THE LEGENDARY HOT GIRL | ATEEZ 18+

13 | ARE YOU NERVOUS NOW?

"I have a task for you," Seonghwa walks into the room and discards his jacket.

His personal caretaker retrieved it from the ground and waits on her knees as he proceeds to unbutton his best. "There's someone I need to convince but he's not quite... impressionable. However, I was informed that his current wife has some influence over him."

I crawl towards the end of the bed where Seonghwa stands and rise to my knees, assisting him in unbuttoning his shirt. Button by button, I slowly ravish in the view. His beautiful bare chest where a massive scar lies, definitely a gash from a sword of some sort.

Who the fuck uses swords in this day and age?

Nevertheless, I was fascinated by it. It was unbelievable how something so horrid could become so exquisite to me. How something that would be perceived as a flaw became perfect to me.

The further I get down each row of abs, the more my hands start to shake. I can see the faint hairs of his happy trail leading down to his belt line.

Was I drooling?

I reach to help him with his belt but Seonghwa grabs my hand. "You don't want to do that," he warns me.

"And what if I do?" I challenge, looking him straight in the eyes.

Seonghwa's eyes are fierce, strong and piercing. His jaw clenches ever so slightly. It's like he's trying to refrain himself from doing or saying something but in the end, he keeps his composure. "You don't," he says. My fiancé then runs his fingers through my hair, messily grabbing at the roots. "Not unless you want to have my babies."

Everyone who was in the room quickly scurries out.

"You're no fun," I back away from him and crawl back to my spot against the headboard. I return to pretending to do homework at my own dismay.

Seonghwa then turns around and unbuttons his own pants. "We leave soon," he tells me.

"Where are we going?" I ask, looking up from my books. My eyes are stuck on his bare back, captivated by the rippling muscles. His biceps naturally flex with every movement. I start to wonder how it'd feel to run my fingers down his arms, to have my nails clawing at his back.

Snap out of it.

"Two hours, we're taking a jet to California," he tells me.

"I have school tomorrow," I pretend to care.

"I'll write an excuse," he says.

You don't have to tell me twice.

I leap out of bed and the first thing I do is change into a comfortable pair of sweats. A flight from New York to Cali would approximately be like six hours, that's six hours of Seonghwa and I stuck on a private jet together. Six hours of nonstop flirting. Six hours.

I pack lightly since I was told that I'd be appointed a stylist for the night of the event. I wasn't worried much about what I'd wear since I could literally pull off a garbage bag if I had to.

We board at sunset with the twins seeing us off and wishing us well.

"Bye, have fun!" San shouts.

Wooyoung waves as he frantically jumps up and down. "Get me a souvenir!"

"Okay! Bye!!" I wave them both off before boarding.

The interior is just as luxurious as the exterior. There's a lot of dark, polished wood to contrast with the iconic monotone theme. There were six belted recliners in total with two couches installed in the wall. From what I could see there was one tiny hallway with four bunks and a door that was probably a bathroom. There was another door at the end of the hallway, probably the master bedroom. As for the other side of the jet, there was a massive mini bar that I don't think I should even consider mini. A flight attendant stands behind the bar already preparing Seonghwa a drink.