Love

Five || Moving Different

A/N: Some mature speech. It might make some people uncomfortable...idk *shrug* Enjoy! ((also, don't be a silent reader. comment, comment, comment!))

"You doing anything tonight?" 

She waited for me to get off work. I smile at that. We've walked the distance to our apartment buildings often over the past few weeks. That is, when she isn't with Chan-woo. That's happening more often now, too. 

"No. I was going to try and find something to do, but I don't have any work and I don't have enough laundry to pay to wash any. Why?" 

"I was wondering if you wanted to get dinner or something," she says casually. My heart beats faster. "I asked a few friends from my department but they were going out clubbing with some guys from your department. Did you get invited?" 

My tight lipped smile gives her my answer. "I don't get invited to things anymore. Not after I was so quiet at your karaoke party." 

Her brow furrows cutely. "That was almost six months ago."

"I know." I pull open the company door for her and she steps out onto the sidewalk. "I don't care very much. I think they all finally got the hint that I don't really know any of them." 

"You should try to know them. Maybe you'd be more likable." 

"Am I unlikable?" 

She shrugs and pulls her purse higher on her shoulder. "Dinner?"

I squint my eyes at her suspiciously, but shrug as well. "Why not?" 

When we arrive to a tiny restaurant, she orders various meats, vegetables, and, of course, rice. One of the meats is bulgogi. I try not to crinkle my nose at the mention of the food I once loved that has now become distasteful. 

She pours me a drink and I accept it with a thank you. She turns away from me to take her shot. 

"Why haven't you been with Chan-woo this week?" I take my own shot respectfully and crinkle my nose as the alcohol burns softly down my throat. 

She sighs as she pours another drink. "He's feeling off, he said." She takes the shot again and immediately pours a third. "He's been weird lately. He's not as affectionate and touchy as he used to be. He...he moves differently when he's with me. I think he might be falling out of love." 

She downs her third shot and moves to pour a fourth but I stop her hand with mine. 

"Maybe he's just having an off week," I suggest. "It happens." 

Her brow furrows. She pushes my hand away from hers and finally pours the shot. She hands it over to me, which shocks me. 

"It isn't just this week, though. It's been the last few weeks. It's like he's been leading up to it." 

"Talk to him about it." I throw back the drink and swallow quickly. "Moving differently doesn't mean falling out of love." 

She fiddles with her fingers, almost like she's nervous to speak. I notice. 

"What?" 

"It's not...moving differently." 

"What?" 

"He's..." She swallows as she makes eye contact with me, then looks back down to her still empty shot glass. "He's moving differently...during sex." 

My eyebrows shoot up and my heart pangs. The pain is indescribable. I don't understand where it comes from. 

"Oh."