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Across the Hall Part 4

Hey guys! Here is the next part of the series, and I am so sorry about the wait! This one is a little shorter than the previous parts, but part 5 will be the last part of this story, and I wanted to have a little drama left for that part. I will hopefuly have that up by the end of the weekend!

Thank you all for reading!

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

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The next morning, I woke up to a blinding sun, a pounding head, and a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. Recalling the slightly drunken hookup in a supply closet the night before elicited emotions I tried desperately to reel back in. Though I promised myself I would keep it all contained while near Jiyong, my familiar bed seemed to encourage self-doubt and tears. I wiped my eyes, finally, and cursed myself for being such a baby as I made my way into the kitchen in search of any kind of pain relief medication for the awful headache.

I grabbed a water to try to calm my rowdy stomach and silently thanked God it was the weekend. I moseyed off towards my bedroom, more than ready to climb back into bed to sulk for the rest of the day, when my phone chimed at a message notification.

Unknown: Y/N…I’m sorry.

I bit my lip as I let my head fall backwards. Sorry for which part? Pulling me along across North America to “get to know me”? For leaving me high and dry and making me out to be some crazed fan? Or for fucking me in the janitor’s closet just for a quickie?

Me: For what, Jiyong?

Jiyong: For everything.

Jiyong: We probably shouldn’t have done...that last night.

Me: We? That? Is that what you constitute as everything?

Jiyong: No, but that is the most recent thing that comes to mind.

Jiyong: And also, as far as I remember, you were an active participant.

I bit my lip as I read his messages. He’s right: I have a thing for being intimate with Kwon Jiyong. Probably because I thought we had an important connection, but it apparently wasn’t reciprocated.

Jiyong: You’ve always been an active participant—from the day we met, if memory serves me right. Just in case you forgot.

Okay, that was definitely hurtful. I suddenly felt the urge to throw up, feeling as though I was being compared to a cheap hooker. Always willing, always down, always on her knees.

Me: Well I wish I hadn’t been. Guess I’m just too willing to give myself away.

Me: Thanks.

Me: Maybe working on the video is too close to home for you. I’ll have someone take over on Monday.

And with that, I shut my phone off and ran to the bathroom. The anxiety rising in my chest forced my stomach to empty, and I was soon dry heaving with nothing to give. What was I supposed to do? I couldn’t work with Jiyong, no matter how advantageous to my career it would be. Did he really only think of me as an “active participant”? Maybe he only invited me on tour to fulfill his needs. “Get to know you better,” he said. “It gets lonely on tour.” Now, everything seemed to be presented in a new, different light. I felt the impending doom, the demons crawling up my spine once again to whisper all my previous doubts into my ear. I felt cheap. I sarcastically laughed at the excitement I had felt for being relocated to Seoul and for seeing Jiyong again. My life was a big joke, and I somehow had missed the punchline.

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When Monday morning rolled around, I had managed to suppress every little ounce of emotion I had and put my game face on. It was the morning of the partnership meeting with YG, and I felt the immense pressure of cutting a deal no matter what. I decided I would stay true to my word and assign someone else to Jiyong’s video. I hadn’t thought too much about who I would place in charge, but I knew it had to be brought up in the meeting.

As I walked through the glass door of the main office, Mi Na rushed up to take the stack of paperwork I cradled in my arm. Looking up, I noticed the sour look she gave me as she ushered me into my office.

“Why haven’t you been answering your phone?! I’ve been trying to reach you to make sure you were ready for this meeting, and everyone keeps asking about your plans!” She rushed, closing my door with a loud thud.

“Okay first of all, my phone has been off all weekend, and I still haven’t turned it back on. Second, it’s none of their business what I have planned for the meeting. Negotiations never go as planned, and I’m not about to let people dictate how I run my business. And third, don’t slam my door. Only I get to do that.”

My assistant sighed a response, hanging her head in apology, and I quickly sat down at my desk. I almost felt bad for being so stern with her—almost. I had spent most of the night before preparing for this meeting, but I wanted to make sure I was completely ready.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. Anyways, here’s some messages from this morning and over the weekend. Apparently G-Dragon has been trying to contact you about design plans for a different project? I gave his assistant your personal email in case you hadn’t set up your work email from your home computer yet,” Mi Na rattled off, handing me a small stack of messages.

My eyes widened, and I opened and closed my mouth a few times with a lack of words. I turned my phone off for a reason, but I guess not having the last word for once really had an effect on Jiyong. I finally nodded and sat down to open my email. Mi Na left to make some copies, and I closely monitored the door while selecting the first email in my inbox with Jiyong’s handle.

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To: Ms. Y/N L/N

From: Kwon Jiyong – YG Entertainment

Subject: Designer in Red

Y/N,

I’m guessing you turned your phone off, and this is me hoping you will at least check your email more frequently—it is the professional thing to do.

I don’t want a new designer. I liked your ideas. If you wish to not work on further projects, that’s your call. I did, however, request you stay project leader for anything regarding me or BigBang activities in the expected partnership with YG. It would be quite beneficial to your career here in Korea if you remain related to my activities—not to brag.

I will be dropping by Tuesday to discuss further design proposals. Should we meet at your main office or your studio? I must say, your studio would be more comfortable and…private.

See ya,

Jiyong

P.s. Red looks really good on you—maybe you should wear some on Tuesday.

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My face and chest was majorly heated by the time I finished the email, and I felt light-headed. I was overwhelmed. Beneficial to my career? Future proposals? I suddenly had the urge to find a way to cut off any partnership, though I knew it was impossible.

Mi Na softly knocked on the glass door before clearing her throat. “Y/N, are you okay? You look flustered.”

“U-um yeah, can you grab me a glass of water really quickly? I feel a little hot.”

As Mi Na left to grab some water, I quickly sent Jiyong a reply.

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To: Kwon Jiyong – YG Entertainment

From: Ms. Y/N L/N

Subject: Re: Designer in Red

Jiyong,

I’m guessing you can’t stand not having the last word? Just because you’re used to getting everything you demand doesn’t mean I’ll be fulfilling orders.

I’m sorry to disappoint, but I’m pretty sure a partnership with YG in general will benefit me, as I am the face of this company now—not to brag.

If you would like to meet Tuesday to go over designs, please make an appointment with my assistant, Mi Na, at our main office. My studio is a personal space not used for meetings unless I specifically ask or under extreme circumstances.

Thanks for your concern,

Y/N

P.s. I will wear nothing but bright yellow from now on.

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I sighed as I ran my fingers through my hair furiously. What was I going to do about Jiyong? He was so full of himself, so…not the Jiyong I had come to know and fall for. Why has he so suddenly flipped on me? I couldn’t think straight, and it was nearing the meeting time with YG.

How was I going to stand my ground now?

I flopped down on the studio couch as soon as my blazer hit the floor. The partnership with YG was signed and confirmed, yet my least favorable terms still stood. I was indefinitely tied to Jiyong, and I began to wonder if the adoption of my more valuable terms was worth it.

I kicked off my heels, leaving me in the dark blue dress that hugged my curves in all the right places, and I made my way to the kitchen. I knew there had to be a bottle of wine I had hidden somewhere in the cooler, and I was relieved to know my memory was still intact. As I made my way to the sitting area, the harsh buzzer of the door rang in my ears. Mi Na knew the code to get in—who was at the door? I glanced at my surroundings and quickly grabbed the nearest chisel to defend myself with as I slowly approached the security camera near the door.

My head dropped back as I recognized the suspect, sighing as I pressed the speaker button.

“What are you doing here?”

“I was in the neighborhood and saw you go inside. Please open up, people are starting to stare.”

Jiyong pulled his hat down and his mask up as he looked over his shoulder timidly. I closed my eyes for a second before opening the door, walking straight back into the studio without a glance toward the man suddenly invading my life.

“Well hello to you, too,” he muttered.

“Are you sure you weren’t following me? It’s creepy, Jiyong.”

He visibly rolled his eyes, taking off his mask and hat as he sat on the couch across from me. “I wouldn’t follow you, that’s not my style. My friend just opened a gallery down the street. I was there and saw you come in and decided to stop by.” He eyed me for a moment before grabbing the glass of wine I had set out for myself. “I thought you were going to start wearing bright yellow—I was looking forward to it.”

I rolled my eyes, but the pink running up from my chest to my neck gave away my true reaction. “Sure, would you like a glass of wine?” I sarcastically waved him off as I drug myself back to the kitchen for another glass. “Sorry to disappoint. Blue isn’t good enough for you?”

“Actually, blue is hot, too. Just being completely honest here, any color looks pretty hot on you.”

A gasp shuddered out of me as I whipped around to glare at Jiyong. What was he doing to me?

He held his hands up in playful defense. “Sorry, I was just being honest, here.”

I shook my head as I reached for a second glass, trying to control the emotions that were trying to rise up. “I don’t know if that’s appropriate, Mr. Kwon. If you’re here to talk about designs, then let’s talk about designs.”

“Why are you being so cold?”

“Why do you think, Jiyong? Every time I’m around you it doesn’t end well.”

Jiyong drew a sharp breath before picking up his wine glass and joining me in the kitchen. “I’m not here to talk about designs, Y/N. I’m just here to see you. I for one didn’t think last time ended all that badly,” he spoke quietly, almost as if he was the shy boy I met on the 18th floor of a fancy hotel last summer.

“You don’t think fucking me and then leaving before I could even get my pants back up my legs was good? Maybe it was from your perspective, but it sure had me feeling pretty cheap,” I bit, trying to focus on pouring another glass of wine, my eyes on the verge of betraying me.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t—I’m sorry. I was kind of upset with myself. You deserve better than a gross supply closet in a barbecue restaurant.”

I was suddenly highly aware of the closing space between Jiyong and I, and I couldn’t decide if I wanted him to leave me be or to fuck me here on the kitchen counter. One thing I had never understood was the driving force that always lead to me being underneath Kwon Jiyong. I rolled my eyes, but inside I was wondering why he had become so moody. It made me think back to the New York show, when I had been the moody one, and Jiyong had just sat back and taken the insults I had thrown. They weren’t directly towards him, nor were they even true, but he had let me throw a tantrum after an obviously bad phone call with a client. Once I had quit pacing the room and taken a deep breath, Jiyong had silently pulled me into his arms and kissed my shoulder. That night was the first night I had realized I didn’t quite feel like we were “just fucking” anymore, and I had thought I could tell from his eyes that Jiyong was starting to feel the same. I sighed, letting a bitter chuckle fall at the memory.

“What’s so funny?” Jiyong’s voice whispered in my ear.

I jumped as his hands came to caress my hips, his chest ever so slightly grazing my back. I could almost feel him, and the muscles in my back seemed to tense one by one as he snaked his hands around my waist. My inner mind, deep, deep down, was screaming at my brain to shake him off, to reel it back in. My body, on the other hand, had a mind of its own. His right hand started to rake up my body, only stopping when strands of my hair were wrapped tightly between his fingers. My mind blanked, and my head fell back as I closed my eyes. I let out a soft groan from the slight pain his small tug on my hair brought, and I had totally forgotten the emotions I had felt just a minute before. Fuck him, he knew I loved having my hair pulled.

“I miss you Y/N. I miss fucking you,” he whispered, grinning against my neck as my hips jolted backwards towards him. My hands clenched around the wine bottle I had previously been trying to re-cork. “And judging by how eager you were to fuck the other night…” his voice was muffled as he moved his lips up my neck to circle my ear lobe.

“What?” I breathed, not catching his last few words.

“I want to fuck you again, Y/N. No strings attached.”

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bigbanggot7stories · 8 years ago

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Across the Hall Part 3

I hope this is okay to read. I hope y'all enjoy!

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The small café was attached to the building I lived in, and if you didn’t pass by it every day, you probably would never notice it. I had been meaning to stop in over the week I had been in Seoul, but I didn’t have a chance with all of the office preparation and moving I had been doing.

I look a deep breath before opening the loud door, bowing at the owner sitting at the front counter. Jiyong and his friends were the only people at a table in the back of the room, so I made my way over to the group after mentally preparing myself for the worst.

“Hey,” I spoke softly, hoping to only gain the attention of the man I was intending to see.

Before Jiyong could open his mouth, however, the woman sitting next to him spoke up.

“Not to be rude or anything, sweetie, but he’s just here to have a good time with some friends. It would be really cool if you’d just let him be.”

I’m sure I looked like a deer caught in the headlights with my mouth slightly open as I looked over to Jiyong and Tae Hee. The singer’s manager chuckled a little and spoke first.

“It’s okay, she’s the fan from America. We’re just going to talk to her for a quick minute,” he said, motioning for Jiyong to get up as he stood from his chair.

As I followed the two out into the street, I could hear conversation resuming behind us.

“That girl needs a clue.”

“Yeah, but he did take her on the rest of the tour. He probably got her hopes up.”

“Probably, but did she really think he’d want anything to do with her after? He told me he stopped talking to her because he really didn’t thin—“

The door shut with a thud behind us, cutting off all access to the conversation inside. I put my hands in my coat pocket, slowly teetering on my heels as I waited for the men before me to speak.

“Y/N, listen. I know we had a lot of fun together, but I need you to delete my number. I think it’s best we just pretend we don’t know each other, y’know? I told you we would never be serious, and I let this go on a lot longer than I should have,” Jiyong said, his face cold and blank.

“What…? I mean I get that you don’t want to be serious, I didn’t either, really, I just thou—“

“That’s it, though. I shouldn’t have even let there be a chance of a thought in your mind. Before you showed up today, I thought if I just ignored you, you would eventually go away. I didn’t think you would leak my number or anything, so I just left it alone. But I can’t do that anymore,” he vaguely explained, creating more and more questions in my head.

“I don’t really understand, honestly…”

“It means—just give me your phone,” Tae Hee interrupted, ripping the cellphone out of my upturned hand. Jiyong looked at the ground as he took a step away from me to allow Tae Hee to delete his contact information from my phone. I silently nodded my head, waiting to have my phone returned to me as the tears welled up. “Oh, and sign this.”

I hadn’t noticed the documents he handed to me with my phone before we moved outside, causing a look of confusion to take over my features.

“What is this?”

“What does it look like? It’s a contract. It basically says you can’t make any allegations against Jiyong or anyone around him in any way, shape, or form. You can’t tell anyone about the time you spent together, or we will sue you for everything you have. And if you don’t sign it, we can still sue you for defamation, by the way,” Tae Hee spit out.

“I’m well aware of that, Thanks. Let me just read over it really quickly.”

“Why don’t you just sign the damn thing? I just told you what it meant.”

“She never signs anything she doesn’t read first,” Jiyong spoke up, painfully reminding me that this was, in fact, a real situation I was in.

I sighed as I signed both copies, cradling the courtesy copy to my chest as I took a step back from Jiyong and his manager.

“I’m sorry it had to come to this, Y/N. Truly.” Jiyong said, each word digging further into my chest.

“It’s okay,” I waivered, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from crying. “I just want you to be happy, okay? Don’t let being a superstar take you down. You’re good, Jiyong.”

Jiyong nodded, sucking in his cheeks before opening his arms for a friendly hug, but I bowed quickly and rushed back up the stairs before he could take a step closer to me. If the past eight months felt so much like a fantasy, there were no words to describe the hurt and pain I was feeling in that moment.

For the first time since meeting Jiyong, I felt as though I had made the worst decision of my life. I could imagine my parents mocking me from across the ocean with their ‘I told you so’ and ‘you should have listened to your daddy.’ I felt so untrustworthy, like I had no business even running the company I was newly placed in charge of. I felt as though I wasn’t good enough, like I hadn’t spent eight months successfully convincing myself it didn’t matter the status difference between us.

I had tried so hard to put some distance between us in the beginning, and it was only after Jiyong constantly reminded me he liked me that I opened up. It took a lot of reassurance to get so close to him, and now I felt everything was a lie. After all, who would want to be with someone like me?

It took an entire weekend of tears to pick myself up and make my way back to my studio. I still wasn’t okay by far, but the therapy that came with designing and keeping my brain occupied was enough incentive to get me out of my apartment.

“You have a big meeting today, by the way.” Mi Na rattled off my schedule for the day. “It’s high profile. YG Entertainment, artist music videos. It’s supposed to turn into a partnership, but this particular meeting is for one artist. I’m not sure which artist, they didn’t tell me, but sales and the former executive team has been working on this partnership for a while. Rumor has it, the news of our lead designer becoming CEO sealed the deal with YG.”

She wiggles her eyebrows at me, making me roll my eyes and chuckle.

“Well, I hope that puts this meeting to a good start. I guess we’ll have to schedule another meeting later this week about the partnership. Get with sales and my project team to set a date for that. Also, do you have the brainstorming and vision page for this meeting? I could do a few sketches while we’re waiting on traffic if you don’t have anything else.”

“That’s about it for today. And yes, here’s what was submitted to us when the meeting was set up last month.”

Mi Na handed me a file folder full of the client’s detailed vision. It was lengthy, but there was more room for creative direction than the three pages of notes suggested. Abstract. Lots of color or none at all. Psychedelic or something out of the ordinary. Uncomfortably pleasing to any type of person. Something to lure in my audience. Sexy.

It was a long list of demands, but they were vague. It was projects like these that challenged me, and I absolutely loved it. The rest of the ride to the studio was full of sketches and not of Jiyong.

The studio was fast paced by the time we arrived. Interns rushed about, cleaning every surface they could find and making sure everything was perfect for our high profiled guests’ arrival. I was excited; this was my first official client meeting as CEO, and if the rumor was true, my work had been gaining the best kind of recognition. I quickly made my way across the lobby area into the open work room where my work in progress pieces had been neatly organized to frame the large conference table brought in from the main office. In hopes to create a more private environment, it was suggested we use my studio, which I found a good idea for such a high-profile partner.

As soon as I had set my sketch book down on the conference table and asked Mi Na to bring me next year’s catalog, the furious environment around me seemed to come to a halt. My employees rushed to the foyer to stand in a single line, and I checked myself over in a large mirror that helped separate the galley room from the lobby. I hoped the red pant suit I had chosen for the day showed more confidence than I truly had in that moment, even if I silently wished I had chosen a white top instead of the black blouse I had under the blazer. Shrugging, I silently followed along, standing just inside the doorway to greet my client.

First, Mr. Yang entered with a small group of assistants and managers all clutching pads of paper and cellphones. Both employees and leaders bowed to each other before I extended my hand to shake Yang’s hand.

“Good morning, Mr. Yang. I hope it was easier for you to find us. My name is Y/F/N. I’m the new CEO here, but I am still acting as lead designer for the time being. I’m looking forward to working with you.”

“Ms. Y/L/N, it is a pleasure to finally meet the person we’ve heard so much buzz about. I’ve seen some of your work. I’m looking forward to working with you as well. I do want to sit down and talk with you about a future partnership sometime this week, if that is at all possible,” the man warmly greeted me back. He was much more personable than I had anticipated.

“Yes, I believe my team has come up with some dates for you, and we can get that squared away at the end of today’s meeting. I understand today we are concerned with a particular artist? I’m sorry, I wasn’t given a name.”

“Ahh, yes, he should be here any minute actu—oh, here he comes,” Yang interrupted himself, turning towards the opening door. “This is Kwon Jiyong, I’m sure you have seen him in BigBang as well as his solo activities as G-Dragon.”

In that moment, I was sure all of the oxygen in the room had been sucked out the door as I locked eyes with the one person I was sure I would never have to be in close proximity of again. I felt as though I had taken a sucker-punch to the stomach, and I couldn’t believe my eyes or ears. Jiyong’s face mirrored my thoughts, as he was surprised to see the person who he thought he had broken all ties with. Quicker than it came, however, it was gone, and he and Tae Hee were greeting their superior. His entourage was a little larger than Yang’s, consisting of his manager and most of the friends he had been with at the café the week before.

I saved some face quickly, and I put on a warm smile to greet my new guests.

“Y/N,” Jiyong spoke first.

“Jiyong, nice to see you.” Hot damn, this was hard.

“Oh, so the two of you have already met?” Yang intercepted.

“We met in America during my tour. I had no idea this was the company you were working for.”

“Oh, yes. I’ve been the lead designer here for a couple of years behind the scenes, and now I am the new CEO. Like I told Mr. Yang, I am looking forward to working with all of you.” I tried to keep my distance from Jiyong. The last thing we needed was for Yang to find out our relationship with closer than professional.

“Sorry we are a little late, by the way. Tae Hee missed the street on accident,” Jiyong spoke, earning a small glare from his manager.

“It’s okay, we can get started now. I hope you don’t mind, we decided to move the meeting here to my studio for some more privacy and to help with creativity. I have a few works in progress around the galley room, if you’d like to take a look at them before we really get into the business stuff. I like to take more of an interactive approach when doing these vision meetings, so I hope you are all okay with a little unconventionality.”

“We’re an entertainment company, Ms. Y/L/N. I hope we can deal with a little unconventionality every now and again,” Mr. Yang pointed out, causing my mood to lighten. If I only had to interact with him, this meeting would be smooth sailing.

As the group moseyed around the room, I wandered to the small kitchen area in the corner of the room underneath my open office to grab a cup of coffee. Mi Na followed me in, excitedly grabbing at my arm.

“You know him, and you didn’t think to tell your favorite assistant?”

“Mi Na,” I started, removing her hand from my arm. “It’s not something I can or want to talk about. This is a professional relationship, and I intend to keep it strictly that.”

I finally made my way to the conference table, where most were settling into their seats.

“I apologize, I forgot my coffee in the kitchen this morning. If any of you would like a cup, there’s plenty in there. I sometimes get into my work here and end up staying here instead of going home, so you might find anything in there,” I laughed. “Anyways, I wanted to start today’s meeting with introducing myself and my methods of designing first, so everyone understands where we’re going. I know you guys submitted a vision sheet with some other brainstorming attached, and I do have a few sketches I did in the car this morning from it, but I would really like to know more about what you have in mind. Would anyone like to elaborate?”

“I think the very basic point is that I would like something different. I’d like to experiment with materials and designs that surprises the audience. Something that’s one thing in one perspective, and another thing from a different perspective,” Jiyong presented. His friends and colleagues also elaborated on his ideas, showing me just how abstract and out of the ordinary he wanted to go.

“So like optical illusions, almost, right? Have you seen the body paintings where people are painted into scenery?”

“Oh, yes, I love those,” Jiyong commented, earning a few sounds of agreement from the rest of the people around the table.

“What if we did something with that. We could take different aspects of your life and portray them in some sort of scenery or graphic and essentially ‘paint’ you as you are today into that. We could take or even create some all white furniture and project the images onto a white backdrop. This way we can show some contrast between the image and you, and you can be a little more interactive with scenes,” I suggested, feeling a little more confident with the pleased look on Yang’s face.

“I think that’s a great idea, Ms. Y/N. It’s a little more on the abstract side like you wanted, isn’t it Jiyong?”

“It’s a good idea, don’t get me wrong,” he started, landing a hit to my confidence. “But I want to see what other options we have.”

“Of course,” I agreed. “This is just one idea. I always think it’s a good idea to create as many designs as we can with a positive spin, then hitting it with the negatives to squash the flaws. Please, let’s keep brainstorming.”

As the meeting continued, I could tell Jiyong was more and more pleased with my opinions and ideas, forcing his smile back into my thoughts. I wanted to show him my talents, and I hoped he would see that I was doing just fine on my own.

After hours of collaborating and bouncing ideas off of each other, it was getting later in the evening and our meeting was coming to an end. As we wrapped up, Yang stood to address the rest of us.

“Ms. Y/N, thank you so much for sharing your time with us today. I am so very pleased with your ability and ideas that I think we have much to discuss on making a deal later this week. I have an important dinner I can’t miss with my wife, but I insist everyone here go for drinks and dinner on me. Jiyong, make sure Ms. Y/N does go and that she doesn’t pay for a thing. Thank you again. Goodnight everyone.”

Everyone stood to send off Mr. Yang, and chatter quickly consumed the room. Before long, Tae Hee approached Mi Na and me to let us know of the small restaurant Jiyong had picked out and how to get there. Seeing there was no way out of it, I unwillingly followed my assistant to our town car.

After a couple rounds of drinks, I was feeling a lot better about being out in a large group with Jiyong. Luckily, his friends made it easier to not have direct communication with him, and I was thankful for their interest after today’s meeting. I was soon able to laugh freely and I almost didn’t even notice the glances Jiyong sent my way throughout the evening.

All of that freedom, however, was soon replaced with dread as a I received a text.

From: Unknown number

Meet me outside in five. Use the back door by the restrooms.

I knew exactly who the text was from, but he didn’t so much as glance my way as he stood to inform everyone of his cigarette break. I was surprised his entourage let him escape without a chaperone.

I tried so hard to stay in my seat, but the alcohol and the growing curiosity got the best of me. I excused myself to the ladies room after anxiously waiting five minutes and made my way to the back exit. Once I was five feet from the door, however, I was suddenly pulled into a nearby closet with the door closing and locking behind me.

Like muscle memory, my mouth instantly moved with the familiar one attached to the body that slammed into mine against the closed door. One hand pressed flat against the door next to my head, the other trailed down the side of my body, finding my hands to place around his neck. His kisses were needy and he soon was lightly biting my bottom lip to make room for his tongue. Without giving it any thought, I let him in, moving my hands to his hair to pull him even closer to my body. In fact, I was sure I couldn’t make a single coherent thought as his hands wrapped around my waist to pull my lower bottom closer to his.

“Are you sure you didn’t know it was me coming today?” He asked, moving his kisses down to suck small circles along my jawline. “You know my favorite color is red.”

His voice pulled me out of the moment briefly, letting me realize what our situation really was.

“Wait, wait Jiyong,” I said, pulling him back slightly to look over his face. “What are you doing? You said you didn’t want anything to do with me.”

I started to drop my hands, but Jiyong pulled them up above my head, attaching his mouth to my neck once again.

“Can we forget about that for a few minutes? Please,” his voice muffled against my skin.

I was about to object once again, but the harsh suck to the spot where my neck met my shoulder pulled me back into the moment of pure lust. I let out a low moan as he loosened his grip on my hands, allowing them to fall once again to his hair.

“Shhh, baby, we don’t want anyone to hear.”

He caught my lips in his once again, temporarily distracting me from the hand trailing down my front side to dip beneath my trousers and panties. The moment his finger ran along my slick slit to circle the sensitive nub at the top, I gasped and my hips buckled towards his hand.

A chuckle resonated from Jiyong’s chest as he rested his head on my shoulder again. He lightly peppered the sensitive skin, paying close attention to the two fingers he slowly inserted inside of me. Once fully inside, he only shallowly pistoned his digits, leaving me shamelessly grinding my center against his hand. He pulled his fingers from my dripping core to tease my entrance before slamming them back into me, picking up speed.

His fingers expertly worked me over, and my climax was quickly building. Before I could say anything, Jiyong moved to circle my clit with his thumb, gently coaxing me to my high. I clung to his shoulders as I felt my lower stomach begin to tighten, and he tightly pressed his mouth to mine to swallow my gasps and moans as I twitched and came into the palm of his hand.

He slowly pulled his hands from my pants, locking eyes with me as he wrapped his lips around the two of his fingers he had just used to fingerfuck me into oblivion. I couldn’t help but to let out a small wine at the sight of the beautiful man in front of me sucking my juices off of his own hand.

“Sweet, just like I remember.”

I almost rolled my eyes when I was swiftly moved to the side of the small room to a desktop where my pants were swiftly pulled down and off my legs. Jiyong was quick to place himself between my legs, pressed his jean-clad bulge against me. I hadn’t noticed how hard he was before, and my body wasted no time in reaching out a hand to palm him through his jeans. He let out a low groan, biting his bottom lip as he looked down at my hand between our clothes bodies.

I used my free hand to grab his face and pull his lips to mine, letting the alcohol and the moment take full control over my mind and my body. Jiyong helped me undo his pants to allow me to slip my hand beneath his briefs, but even that didn’t last long. He continued to assault my mouth as he pulled my hand from his pants, quickly pulling his length out and searching his pockets for a condom. He waisted no time in slipping the condom on and pulling my panties to the side, but he pulled away from the kiss to watch my face as he placed his tip against my entrance.

Knowing well he wanted to watch me as I took him whole, I tipped my head back to give him a better view of my face. It was something I had noticed over time, and when I asked him about it, he had admitted to loving the way my face scrunched up and contorted when he fucked me. Especially when I was still sensitive from the last orgasm.

How beautiful I looked.

I gasped as he finally nestled himself fully inside of me, pausing before pulling out completely and slamming right back in. It felt so good, but the pleasure mixed with the unreadable emotion glazing his eyes as he searched my face quickly became too much for me to handle. Without a word, I slung my arms around his body, placing my cheek on his shoulder and my hand in his hair.

A confused tear slipped down my cheek, undoubtedly hitting his shoulder, as my breath hitched with pleasure when Jiyong picked up his pace. The pleasure mixed with the heightened emotions was so intense that my second high was approaching faster than I thought it would.

“Ji, I can’t hold out much longer,” I choked out, pulling at the ends of his hair.

“Please, baby. Please just a little longer,” he whispered, pulling my legs around his waist before wrapping his arms around my body and nestling his face into the crook of my neck.

He slowed down his movements to give me a little room to breathe, barely grinding his hips into mine. I instinctively clinched around him, earning a soft moan. He suddenly seemed to have a change of heart, reaching down to pull my knees up to my chest. The new angle forced me away from my hide out spot and my wet face was on full display as he began to plow into me harder than before.

Jiyong fumbled for a slight moment as he locked eyes with mine, but he quickly recovered as he averted his eyes to where our bodies connected. Soon, my climax was seconds away, and I was internally relieved when I felt his hips stutter. Jiyong quickly circled my clit as I shook with my high, only cumming seconds later himself.

For a minute, we both allowed ourselves to catch our breaths while still clinging onto each other. My legs felt like they would fall off any moment, and I was afraid my face would once again betray me.

As quick as the moment had come, it was gone. Jiyong was able to pull himself away and clean himself up, tucking himself back into his pants and leaving the closet before I could get my pants halfway up my thighs. When the door closed behind him, it took everything in me to hold in the tears and control my breathing. I was disappointed, both in him and in myself for allowing it to happen.

What did I expect? He had told me he didn’t want anything with me. Of course this was just a quick fuck, and we would never speak of it again. Maybe it was a final hurrah fuck, and I needed to control my emotions, too.

After this, I would not let myself succumb to that type of weakness again.

After this, I knew I had to put my walls up for good.

FINALLY have this edited! I’m so glad I got this done. It looks SO much better. I’m hoping to work on the next chapter tonight as well as some of my other neglected stories/requests. Sorry it has taken so long!

Thanks for reading!

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