You Were My Love

Scene 77 - Data

Hello everyone!

Sorry it took me so long :

I was busy with the boys some part of the day! ^^

Who saw the movie of their Seoul concert??

Take care,

Sending love!

Laety_KC

 

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Too bad.

He would have liked to take a glance at that place.

This was where the cutie lived and he sure would have gotten a kick out of seeing this place...

He wasn't really into guys, but that one...

... That one...

... He really was something...

He indulged in the thought of his sweet scent, his appetizing plump lips, and his alluring moves ... and ... his amazing ass...

But that blonde dude, he was always keeping watch over him like some frenzied Cerberus that would stand guard, and he never had a chance at getting at the cutie...

So today was just the best opportunity he would have at snatching something he could later fantasize about, and -

A tapping high-heeled foot put an end to his train of thoughts.

It seemed he wouldn't have it his way now either...

"I'll manage from here, thank you," she said.

Her words were polite but her tone and body language made it clear that he was to leave.

Not that he was supposed to though, as a janitor.

After opening the door, his left hand reluctantly left the knob, while his right hand let go of the magnetic card and let it drop back down to dangling on the strap that wrapped around his neck.

He handed her a crumpled small note.

"Here are the cleaning lady's days." he proudly commented.

Holding it with the tips of her fingers, she took the note with a hardly hidden disgusted look and put it in a tissue which she folded and shoved in her Hermes Birkin purse, after that retrieving a small packet from it.

He looked at the door that was ajar, then at the pretty manicured hand that was handing him a bulky envelope.

Without a word, he took the stationery item and he opened it, trying in vain to prevent the smirk on his face as he low-key checked the fat bunch of banknotes.

"Shin Saimdag has always been my favorite," he commented with a dumb chuckle.

He raised his gaze to the pretty face.

"Let me know if you need anything else," he eyed her greedily.

"Goodbye," she insisted, crossing her arms on her chest, and he finally got the clue and left.

She waited until he had turned around the corner of the hall and entered the place, casting a last glance in the corridor to make sure nobody could see her trespassing.

Her first steps were careful and slow.

As though she was expecting somebody to show up any second.