The Game of Love

Chapter 2 - Routine

Life got back to normal and I forgot all about the man I had my fun little encounter with. All week I was more relaxed, that night of release was exactly what I needed to get back on track. Work felt less annoying and so did the people that I had to interact with. I can't remember the last time I felt this calm... that's not true, I could remember, it had just been a very long time. The momentary set back of my memory of 'him' almost made me want to hit the club scene again this weekend, but I think I'll pass this week. I didn't have much steam to blow off, and no friends to have fun with, so I'd just save myself the trouble and have a drink at home and cuddle under a blanket watching a movie. Yes, that was a good plan for this weekend.

Saturday came and I was happy for the weekend. Time to relax and do absolutely nothing! Day of vegging out, here I come! Well, okay, first laundry and some cleaning chores, but soon enough a good book, maybe a nap and then wine and movies! It's been a while since I had stayed in willingly and in a good mood.

Feeling satisfied, having finished the house work and put fresh sheets on the bed, I grabbed my favorite plush blanket, a glass of red wine and curled up on the couch to stream some horror movies. Nothing like wine, jump scares and some exciting suspense to keep me entertained for hours. Somewhere around 8pm and halfway through my first movie, just as the killer popped out from behind a car in a dark parking lot, the girl screamed, a knock hit my door and I jumped out of my skin!

"WHAT THE FUCK!", just who the hell was knocking on my door at this hour? Too late for those kids selling shit for school or the churchy people coming to preach salvation from my life of sin...

Irritated, I kicked off the blanket, paused the movie and went to see who my thorn was. What the hell?? Why can't I see through my peek hole? Those damn kids put duct tape over it again as a joke... let me guess, they rang and ran. Fucking kids... I opened the door fast, nearly spilling my glass of wine and started to yell, only to be shocked into silence.

There in front of me was a familiar face... a well built, handsome man, arm leaning against the door frame, leg crossed at the ankle. Just as my brain was making sense of what I was seeing, his head tilted up and eyes deviously met mine with a smirk.

"Hey, baby."

"YOU! What the hell are you doing at my house this late!?"

"I told you I'd see you this weekend. Did you miss me?"

"Not even in the slightest. Go away.", I started to close the door, but his foot stopped it. "Going to add home invasion to your list of deviations?"

"It's not an invasion if you invite me in."

"Why would I do that?"

"Because you want me to come inside...", his tone alerted me to his filthy double meaning... pig.

"Go home, Hoseok... I just want to watch my movie and be left alone."

"You remembered my name.", he smiled brightly.

"Yes, because I don't fuck a new person every night."

"Hey! I don't fuck someone EVERY night!"

"Often enough... Why are you here??", I was growing annoyed.

"Let me in and I'll show you."

"No way, pervert! I'm done with your ass. I got what I wanted and so did you. Go mess with someone else."

"Mmmm, you are right, I got want I wanted...", he moved forward to push further into my home, "And I want it again... this time with no games. I want to hear you moan and scream from beginning to end; to feel all those moves you promised..."