both knew we weren't going to be together." I tried to look unbothered but I was. "What about Minghao and the twins?"
"That Minghao is a bit odd but he's adorable," she says in monotone. "And as for Jia and Jimin I already know them."
"Because of Jisoo hyung?"
She nods, "yeah."
"You like him don't you?" I examine her face.
It doesn't change apart from the ends of her lips curling upwards a little. "It doesn't matter anyway."
I decided to play with her, "you're right. You're mine anyway."
"Master you should stop saying stuff like that."
"Stop calling me master," I put my hands on the bed and shift away from her.
"Why?"
"It-" Don't say it.
"It what?" She tilts her head.
"It turns me on," I blurt out.
She bats her eyelashes in confusion but does not say a word.
"Yeah so just... don't."
She continues to stare at me and then says, "what do I call you then."
I smirk, "daddy."
Her confused face turns into an annoyed one. "You're just playing around now!" Her back slides off the wall and onto her bed. She brings her legs up and starts kicking me.
I start laughing, "stop that tickles!"
She was jabbing her toes at my ribs.
"That's it," I grab her ankles and pull her towards me. I placed her legs over my thighs then grabbed her wrists and pinned them down onto the bed. I smirk down at her, our faces inches apart. "You know you could be my girlfriend for real if you wanted to."
She narrows her eyes, "I honestly really don't want to." In one swift move she wraps her legs around my waist and rolls me off the bed with all her might.
We land on the floor with a thud!
She straddles me on the floor and I was still holding onto her wrists. She lays her elbows on the floor and pins my hands over my head, she closes the gap between our faces so our noses were touching. "Junhui, is that what I should call you?"
I felt her hot breath on my lips. "Or daddy I really don't mind," I say innocently.
"Okay, daddy," she bats her eyelashes.
Oh fuck, that's hot. The way she was on me was hot.
"Are you turned on still?" She gets out of my grip and sits up straight, still on me.
I put my hands under my head. "Well yeah actually."
She sighs, gets up and goes back to her bed. "I'm tired."
I sit up. "Let's go shopping tomorrow."
"What time?" she looks down at me.
"Just whenever you're ready," I stand up and show myself out. I enter my room feeling sleepy out of the blue. I take my phone out, 11:21 pm. I then unlock it and go to my messages.
~Sunny☀️~
Sleep well | 11:23 pm
11:24 | You too.
