The arrangement started months ago.
Neither of you had really known when it started.
Was it that one drunk night? Or when you met again after?
Whatever it was, it stuck for this long, so it was a regular thing, now. Him coming over, you going over.
But this? This wasn't fair.
It'd been too long.
Too damn long.
It'd been almost three weeks since you contacted him.
Three weeks since you invited him over.
Three weeks since you were screaming his name.
Seungwoo knew you were busy with classes but you couldn't spare just one night for him? Did he really have to go out and steal you for him to be able to see you?
He was almost always at your place. Every night, basically.
Were you tired of it? Tired of him?
You weren't answering your messages, or your calls. Were they even getting delivered?
Did you move on? Were you ignoring him for someone else?
Sure, you were just fuck buddies, but did that really give you the right to just cut contact?
Or maybe he was upset because he caught feelings, but was that so bad? Everyone knows that's a risk so he wasn't surprised. Why would you be?
With that thought in mind, he pulled his phone out, dialing your number only for it to go straight to voicemail, the frustration nearly making him throw his phone.
He couldn't take it.
He needed to see you.
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Maybe he was driving too fast, maybe he wasn't. Maybe he was driven by the thoughts of you with someone else, or maybe he was driven by his own greed to have you to himself.
Once he pulled up, there was a second car in your driveway, and that seemed to be his snapping point.
After turning off his car he slammed the door, hoping you heard it.
He knocked on the door continuously, not stopping until he heard the lock click.
He didn't bother saying anything as he walked in, his eyes scanning the room, scoffing when no one was there.
"Where is he?" He nodded, his brows raised.
"What are yo-"
"The car, y/n. I'm not stupid." He laughed bitterly, throwing his jacket on the couch.
"It's Nadia's, what the fuck are you talking about?" Your own brows furrowing.
"Then where is she? Huh? Why is she not here?"
"If you haven't noticed, there's a whole house you're currently not looking at." You glared. "What's it to you if I'm lying or not?"
"Let's talk in private." He glared back.
"What's the point, you've already shouted the first half of the conversation, why not shout the rest?" You crossed your arms.
"Keep it up." He warned, the tone all too familiar, and having you shut up the second he finished talking.
"I think I'm gonna go.." Nadia trailed off as she came into view through the hallway, and you raised a brow at Seungwoo, who seemed ten times more relaxed than when he walked in.
