Dirty Girl

Chapter 12

Yihwa and Fai stood just outside Plern's condo as the taxi drew up. Prae exited and Fai sighed. "Wow, Yihwa, who knew?" Prae was stunning in the simple red silk dress Plern had her wear. The look on her face was not.

Nudging her, "Stop it, Fai. We're here on business not beauty appreciation class." Prae stumbled up, tiredness in every line.

"So that's it? I'm done once I hand this over?"

"If I'm reading the situation correctly, yes. Hand it here."

Prae held on to it, tightly. "Plern will know you opened it. I was warned never to open them."

Yihwa giggled. "It will be fine. I want to confirm the contents and get it on film, Prae. Besides, aren't you the least bit curious?"

Prae hesitated and then sighed, thrusting the envelope into Yihwa's hands. "Do it. I'm in too deep anyways."

Yihwa carefully studied the envelope. Good, she had brought a matching one. She casually tore open an end and shook out a single piece of paper.

Prae snatched it up and almost screamed, "Not money? I've been going to these dirty bars for a fucking piece of paper? That bitch!"

"Oh Prae, it's not just any piece of paper." Yihwa said, "Here, look." She took it back and on it, was written names and dates. "It's her cheat sheet. You're her mule."

"What?" Prae took it back and looked again. "I don't know these names."

"Sure you do! Think, Prae. Professor... " Yihwa prompted gently. "Some I don't recognize, but I'm sure those are for blackmailing."

Fai had already taken pictures, and recorded the opening of the envelope. "Seal it up, Yihwa and let Prae finish the job. We'll stay and take her home."

Plern answered and dragged Prae in. "Any trouble?"

Prae shook her head tiredly. She slowly headed to the bathroom to change when Plern stopped her, handing her a bag. "I've packed your clothes up. You can keep the dress you've got on. I won't be asking you to do the night runs anymore, Prae."

Giggling happily, she plopped down on her couch. "You did well, Prae, better than I expected. Go and look at the KornKnock website sometime and you'll see what I mean." She bent down and started typing.

Prae was stunned and just stood there, holding the paper bag.

"Go, Prae!" Plern snapped, "I have work to do."

"Of course, Plern. Thank you. Good evening." Prae turned and bolted. Plern never even looked at the envelope. Yihwa was right! Freedom! It came at a cost but she was finally free!

Knock was angry. Very, very angry. How could people be so mean as to say he attacked Farm for being with Korn?

Korn tried to calm him down. "Listen, Knock, we can use this to be realistic. Didn't Yihwa say we had to pretend to be fighting anyways?"

"This is wrong, Korn." Knock sat down, tears in his eyes. "Wrong."

Korn was worried. Knock was different than he was. He had always known his feelings and sexuality but Knock had dated many girls before him. Coming out to your parents was one thing, outed to the community was a completely different ball game.

Gathering Knock tightly in his arms, he rocked him like a loved baby. His baby Knock. Close to his ear, he whispered, "No matter what happens, I love you. I've loved you since I was 12 and we played superheroes. You're my SuperKnock."

The tears could shimmer and fall, but a smile can also be found on Knock's face. Sighing deeply, Knock muttered, "Do you know why I won't talk about our first time together?"

"No"

"I was so shameless that night." Knock's face was hot against his chest. "I could blame it on the alcohol, I did blame it on you. But it was me. I was shameless." He twisted to hide better and finally let it all out. All that shame, those newly discovered feelings and desires.

Never once did Knock raise his head from the security of Korn's arms, or the warmth he found listening to his heartbeat. Ba da bum, Ba da bum... This was home and now, he fully understood someone, no, Plern, had attacked his home. He needed to say it now.

"You kissed me. I felt it, felt this heat rise in my belly, made my toes curl. I had heard people say that a good kisser can make your toes curl, but I had kissed a lot of girls and never had my toes curl, or even felt that pinch of desire. I thought they made it up for romance novels or dramas." He wiggled to find just that perfect spot.

Korn groaned and shifted as well. He stayed silent. He had waited months for Knock to tell him this. He wasn't blowing it now.

"So I kissed you back. It happened again and damn it, it was so good. I wanted more. I couldn't deny myself and you asshole, never stopped me. Instead, you told me you loved me! I was angry. You were naked, stripped by my own hands, making me feel all sorts of new things, doing new things to me and you told me 'I love you'." Knock hit him in the arm.

"Do you remember saying that?"

"No, I don't." Korn replied, shocked.

"It was the hottest thing in the world." Knock's face flamed. Korn could feel it warming again. "You'd just finish sucking me dry and still on your knees, you looked up at me and told me I was beautiful and you loved me." Knock hit him again. "You're a cheesy asshole."

Korn tightened his arms around him and smiled. "You love me, too. Cheese and all."

"I think I spread my own ass for you that night." Knock dipped his chin lower, not noticing the movement slid fabric over Korn's sensitive nipples. "God, I was shameless, offering myself up like a virgin sacrifice."

"You were so sexy that night. It was everything I wanted. I was happy, even if I never had another night with you." Korn bent close to his ear, desire evident in his deepening voice.

"I was so ashamed the next morning, I couldn't accept it and blamed it on the alcohol. I even blamed you but I was more angry that you refused to make me accountable for my own actions. You knew me well enough to know I wasn't drunk."

Korn couldn't take it anymore. He tipped Knock's chin up and kissed him. "I didn't care. I felt guilty. I knew you were straight. I didn't want you fucking me out of some stupid reason like friendship. If beating me up was the price to pay, I'd pay it."

"Is that why you've been insisting we had to talk? You think I fucked you the first time out of duty?" Knock felt slighted. Didn't Korn know how hot he really was?