Poisonous Lies- Seungri Fanfiction

Chapter 3

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Blackness surrounded the edges of Asami's vision as she blinked her eyes open. She reached over to her nightstand to grab her phone. Why hadn't the stupid thing woken her up? As her hand groped nothing but the air, she leaned over to see nothing but open space. She suddenly sat up and looked around to see an unfamiliar room. She was lying on a couch in the middle of a strange living room with a blanket over her. It was much too expensive to belong to any random person.

She pushed herself up and started towards what looked like a kitchen. The house was extremely quiet, except for the sound of her bare feet slapping the floor. A chill prickled the skin on her arms and she rubbed them vigorously. The jacket that she had been wearing the night before was gone, and so were her shoes. She peered back around the corner to check the couch; there was nothing but the blanket.

Asami made her way over to a hallway as silently as possible, and peeked into the first door. It was a bathroom. And a nice one too. Everything was spotlessly clean and organized. Backing out, she pushed the door closed and continued onto the next one. This one was a bit farther down the hallway. Inside was some sort of office. There was a desk on the far side of the room and cabinets on either side. On the desk were papers covered in writing. Reading them, they appeared to her as lyrics. Where was she?

The final room loomed over her at the end. Maybe the person that lived here would be in there. If only Asami hadn't been so tired, she would've remembered the night before much clearer. But now it was all a hazy memory. Quietly, she walked in to find a dimly lit room. The blinds blocked out the sun, and there was another door to the left beside a full body mirror. In the center of the room was a bed. She was about to back up when she saw the covers shift slightly.

As she got closer, she could see jet black hair and tan skin which belonged to a male. She made her way around to the other side and a face came into sight. It belonged to none other than Seunghyun. Asami rolled her eyes in annoyance. Of course, they had watched that movie last night. He had picked her up and took her to his car. She remembered protesting, but she was half asleep and couldn't fight back.

A small voice in the back of her mind pushed through, telling her to leave before he woke up. But another voice told her to stay awhile. She gazed at his exposed torso and dropped to her knees beside him. His back muscles were perfectly toned, and his firm-looking chest was rising and falling with each breath. Asami felt a warmth spread through her cheeks. There was not doubt that he was attractive. But she knew that she couldn't think like that.

Turning to leave, she quietly walked over to the door, only to brush against a dresser. The drawers jostled their contents, and she winced. Looking over her shoulder, Asami checked to see if her little accident had woken him.

The sheets quivered and twisted as Seunghyun shifted onto his other side to face her. His eyes drifted open as she backed away under the threshold. But it was too late. He had seen her. A smile formed on his lips, and he sat up.

"Good morning, Asami," he greeted her casually. A little too casually.

Asami opened her mouth but couldn't will herself to speak. Why was she in his bedroom? She should've left before he had awoken.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked her, standing up from his bed to reveal his toned abs. Aside from the sheets that still clung to his body, he wore nothing but boxer shorts.

She turned her head away, completely overwhelmed by the sight. "Ugh! Put some clothes on!" She spotted a shirt on the floor and flung it at him.

"Okay, okay," he laughed, and Asami heard cloth brushing against skin as he slipped his shirt over his head. "Don't act like you weren't gawking at me."