Yearned phases

Chapter 20

*Beep... Bee-*
-"Hello?!"

-"Wonho! I am sooo sorry for not picking up the phone or reading any of the messages! I was so drowned into work that the thought of checking my phone hadn't even crossed my mind, I am once again, sooo sorry!" I almost cried out, hoping that he wouldn't get mad at me and understand my pain.

-"It's fine, don't worry about it! I figured you'd be busy anyway... are you done now though? If you want I can come by? I'm still at the gym though, so I'll have to shower and change before I come by. Is that okey?" He asked, genuinely caring about how I'd feel about it.

-"Yes of course! But before you do that... can you please order some take out? I haven't eaten all day, and I doubt you have... I know it's late and everything but baby this stomach is going to go bankrupt if I have to wait any longer!" I said, as I pouted my lips. He obviously couldn't see that but he figured I was annoyed.

-"Sure! Is there anything particular that my beautiful lady wants? Or perhaps... craves?" He asked, hoping that it would somehow turn me on.

-"Well... how about some Chinese fried rice?" I asked him.

-"Chinese?!?! Damn girl... I thought you were into korean dishes..." He responded, disappointed with the answer that he had just received.

-"What are you talking about?! I'm into all sorts of foods! I'm just really craving some Chinese fried rice, so can you pleaseee just bring it over?" I asked him impatiently, clueless of the hint he had given me.

-"Okay. But I will bring some KOREAN fried rice too, just in case you'd want that too!" He reassured me as he accentuated the word 'Korean'.

-"Ah, oookay. Just please hurry up!" I told him.

-"Yes, yes. Bye, bye, love!"

-"Bye bye, love you-" I said until I realized what was going on and what I was doing. My eyes became wide, and terror was written all over my face.
-"I mean.. ahahah.. I mean, I'll see you soon! Bye!" I quickly told him.

-"Bye-" Poor man DIDNT even get the chance to answer me as I hung up on him at the speed of light.

I felt bad for him, but then again if I fucked up, I just want to find my mistake. Fix it. And then move on like nothing happened!

Around half an hour had passed since our conversation on the phone and the door to my office opens.

A strong smell of soy sauce and ginger was flooding the room as Wonho entered with the food in one of his hands, that he was holding in a bag.

He was wearing grey sweatpants, a black oversized crew neck hoodie, a black cap and grey shoes.

He was so hot, so effortlessly. I don't think he realizes how much power he holds in his hands, because each day he never fails to amaze me!

At last he finally seated himself next to me, where he had to move one of the guest chairs in order to be able to do so. And then he handed over my little box of fried rice, and then he took his own box of food.

-"Why did you bother taking one of the seats next to me? You could have just sat in front on me, you know..." I asked him, and then looking away kind of mumbling the last sentence. I was shy and scared that he would take it the wrong way.

-"Do you not like the fact that I am sitting next to you? Does it make you feel uncomfortable? If it does then I can move, but otherwise I'm not going to!" He said, kind of protesting against the idea of sitting in front of me.

-"I mean, I don't mind. I'm just saying, it's easier to look at you if you sit in front of me instead of beside me." I pointed out, so he wouldn't get wrong ideas.

-"But maybe you are not supposed to look at me..." he said as he leaned back in his chair.
-"Maybe... we aren't even supposed to do this at this hour... it's too late." He let me know.

-"What do you mean?" I ask, as I reach in for my last bite of food.

My eyes accidentally traveled somewhere else though. They made their way down as they got distracted by the visible length forming in his grey sweatpants.

And as if that wasn't enough, I got so nervous by that, that I choked a little.

I reached for my water bottle, and chugged half of its content, hoping it would stop soon.

He looked serious for a second, as he started to worry for me. But soon after that he relaxed, as he saw that I was just fine after drinking some water.

-"... You do realize that when I said that I was bringing some Korean food I meant that I was bringing myself... right?" He asked me.

-"Wait. What's that supposed to mean? That you are the food?" I giggled at him. But he didn't have the same reaction as me.

-"Well... if you are craving dessert, you can always get a taste, darling." He winked at me, as a smirk was forming on his face...