THE LEGENDARY HOT GIRL | ATEEZ 18+

19 | NOT WHEN I'M HORNY

"Did you pack my pillow?" Wooyoung tries to unzip his suitcase but San slaps his hand away.

The sun was just beginning to rise but none of us have yet fully arisen ourselves. Seonghwa and I slept uncomfortably with the twins taking up half of the bed, San refusing to sleep on anything that wasn't expensive enough for his athletic back. Despite the couch being literally five thousand dollars of soft cushion wrapped in high quality faux-leather.

Wooyoung watches as his brother snatches his luggage away and hands it over to one of the men.

"Yes, now hurry up so we can leave already," San is the first one to board the jet.

Wooyoung turns to me looking the most stoic of the bunch. "Excuse me for not looking forward to being pushed off a hundred meter slope."

"No ones blaming you," I ruffle his hair with a not-so empathic grin.

"Am I gonna die?" He asks as we walk up the steps together.

Probably not.

The flight to Hokkaido was the longest I've ever been entrapped in a hunk of metal. Upon landing in Hokkaido I took the time to update my fan base with selfies. The likes ran up to a million within the hour, many commenting about how much they've missed me. The other half were about Seonghwa and asking for selfies with him. The rest of the comments were the usual haters telling me I should go die in a hole.

We booked our own penthouse suite at a resort in Niseko with the brothers in the adjoining room next door. The instant we arrived, Seonghwa and Yunho excused themselves to speak business— leaving the twins and I to fend for ourselves. We headed down to the restaurant and spent the majority of our evening there before the twins decided they'd go to one of the nightclubs across town.

Apparently San wanted to get lucky tonight and that meant that Wooyoung would have to find himself accompanying Seonghwa and I in our living room. I felt somewhat bitter since I haven't had any real action in forever and even contemplated snitching on him, but I opted to mind my own business as per usual.

I went to the bar and spent a good amount of time there drinking with my fake ID and just observing the people around me. After a while, you get sick of being on your phone all the time. You start to miss all the little things in life, the simpleness of just being present.

It wasn't until my fourth shot of vodka had someone interrupted me.

"I thought I saw a familiar face," says the man as he takes the seat across from me.

My eyes first glance at his Hermès belt, his black slacks and then a matching button up. My eyes trailed up his half-unbuttoned top, the bareness of his pale chest and then finally— his face.

"Hongjoong?" I grin, surprised to have ran into him here out of all places. "What the hell are you doing here?"

What a coincidence.

"Business," he sets down his wallet and phone on the table, raising one hand in the air. The waiter approaches us and takes down his order. "Keep them coming," he says.

Hongjoong then grins at me, the little smile lines forming on the sides of his cheeks. He glances at all of my empty glasses and slowly finds my gaze. We stare at one another in silence for a moment and I've never felt such intensity from a simple gesture. He's not even doing anything and I can feel the tension radiating between the both of us.

He thanks the waiter after his drink arrives and devours it at one go. "I was going to call you but I've gotten quite busy lately."

"It happens," I say. It wasn't like I was actually waiting for him to call...