playing with fire (part 1)
word count: 23k
fluff, smut (warning: age gap, infidelity, roommateâs father)
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âis there any other way you could pay?â the woman behind the desk asked, stout and soft spoken with sympathy in her eyes.
she probably has to have this conversation with students a lot, tell them that their tuition payment didnât go through or that theyâre not eligible for government support.
or that the athletics department needed more scholarship money, successfully rendering you, one of the many photography majors on campus, unable to pay for your last semester of college.
âa loan of some sort or another scholarship, maybe?â she tried to help, âi could send over an e-mail of ones you might be eligible for.â
you swallow the lump forming in your throat, attempting to calm all the anxiety and stress violently making its way through your body.
ây-yes, that would be great, thank you,â you barely manage to get out, hoping and praying to some unknown force above that you donât burst into tears.
you were nearing the end of the fall semester, the last fall semester you ever anticipated of having, when you found out just last week that you were no longer eligible for your scholarship.
in a short, curt e-mail explaining that, while you kept up your gpa and never strayed from the requirements, theyâve maxed out their amount of funding and are looking to use that money elsewhere.
âcan they do that!?â your best friend and roommate of four years yelps, gucci sunglasses atop her head as she stomps around your shared, off-campus apartment.
âthey canât seriously do that! youâve been a straight a student since you started and now they wanna take it away?! before your last semester of senior year?!â
âeunbi, itâs not ideal but iâve already come to terms with it,â you explain gently, leaving out the part where you did, in fact, have a break down right outside the bursar office only an hour ago. âiâll just save up money and come back in the fall to finish.â
âthatâs so not right or fair though!â she whines, something about the concept of not getting what she wants unfamiliar to your roommate.
you first met park eunbi during freshmen move in day, your two raggedy luggages and beat up backpacks an embarrassing contrast to the multiple louis vuitton travel bags she lunged in.
you were intimidated for all of three seconds, before she looked at you with a smile and threw her arms around you like a long lost best friend.
it was obvious she came from money, the way she spoke and carried herself so confidently before her parents came in and introduced themselves.
they were both gorgeous and tall and looked far too young to have an 18-year-old daughter, covered in fancy jewelry and expensive looking clothing.
her dad, who introduced himself as mr. park seonghwa, didnât seem to bat an eye at your more humble appearance. he reminded you a lot of eunbi, honest and genuine in the way he was kind and nonjudgemental.
mrs. park seemed nice enough, too, though you could see the judgement behind her pretty eyes.
the way she sneered at your bags and looked down at your hands, so different from her and her daughterâs not covered in diamond bracelets or acrylic nails.
âdid we just miss your parents?â she asked, her voice just as pretty and rich sounding as she appeared; you bet if she laughed, sheâd had have that melodic, care-free laugh all rich women seem to have.
âoh, uh, yeah, iâm sorry,â you apologized, lying through your teeth with a shy smile and averting gaze - you had to move in by yourself, the same way you traveled here all alone with no one to send you off.
âitâs okay, we just thought itâd be nice to meet them,â eunbiâs father interjects, the smile on his handsome face causing your stomach to swoop - how is he a dad?
âwe were gonna take eunbi to an early dinner before we left. do you wanna join us?â
âoh no, itâs okay, iâd hate to intru-â
âno, youâre coming, câmon!â your new roommate whined, grabbing your hand and pulling you toward the door. âweâll be able to get a lot of dessert out of them. probably the whole menu if we wanted.â
and you saw that over the years, eunbi knew she could, in fact, get whatever she wanted from her parents. they had the money and the means and the fondness in their hearts for their only daughter.
but it never seemed to get to your friend.
she was always kind and thoughtful of others and never said or did anything to suggest she was just a brainless, spoiled rich kid.
even in your guyâs second year when she found out you were going to school on an academic scholarship, she didnât care. she didnât turn her nose up or think you were lesser than her for not having the funds; if anything, it only made her praise you more.
that you were smart and ambitious enough to work under the strict guidelines of a prestigious scholarship.
âi know itâs not fair,â you mumble, not wanting to cry or have another anxiety attack over this matter. âbut it is what it is. iâll figure it out.â
she lets out a dejected, defeated sigh so uncharacteristic of the girl, plopping down on her pink, fluffy bed and bringing you down with her.
âweâll sell feet pics over winter break,â she concludes after a few minutes of silence, wrapping her arm around yours and curling her body into yours. âyou know how much money we can get from that? and we have pretty feet,â she says, sticking her leg up and wiggling her red, painted toes.
thereâs a little less tightness in your chest and a little heaviness lifted in your stomach as you let out a giggle, looking over at your best friend who truly got you through the last four years of school.
you really donât know how youâd still be functioning if it werenât for her.
âyouâre sick.â
âiâm serious,â she giggles out, flipping on her side and causing the bed to bounce under you. âyouâre still good with coming tomorrow, right? i told my parents you were.â
she had invited you to her house for the winter break this year, the girl not wanting you to spend a month alone in the apartment.
youâve shared with her how strained your relationship with your parents has been, really, since birth. never seeing eye to eye to them and feeling as if they never had your best interests at heart.
when most kids get full ride scholarships, their parents are immensely proud. bragging about how smart they are and telling them how proud they were.
but your parents were the opposite.
they didnât want you to up and leave them to pursue an education. they thought you were gonna stay with them forever, not go to college like them and help run the family business back home in your tiny little hometown.
it was your dream to go to college and get a degree, though, so thatâs exactly what you did for yourself; but they saw it as a giant fuck you.
saw it as you thinking you were better than them and basically told you to never come back if you thought you were so much smarter and better off without them.
so youâd spent every winter or summer vacation in the dorms, this year finally being the time you accepted eunbiâs invitation to stay over - reluctantly.
âi packed all my stuff, yeah,â you mumble, hands twisted into one another nervously. âbut... are you sure theyâre okay with it? i donât wanna intrude or be there if iâm not wanted.â
ây/n, please,â she whines, âmy mom may be a raging bitch but you know i make the rules in that house.â
âthatâs not what i meant,â you mutter immediately, looking to the girl with a small frown on your lips.
although it was no secret eunbiâs mom didnât ever seem too fond of you, always sneering at your off-brand items or questioning the logistics of why exactly you needed a scholarship to afford college, you always tried to remain polite.
smile at her and greet her happily even though there was always a thick, palpable tension between you two.
âoh but it is,â she chuckles out, the girl far too aware of what a materialistic snob her mother is. âitâs fine, i know sheâs a bitch. my dadâs just coming tomorrow anyway. i told him to bring one of the bigger cars so we can lay out in the back.â
you have to bite back a snarky comment about the fact there are multiple cars in question, though the look in your eye certainly gives it away. she can only giggle and shrug her shoulders, flopping onto her back as she tells you about how excited she is to be reunited with her boyfriend.
eunbi and jiwoon have been dating since their second year of high school, going to colleges only an hour away from each other; he was just as handsome as he was kind and good to her, leaving you with no other option but to love and support the both of them.
and you try to listen to her rambling that ensues, you really do, but your mind is swirling with some slight anxiety about staying with her family for a month.
you donât wanna make her mom even more irritated, deal with the side eyes and passive aggressive comments and overall feeling of just not being wanted.
you donât want eunbi to feel obligated to be with you 24/7, act as a cock block to her and her boyfriend who havenât seen each other in almost six weeks.
and maybe, you donât want your tiny, small, miniscule crush on mr. park to make you feel any more awkward than it does, wondering how a married man who has a daughter in college is still so handsome and alluring.
it also doesnât help that heâs just so incredibly kind, always making everyone feel so comfortable and welcomed, itâd be hard not to just develop a little, secret crush on him.
âeunbi, who is that sexy ass man who just dropped you off?â one of your suite mates asks your roommate, everyone gathering back in front of the dorm building after winter break.
it was sophomore year and you spent a month in the quiet, almost eerie college dorms alone (apart from the ra down the hall). you were grateful for everyone to return, no matter how loud or catty things were about to become.
âyeah, for real. is that your new boyfriend? heâs hotter than the last one and i didnât even think that was possible.â
âuhhh.. no,â eunbi says, shooting the crowd of girls with lustful eyes and curious glances a look of distaste. âthatâs my dad.â
and thatâs when a chorus of disbelief and inappropriate comments erupted from the group of college girls.
asking how a dad could look like that while hoping and praying heâs single.
inquiring about just how much her dadâs on campus and whenâs the next time heâs gonna pick her up.
about how heâs definitely hotter than her boyfriend, with a more mature and sophisticated look than these college boys.
âare they fucking serious! like how disgusting? heâs my literal father!â eunbi rages once in the dorm room, sharing a few curse words and vulgar phrases at the girlâs before stomping away from them.
âand for them to say that shit in front of me? did they think i want to hear that?â
âi know, that was so sick,â you agree, because even though you, too, think heâs attractive, itâs not something you would ever verbalize to your friend.
âlike... i know heâs younger than most dads, my parents had me when they were teenagers, but shit! how sick,â she rants, throwing down her heavy designer bags and flopping on her bed.
you can tell by the look on her face how much it truly bothers her, everyone always noticing her dad and making comments like that. she handles it well, sheâs always able to handle herself well, but it doesnât take away from the fact that itâs something that worries her.
people getting close to her to get to her dad, even if it was teachers or other moms in elementary school or her friends when she got to college.
itâs one of the many reasons you would never give away your little crush on him - because itâs not only inappropriate and uncomfortable for her to know but thereâs also no need to tell her.
because itâs not like it would go anywhere.
heâs a married man and your roommateâs father, a twisted, dark, forbidden fantasy that will stay in the walls of your head and never see the light of day - no matter how thrilling and fulfilling being with him would be.
âeunbi, your dadâs gonna be here soon,â you yell into your roommateâs doorway, met with the sound of her groaned âfive more minutes!â that youâve been hearing for the past twenty.
she was on facetime with jiwoon when you went to bed around one, briefly waking to the sound of her girlish screams or high-pitched giggles three hours later; you wouldnât be surprised if she only went to bed a few hours ago.
âyou said five more minutes thirty minutes ago,â you say, stomping your way over before smacking her over the head with a pillow. she lets out a loud sigh before swatting you away, your surprisingly fast reflexes grabbing her wrist.
she peeks one eye open as a smirk covers her morning face, looking from you all dressed up and ready in your pink pleated skirt and white thigh high stockings, down to her wrist in your hold.
âthat was kinda hot. and you look good. i donât know how to act right now.â
âshut up and get your ass out of bed,â you demand, biting back a smile as you storm out of her room.
youâd been pacing around the apartment ever since you woke up at seven a.m., more and more unsettled about staying over her house as the time drew closer.
you checked to make sure you had enough clothes and chargers and skincare products for nearly an hour, finally settling the same purple suitcase you moved in with freshmen year near the door.
you hope mrs. park doesnât notice, remembering the way she sneered at the wonky zipper and slightly stained bottom.
you also hope you can keep yourself in check, not get too nervous or flustered by eunbiâs exorbitant wealth or a new setting you donât feel welcomed in or her hot ass father whose bones you wanna jump.
the knock at the door completely sobers you, jumping in your spot just in time to see eunbi fly across the living room to get to the door. thereâs a big, happy smile on her face, ripping open the door and greeting her father in typical eunbi fashion.
âare those for me?â she asks, snatching the red box from his hands.
excitement bubbles inside the girl as she unveils twelve chocolate covered strawberries, a speciality at one of the local dessert shops just a few miles from her home.
âyou shouldnât have, dad, really. iâm much too tired to appreciate this.â
the man can only look at his daughter with a look of disdain and affection, waking up to an extremely passive aggressive text that sheâd really appreciate an early morning treat from her favorite place ever and that itâd really inspire her to be ready.
but as he can currently see, given the state of her hair and pajamas pants, it didnât at all act as a motivator.
âthen maybe i should just-â but upon her fatherâs hand reaching out to grab the box of strawberries, the girl brings it to her body and runs away, yelling that her bags are packed and sheâs just gonna wash her face.
he looks to you with a mock annoyed expression, your heart jumping in your chest as you send him a small, polite smile.
âhow do you deal with her, y/n?â he asks, a smirk on his face rising as you let out a soft, slightly forced giggle - this man looks too good for his own good at ten oâclock in the morning.
âdonât talk shit about me!â she yelps before you can even think to say something, a smile lighting up his face again before he nods his head down the hall.
âiâll bring down your girlâs bags,â he says, his tall, large frame coming toward you making your knees feel slightly wobbly.
you swear you see his eyes roam over you for the shortest of seconds, down to your shirt and exposed legs before back to your face, until heâs looking into your eyes questioningly.
totally not like someone who just checked out their daughterâs roommate - this is what you feared, your own delusionals and attraction making your crazy little brain see something thatâs not there.
âher bedroomâs down that hall?â
you resist the urge to swallow nervously, begging yourself to snap out of it and remind yourself you have to deal with the man for a month. a month of his dark, piercing eyes and bright, white smile and skin so smooth and clear, itâs far too easy to forget heâs almost forty years old.
âyeah,â you barely manage to get out. âi-i can help and bring down mine.â
âno, itâs okay,â he insists, âhelp in getting eunbi ready. you know sheâll delay us thirty more minutes.â
you let out another strained chuckle as you nod your head, finally letting out the breath youâve been holding when you hear his footsteps disappear down the hall and into her room.
as long as you distance yourself from him, not look him in the eye or let any sort of idea get in your head that an older, married man could want you back, this will be fine.
itâll be a nice, calm, relaxed break actually full of interaction and socialization opposed to your usual lonely bubble of solitude.
eunbiâs not making that very easy though, when twenty minutes later, sheâs opening the back door of her fatherâs black g-wagen and sprawling out on the black leather seats.
âwhereâs y/n supposed to go, eunbi?â seonghwa asked, the fatherly tone is his voice causing eunbi to let out a huff; the only time you see eunbiâs spoiled tendencies come out is around her father, the girl knowing heâll do anything and everything for her.
and apparently, so will you.
sitting in the front seat of her car, next to her extremely hot father youâre trying to stay calm around, while she sleeps soundly in the backseat - if she didnât invite to stay at her home, meals and bed and transportation free, youâd say she has to owe you.
âwas she up all night talking to jiwoon?â mr. park asked, the past few moments of silence just as comforting as they were terrifying. it felt awkward to you, extremely tense and full of suspense, but you knew it was completely normal.
you bite down on your lip, looking back at eunbi sleeping soundly on the seat, even prepared with a fuzzy white blanket. you let out a soft giggle when you see her mouth open, the slightest bit of drool hanging from her mouth and threatening to spill on the dark leather.
âshe mightâve been,â you mutter, a breathy laugh leaving her father that causes you to sneak a glance at him.
thereâs not a hint of a wrinkle or imperfection on his glowing skin, black hair hanging in his face and red lips quirked into a content smile. thatâs something you always noticed about him, despite his dark appearance and looming figure, he always appears to be happy.
smiles and laughs and never gives anyone without his same wealth a dirty glance - he treats everyone the same and thatâs another reason youâve taking a liking to him, not just because heâs the hottest man youâve ever seen in your life.
ây/n?â he asks, your intrusive thoughts being ripped away at the sound of his voice calling your name.
your eyes move to his and heâs watching you in slight amusement, a rampant blush creeping up on your cheeks at the way youâve been caught. youâre quick to look away, shake your head and let out an awkward chuckle and apology.
you miss the way his eyes roam your side profile, a delightful smirk and feeling in his chest blooming before he speaks again.
âhow was your semester?â
âit was good,â you say, hands placed nervously in your lap. âa lot of work on top of an internship but it was good.â
âand you girls are almost done,â he hums lowly, one hand atop the steering wheel while his eyes focus on the highway in front of him. âeunbiâs been talking about a combined graduation party since the moment you guys met.â
you let out a small laugh as you remember eunbiâs plan since your second semester of freshmen year, ignoring the twinge of sadness in your stomach.
you couldâve never anticipated delaying your college career when you first received your scholarship, happy and proud and eternally grateful for the opportunity.
but you suppose youâre lucky enough to have gotten this far, and delaying one last semester is nothing compared to people who never get to go to college - but it still makes you feel upset.
you think you have the right to feel disappointed and sad, the lingering sick feeling in your stomach making you feel nauseous.
âis it okay if i open the window for a second?â you mumble to mr. park, the man looking over your face.
he presses down on the passenger window button immediately, your face met with cold air as relief floods through your body.
âare you okay? do you get car sick?â he asks, remembering how much eunbi used to get car sick (on the rare occasion she wasnât passed out during a road trip).
ânot usually,â you mumble, resting your head on the side of the door.
then again, iâm not usually freaking out about making tuition money or repressing my violent attraction to my roommateâs father.
seonghwa watches as you close your eyes for a few moment, allowing the cold, windy air to hit your face. he couldnât help but notice the pinkish tint to your cheeks, suppressing the urge for his eyes and thoughts to wander.
youâre a college girl in the prime of her life and his daughterâs best friend, heâd be a fool to think you were blushing and nervous because of him - but he also doesnât remember you looking like.... this.
so pretty and dressed up and pink in the face as you check him out with a soft and curious look in your eye.
âmaybe try to take a nap,â he suggests, his gaze lingering back onto the road so he doesnât look at your exposed legs. âiâll pull off at a rest stop to get you ginger ale.â
âthatâs not necessary, mr. park,â your sweet voice says, something about it causing his insides to jump - he definitely doesnât remember you sounding like that. âiâll be okay. just need the window open for a little longer.â
you spend the next few minutes with the cold, december wind blowing through the car, your back pressed against the comfortable seat behind you. a chill runs through your body, goosebumps rising on your exposed thighs, but it feels better than the alternative.
potentially panicking or vomiting due to current stress of your life.
your gaze shifts to the man beside you, whether it be to check him out or ask if heâs cold unknown to you.
âare you okay with the-â
the words are stuck in your throat when you see his eyes arenât on the road but your exposed, goose-bumpy thighs, the white lace of your thigh high stockings and pink skirt leaving little to the imagination.
you wish you could see the look in his eye, if itâs judgemental and shameful or full of lust and curiosity. if heâs wondering what you have on just a few inches under your skirt and if thatâs something he even thinks about.
or maybe heâs just looking because itâs there - your skirt blowing in the wind and him caught off guard by the sight right there in his passenger seat.
âum, i think iâm good now,â you mumble, watching from your peripheral as he shifts in his seat and tightens his hold on the steering wheel.
âalright, let me know if you wanna stop.â
you bite down on your lip as you nod your head, keeping your eyes on the view in front of you.
the faint sounds of eunbi snoring behind you act as a way to ground you, remind you that these thoughts and feelings youâre having canât stay.
maybe you have to get it our of your system now, take all the looks you can and feel all the hopefulness your delusional brain needs until you act as if eunbiâs father is a mean, disgusting, grotesque man.
not someone who gets your heart and body pounding.
youâre not sure how many songs play on the radio until you both are talking again, seonghwa looking in the rearview mirror to see his daughter still passed out on the seats.
âdo you think sheâll sleep the whole time?â
he hope for his sake, she doesnât.
you look back at eunbi sleeping soundly, the drool previously trickling down her mouth successfully making a pool on the black leather.
âprobably,â you chuckle out lightly. âi have a feeling she went to bed around six.â
âshit,â he laughs out, remembering the days he used to be able to pull all nighters in college or dreaded the idea of waking up in the morning. âi canât remember the last time i was able to stay up past one.â
âyouâre not even that old, mr. park,â you tease, not sure where you got the balls to say that and feeling, at least for a few seconds, that you overstepped; but then he lets out a deep, amused chuckle and it causes butterflies to erupt in your stomach.
ânot that old, huh?â he quips, your tooth sinking into your lip at the tone of his voice. âyou know iâm turning 40 in a few months, right?â
you crane your neck to look at the man in the driverâs seat, swallowing thickly when you see his eyes are already on you. thereâs a certain type of lightness and teasing in them that youâve never seen before, the man always happy and jovial but never like this.
never looking so... teasing and playful.
âyeah,â you say with a growing smirk, not being able to help your own nervous excitement. âthat doesnât seem too bad.â
the deep, low chuckle that leaves him causes your stomach to swoop, eyes wide and the small smile on your face causing him to look over you once more.
itâs shameless and bold but neither of you seem to care in that moment.
âiâll keep that in mind,â he says, deep brown eyes piercing through yours before his face turns teasing and.. appropriate.. âthe next time eunbi tries to call me an old man or something.â
âright,â you chuckle out, cheeks burning and heart pounding as you allow yourself to break eye contact.
the ride to eunbiâs house is just over two hours, hoping and praying that it goes by quickly - because youâre not sure how much longer youâll be able to be alone, or mostly alone, with him.
youâre thinking too much into his words and his gaze and the way he makes you feel, making you silly enough to believe that, maybe, a part of him wants you too.
the second you arrived at eunbiâs, you had already felt unwelcomed.
not only because of mrs. park, who just about sneered at your presence in her exquisite home, but because of the dozens of other socialites in the immaculately white living room.
it looked and felt almost like a hospital. a white color scheme with black accents, extremely cold and spotless - the only bit of color was in eunbiâs room where it felt like you could actually breathe.
âiâm sorry, i told her not to throw her fucking gathering today,â eunbi complained, grumpy from her nap but still happy to finally be home.
âa bunch of stuck up snobs, i swear to god. they either have to get the stick lodged so far up their asshole removed or get dicked down by their lousy excuses of-â
âeunbi,â you hear her fatherâs deep voice reprimand, the girl not even feeling the slightest bit of shame or embarrassment for talking that way in front of her father.
âoh, câmon, dad, you know itâs true!â she whines in a whispered tone. âtheyâre the worst! and she knew me and y/n were coming today, do you really think that wasnât a coincidence?â
because, as far as eunbi thinks, she has sinking suspicions that her mom did this solely to make you uncomfortable.
she had already been hesitant to let you stay in the first place, had eunbi not gone full on bitch mode and stubbornly proclaimed sheâd spend the break with you at the apartment.
but you didnât have to know that.
âi donât care, itâll just be my first christmas without my family, mom, who cares about that,â she had said, all types of manipulative and toxic behavior that she learned from the best.
sheâs sure her mother was sweet and good at one point in her life, she wouldnât have ended up with her father in the first place if she wasnât, but money changes people.
wealth and greed and having the power to get anything you want because you flash a stack of money around or write out a check.
âi told her to have them out by dinner,â he said, his eyes moving from eunbi to you, standing there with tense shoulders and a shy, uncomfortable look on your face.
âyouâre more than welcomed here, y/n,â he said, his voice low and full of kindness as he stands in eunbiâs doorway. âdonât worry about it, okay?â
you resist the urge to pout at the touched feeling in your chest, looking from the man to eunbi whoâs nodding at her dadâs words.
âthank you, mr. park,â you say, a phrase he swears has never effected him this deeply.
and because of that, heâs quick to haul ass out of there. tells you guys that dinner will be ready around seven and to come down whenever.
you and eunbi spend that time in her room to unpack both of your things and watch movies, her king sized bed nearly lulling you to sleep until her loud squeal and bounce of the bed causes you to jump in shock.
ây/n, donât be mad at me please,â she whines directly in your face, all wide-eyed and cutesy as she looks at you with mock innocence.
âwhat did you do?â you mumble tiredly, pushing her away with the smallest of sneers.
âiâll be back for dinner, i promise, but... is it okay if i go to jiwoonâs for a little?â she asks, cocking her head to the side before shimming closer to you. âi have to get railed so bad.â
âjesus christ, eunbi,â you snort, pushing her away again and burying your face in the pillow - youâve never met someone who overshares as much as she does.
she plops down on her back with an unabashed giggle, popping right back up like an annoying little dog and looking at you with a smile.
âof course you can go, iâm not gonna hold you hostage here,â you say when she pulls your face away, looking at you so expectantly and sweetly, you couldnât say no if you wanted.
âokay, but i donât want you thinking that iâm gonna ditch you this whole time. iâm really not, y/n,â she pouts, knowing that was one of the reasons you were apprehensive about coming - that and her bitch of a mother. âi just miss him.â
a pout falls on your face as you look at eunbi and the genuine look on her face.
âbi, iâm serious, go. i want you to,â you insist, moving a piece of her tangled hair away from her face. âwe were just gonna be up here anyway. iâll probably take a nap, i was about to fall asleep before your loud ass-â
âthank you, thank you, thank you,â she says, pulling you into a tight hug before jumping off her bed and rushing toward her door. âiâll be back a lot more calm and happy. oh, why, you ask? because iâm about to get my back blown the fuck ou-â
you thank god for your impeccable aim, promptly whacking eunbi in the face with one of her pillows.
âget out of here,â you groan, eunbi throwing the pillow back with a smile on her face.
âsweet dreams, y/n!â
you let out a sigh when she closes her door, falling back onto her bed with a soft plop.
you were definitely tired from your anxious pacing this morning but arenât sure how much sleep youâre gonna get right now, tonight or for the rest of the month.
knowing that youâre unwelcomed by one person, extremely attracted to another and silently betraying the person you should be most loyal too - but as long as it just stays in your head, and you remind yourself that thereâs no way mr. park could feel anything back to you, itâll be fine.
youâll just get by quietly and smoothly at dinners or in passing through the hallways, enjoy eunbiâs comfortable king-sized bed and the fact that you donât have to spend yet another holiday alone.
reruns of drake and josh play in the background, keeping your giggles quiet as drake soaks his feet in lizard pee. you feel your eyes grow heavy the more episodes you watch, the shitty laugh track and loud, bickering brothers eventually lulling you to sleep.
it takes about five knocks on the door to eventually stir you, your eyes fluttering open to see mr parkâs figure in the doorway. you can only stare at the man as you adjust to him, taking in his tall, slim figure just a few feet away from you.
taking in the way his white shirt clings to his body, broad shoulders and slim torso on display in a way that makes you wish you could see, just for a second, what he looks like underneath that a-
âsorry if i woke you,â his deep voice hums, the slightest bit of amusement in his voice that causes your cheeks to warm. âi didnât think youâd be sleeping at seven p.m.â
âno, itâs okay,â you stammer out, sitting up in eunbiâs bed. âi... i donât even know when i fell asleep, to be honest.â
he looks at the screen to see drake and josh playing, a smirk pulling at his lips as his gaze shifts back to you.
âitâs funny,â you defend with a mumble, a deep chuckle leaving his mouth that causes butterflies to erupt in your stomach - heâs far too handsome, everything about him is just far too attractive, even in his laugh.
âthatâs what eunbi claims,â he says, remembering all the years of his daughter forcing him to watch ridiculous shows.
despite his daughterâs outgoing nature, she never had a lot of friends growing up.
there was once a small group of girls she hung out but they quickly drifted apart throughout high school, leaving eunbi really only with him and her boyfriend.
the boyfriend who seonghwa really didnât wanna like out of principal but seeing that the kid really does love his daughter quickly coming around.
âspeaking of, where is she? jiwoonâs?â
âyeah,â you tell him, settling back into the pillows and stretching your arms out in front of you. âshe said sheâd be back for dinner.â
âwell sheâs wrong, as usual, because dinnerâs ready,â he quips playfully, the smirk pulling at his lips causing you to smile back at him. you swallow nervously when his eyes roam over your face, your own gaze trained on him before you see his mouth start to move again.
âdo you want me to bring some up for you? or youâll come down?â
he can see the apprehension on your face immediately, fear crossing your eyes and your arms folding into each other uncomfortably. he tries to ignores the way your soft white sweater dips by your chest, a hint of perky cleavage just barely showing that causes his dick to twitch in his pants.
he doesnât know when this happened.
he didnât know when he became a pervy old man who checked out college girls with his wife just downstairs and the knowledge that youâre his daughterâs friend.
âiâll come down,â you say, surprising him just as he was about to insist he brings some up for you. âsheâll probably be back soon anyway.â
but five minutes pass by, then ten, then twenty and eunbiâs still not home - itâs just you, seonghwa and mrs. park at the long, glass dining room table.
white chairs with high backs and comfortable cushions to match the immaculate, hospital-like color scheme and environment; truthfully, youâve never been more terrified to eat a plate of chicken parmesan in your life.
the sound of utensils scraping on the china and the crackling of the fireplace a room over are the only noises heard throughout the home, mrs. park taking a swig of wine and gently placing it on the table with a light clack.
âso, y/n,â she finally says, breaking the tension with her rich-sounding, nasally voice. âhow has school been, dear? youâre an... art major, am i remembering that correctly?â
âuh, photography, yeah,â you smile tensely, trying to ignore the judgment in her voice.
âah, so you never switched over to business then,â she hums, her wine glass back in hand as her dark, gorgeous eyes look you over.
you bite the inside of your cheek as you feel a pink flush cover your face, faintly remembering your roommate saving you a few semesters ago when her mom was grilling you about picking a more practical and useful major.
âshe can do whatever she wants, mom,â eunbi eventually snapped, âwhether she does business or photography or even liberal arts is none of your business.â
âno,â you mutter out, dropping your gaze to look over the intricate pattern on the table. âi thought about it but it wasnât something i wanted.â
âso you didnât want something practical? or useful?â she asks, using those two words yet again while cocking her head to the side with a perfectly plucked eyebrow.
âa business degree wouldâve been great, y/n. everyone always has connections to somewhere, you couldâve found a job right out of college.â
you bite back the urge to tell her no. that not everyone has connections to multi billion dollar companies or numbers of ceos in their phones or the ceo of a tech company as their next door neighbors.
but instead, the same way eunbi defended you against her mother, seonghwa does against his wife. gives you a soft, sympathetic side eye before placing his larger hand on his wifeâs.
âthere are tons of jobs in photography too, honey,â seonghwa says, his voice so warm and soft and welcoming compared to hers even despite the slight edge in it.
âand she can travel to build her portfolio. itâs a fantastic opportunity to explore the world and make money. is there a particular type of photography youâd wanna do?â
you feel yourself relax slightly, a small smile on your face as you nod your head toward the striking couple.
âi would love to be a wedding photographer actually,â you mumble, a romantic at heart whoâs read and watched far too many novels and romcoms.
âtaking pictures of all those moments would be really fun, i think. like when the groom sees the bride for the first time or just everyone dancing and having fun. weddings are usually happy and i like to photography happy things.â
âthat sounds perfect for you then,â seonghwa smiles, his brown eyes lighting up and making you feel even more at ease.
âi think youâll do great, y/n. and you only have a semester left, right? maybe you and eunbi you could travel for the summer before you start your jobs.â
you ignore the swish of dread and anxiety in your stomach at the mention of next semester, instead choosing to smile softly and nod your head at the man.
âi think sheâd love that,â you giggle out, knowing damn well your roommate already has an extensive list of cities she wants to visit before âreal life begins.â
âand how do your parents feel about everything?â mrs. park asks, making your stomach twist with even more dread and discomfort. âare they proud?â
you wish you could fold in on yourself right now, swallowing the growing, nervous lump in your throat.
because not only is she making you incredibly uncomfortable right now, with her harsh looks and topic of conversation and snide little tone, she just mentioned the people you havenât spoken to since you left home at eighteen.
you donât know what to say, you have the slightest bit of concern you might throw up on her, when the loud, chipper voice of your roommate floats through the cold, silent house.
âiâm back!â her chipper voice yelps, sock-clad feet running through the house and sliding on the marble floor. âwhatâd you guys make?â
âyouâre late, eunbi,â seonghwa mumbles warningly, an innocent smile on her face as she picks up her plate of food and plops down next to you.
âam i? or are you girls just early?â
âiâm not a girl.â
âitâs a figure of speech, father,â eunbi says, smiling playfully at her father before turning to you.
sheâs able to tell the second she sees your face that youâre uncomfortable, the pink flush still lingering on your face and the tenseness of your shoulders making her frown.
âiâm sorry you were alone with them,â she whispers, genuine sorrow in her wide, mock-innocent eyes. âi got held up. or... down, rather, but i tried to leave on time. i promise.â
âuh huh, i bet,â you mumble back, fighting back a smile despite your discomfort.
because eunbi has always had something about her that made it impossible to stay mad at her, her carefree, unfiltered way of communicating that made being her friend so easy.
even if, sometimes, you wanted to kill her.
âso mom,â eunbi quips, turning her soft gaze to you before looking over her mother.
âwhat was with your little group of bitchy housewives today? you couldnât have had them over any other day? what kind of christmas disgrace is that?â
âeunbi...â seonghwa chastises lowly, the girl with her brow already quirked and eyes narrowed.
âi can do whatever i want in my home, eunbi. are you forgetting how things work around here?â
âhow could i, when iâm met with thirty middle-aged women with botox out the ass in my home the second i get back from school?â she asks, âyou didnât think me and y/n would wanna spend the break, like, resting?â
âyou ran off to your boyfriendâs the second you got here,â mrs. park bites back, her glass of wine empty as she pinches the bridge of her nose. âleft your friend all alone in your room. what did i tell you about leaving... guests unattended in the house?â
the accusation and direction of conversation is quickly making you feel uncomfortable, your head turned down in your lap and leaving your cheeks aflame.
sheâs making it sound like you would steal something in her home for christâs sake, like youâre not a guest whoâs dreaded coming here due to this very reason.
you block out the back and forth between eunbi and her mom, a few more seconds of yappy feminine voices before a deeply spoken âenough,â echoes through the dining room.
you even look up at the sound, watching as mr. parkâs eyes rest on you. his eyes narrow as he takes in the sight of your red cheeks, his gaze shifting from you to his daughter to his wife beside him.
ây/nâs here for a month and weâre gonna make her feel welcomed the entire time. if you two are gonna fight, donât do it at the dinner table.â
âbut dad, she totally-â
âmaybe you shouldâve taught your daughter-â
âno more,â seonghwa growls, a sense of finality in his tone that causes the room to go silent.
you can tell your friend is unbothered by the reprimanding, shoveling food into her mouth and sipping from her wine glass completely unbothered.
sometimes you wish you could be more like her, so unfazed by conflict or loud voices or the strained relationship with a parent.
eunbi was always open with you about the rocky relationship with her mother, saying more than once to you that if it werenât for her father, she wouldâve long cut off any contact with her.
she had never really been there for eunbi growing up, having nannies and chefs take care of her for most of her life - it was her nanny of fifteen years who taught her how to walk and talk, was there with her for all the milestones she met through infancy, childhood and even adolescence.
but even then, eunbi was nonchalant and carefree about it.
saying that sheâs not gonna waste her time being upset over it when she knows her mom doesnât think about her at all. it makes your heart hurt for eunbi, grateful that the girl at least has a good relationship with her father and boyfriend.
and you, of course. you consider her your best friend and you know she does the same - even if sometimes, you wanna pull her hair out.
âiâm gonna go the food store tomorrow, eunbi, so if you and y/n want anything, just text it to me.â
âoooh can we come!â she squeals, knocking her arm into yours like an excited kid in a candy store. âwe wanna try making our cookies again.â
âyouâre gonna bake?â the girlâs father asks, a look of doubt on his face that causes you to bite back a smile.
âno, weâre gonna bake,â she corrects with snark, ây/n measures the ingredients and stirs, i put it in the oven and watch.â
âright, silly me,â the man hums, a smirk pulling at his lips the more he sees his daughter get irritated. âbut of course you girls can come,â he says, his eyes flicking to you for just a few seconds too long.
you can only look back with a small smile, a quiet âthank you,â leaving your mouth that youâre positive he doesnât catch.
(he did).
you help clean your plate off before you and eunbi go up to her room later that night, once her doorâs closed and sheâs sitting down shooting her a look of disdain.
âi know youâre mad, okay, iâm sorry, i really am!â she whines, holding her arms out for you to come over. âi tried to leave but he wouldnât let me. he just kept wanting to-â
âi donât need the details you sick freak!â you yelp, going over and plopping down on her bed. âugh, it was just... so awkward. your mom hates me. she was utterly perturbed that i didnât switch my major to business.â
âugh, sheâs a crotchety bitch i swear,â eunbi says, falling onto her back and looking at you with sorrow in her eyes. âiâm sorry, i really am. i wonât leave you alone with her again, i promise.â
you quirk an unconvinced eyebrow her way, eyes full of doubt and distrust before she throws herself on you and squeals that, at least, now you can have a scary movie marathon without any interruptions.
it seems you also probably shouldâve made her promise last night that youâd never be alone with her father either; it didnât even occur to you at the time, not thinking that sheâd really ditch you two days in a row.
but alas, jiwoonâs car pulled up when all three of you were walking out of the house to the g-wagon for the trip to the food store, her shooting you an apologetic look and whispered condolences in your ear.
âiâm technically not breaking my promise because my dadâs nice,â she mumbled, the feeling in your body more nervous and aroused than it is angry and upset.
but she couldât know that.
âand when i break your head? then what, eunbi?â
âi love you,â she giggles in your ear, the playful tone of your voice letting her know she got off the hook again. âitâll be fine. my dadâs a good man. he wouldnât ever talk shit to you the way my mom does.â
little does she know how much you want her dad to talk shit to you.
talk to you in a way thatâs casual and playful and teasing, like the hints of it youâve seen in the car or in eunbiâs room when you were alone last night. you just want him to look at you with the slightest bit of something, even though itâs wrong.
not only because of his wife, no matter how big a bitch she is, but because of-
âdo you still wanna come with me?â
seonghwaâs voice pulls you away from your thoughts, looking to the man dressed in a long, black jacket and expensive loafers. he looks far too fancy and delectable for a trip to the grocery store.
eunbi is long gone by now, her giggles and carefree run down the driveway and into her boyfriendâs car leaving you and mr. park alone, with only the blue sky and crisp air as your witness.
him looking you over hopefully, with a twinge of teasing and longing in his gaze.
you looking at him full of nerves and excitement, biting down on your lip as you nod your head timidly.
âs-sure, if thatâs okay,â you say, looking from him to his car just a few feet away. âitâd be better than sitting in eunbiâs room again.â
a handsome smile crosses his face as he nods his head, heart pounding and throat constricting as you watch him walk toward the car.
he walks around the front of a smaller, sleek suv, your own eyes watching in confusion until he opens the passenger side door.
you can only stare blankly, head cocked to the side as you really start to wonder if this man is about to make you drive his car costing more than your life.
âare you getting in, y/n?â he asks, an amused smile pulling at his lips - almost like heâs making fun of your nervous, intimidated disposition.
you shake your head of the confusion, cheeks flushing in the cold december air as you do an awkward jog toward the car. you dip in beside him as your body hits the cool leather, craning your neck to shoot him a small, grateful smile.
your faces are closer than you anticipated, breath catching in your throat as his gaze watches you closely.
he doesnât say a word or move a muscle, taking a few moments for his eyes to roam your face and body before mumbling to buckle up.
you wish you knew how long the drive to the store would be, as it would slightly settle you and the thick, awkward tension in the air. it appears to be enough time for the heat to go on, warm air blowing from the vents before he asks if you want your seat heater on.
âoh, sure, thank you,â you mumble, a smile quirking on his lips as he presses down on the small circular button.
more silence lingers in the air as the trees outside you pass by, the bright winter sun and blue sky not making it feel like christmas is only a few days away.
you canât remember the last time the holidays have actually felt like it, though, Â all the lonely days blending into one and feeling as if they were the same.
maybe this year, because youâre surrounded by eunbi and her family, itâll feel less lonely. maybe youâll actually enjoy yourself and find that youâve missed out when you denied her invitation each and every-
âiâm sorry about my wife last night.â
those are words you donât expect so they shock you even more, looking at the older man beside you with a wide-eyed, confused gaze. his dark eyes are expressionless and casual on the road, one hand on the wheel while the other rests beside him.
âi... what do you mean?â you ask, knowing damn well you understand his apology - and given the unamused look he throws you, he knows youâre full of shit too.
âi donât think she means to judge you so harshly,â he begins, his deep, smooth voice full of sympathy and softness. âitâs not her place to question your education or major, so i just want to apologize for her.â
âthatâs not necessary, mr. park,â you insist, shaking your head as a small, breathy chuckle leaves you. âand itâs not like i havenât heard it before.â
because no one is ever too confident in any of the arts being your main source of income or profession; even your own parents, although it really wouldnât matter what you would have chosen, havenât been supportive.
and you especially havenât missed the looks of pity or distaste when you tell people on campus or at parties in the frat house, future business leaders or stem majors looking at you like just said the sky is hot pink. Â
âwell thatâs just ridiculous,â seonghwa says, ripping you from your thoughts so you can roam over his strong, handsome face. âitâs a great field to work in and something youâre passionate about. thatâs what matters most.â
he can tell by the way your cheeks flush that youâre slightly embarrassed and he canât help but find it endearing, licking over his lips as his mind begins to wander.
wonder about what other parts of you could flush so easily or what else he could say to really make the pinkness deepen.
âi guess,â you mutter, shrugging your shoulders as you look at the passing oak trees and mansions.
âand... what you said last night about traveling to build my portfolio,â you begin, shocked by the words continuing to leave your mouth. âthatâs something iâve thought about doing. i think itâd be really fun, regardless if i did wedding photographer or not.â
âyeah?â he asks, the smile on his face causing your head to jump. âi think thatâd be good, too. where would you wanna go first?â
your lips purse to the side as you think it over, a love for traveling anywhere you could but having an especially strong pull toward the tropics.
âcancun or the maldives,â you answer, the financial aspect of the trip leaving it most likely impossible for you. âitâll probably never happen, because iâd have to sell my first born, but iâve always wanted to go somewhere like that. somewhere tropical and fun.â
seonghwa bites his tongue about his multiple trips there, instead letting out a chuckle that causes butterflies to erupt. his eyes are too drawn to your body in the front seat, legs crossed and arms over your lap politely.
âyou never know,â he hums, ripping his gaze away before you catch his gawking. âyou might get there one day, after being the best wedding photographer the city has to offer.â
âoh, please,â you glggle out, cheeks flushing despite the absurdity of the comment.
you catch the smile that creeps on his face, the same handsome, carefree smile you saw in the car last time.
you try not to let it get to you, let your brain convince you that maybe he likes hanging out with you alone as much as you like it too.
âiâm serious,â he says, the earnest tone of his voice slipping into dad mode in a way he doesnât even realize. âyour parents must be proud.â
you bite down on your lip as you let out a soft, almost scornful, chuckle, a quietly mumbled âyeah,â leaving your mouth that causes his eyebrows to pull together.
he always thought it was a little suspicious that in the four years eunbi has known you, sheâs never told him about your parents; as far as he knows, sheâs never even seen them.
âshe has her scholarship and stuff so she doesnât really need them,â his daughter said one day, the two of them discussing why you were spending yet another break alone in the apartment.
âbut they donât want her home for the holidays? you told her she was welcomed, right?â
âugh, about a thousand times,â his daughter groans in the seat, throwing herself against the window dramatically. âi basically begged her, dad, but she said she didnât wanna intrude. iâm telling you itâs because mom is the biggest fucking-â
âeunbi...â
âyou know itâs true!â she squeals, seonghwa biting his tongue in an effort to be the bigger and better parent. âi donât even know why you guys got married.â
but thatâs what happens with teen pregnancies and rich families. how they were destined to marry anyway, due to their parents companies and stupid business politics.
it was one drunken night at his dadâs company party and a broken condom that sealed his fate with finality - made him go from a single, carefree high school student to a married businessman with a child just two short years later.
his wife was good at one point he likes to think, remembering she was gorgeous and sassy and not like the other girls who would drop to their knees for him.
but marriage and a child and just life quickly caught up with them, already trapped in a loveless, pointless marriage by the time he hit 25.
heâd be lying if he said he didnât stay for eunbi, that they both didnât stay for eunbi throughout her childhood and now just grew too used to being an unhappy married couple who live separate lives. Â
there was never any reason for them to divorce though, no one serious in his or his wifeâs lives and the hassle of money and disputing houses and cars and assets far too draining.
âi donât believe iâve ever met them,â seonghwa says, pulling into the store parking lot to see itâs less crowded than he suspected itâd be. âwhat do they do?â
you couldnât imagine anything more unbearable than disclosing to your friendâs hot dad who you may or may not have feelings for about the messed up relationship with your parents.
it just screams daddy issues, which might say a lot about your very attraction to him in the first place.
âthey run a little restaurant back in my home town. itâs about three hours from campus, which is why i donât really go home for breaks.â
seonghwa hums lowly, nodding his head as he looks at you at a stop sign.
youâre unnerved by the way his eyes roam you, like he can see signs of you being uncomfortable about your parents and wants to know why - but why would he care? youâre only his daughterâs roommate.
âdo you miss seeing them?â
you lick over your lips nervously, watching as his eyes darken every so slightly.
he watches each and every of your movements carefully, so in tune with your reactions and breaths you can just feel yourself getting more and more worked up.
not in the slightest, you wanna say. iâll probably never see them again and have no qualms about it, mr. park.
âi suppose,â you mutter, shrugging your shoulders as you apprehensively meet his gaze.
âyou suppose?â he asks, concern etched on his face. âwhen was the time youâve seen them? since your freshmen year?â
you avert your gaze as your teeth sink into your bottom lip, in no way wanting to have this discussion at ten a.m. when, much to your pleasure, an impatient car behind beeps at seonghwaâs mercedes.
his dark eyes move to the rearview mirror, narrowed and irritated in a way you canât help but think is sexy, before he puts his foot off the break and turns into the parking lot.
âi think this personâs leaving,â you mutter when you notice another car go in reverse, seonghwa snatching the spot before the impatient, crotchety lady behind him could steal it.
you canât help but smirk as seonghwa eyes her when you get out of the car, giving him a look thatâs half judgmental and half amused.
âwhat? she beeped at me.â
âarenât you supposed to be, like, an adult?â
he rolls his eyes as he takes a cart from the pile, nodding his head for you to go in front and âstop talking back to an elder.â
you canât help but smirk at his playfulness, taking your spot in the front and pretending as if you always move your hips this much when you walk casually; you wouldâve felt embarrassed, had you not turned around a few moments later to see his eyes already on you.
âwhere to first, mr. park?â
he has to bite back the groan threatening to leave his mouth, reminding himself to keep himself in check this month - starting tomorrow.
âdepends, y/n,â he hums, voice far too deep and sultry to be surrounded by innocent bystanders in the grocery store. âwhat do you want?â
words are caught in your throat and you can only stare dumbly, your plan quickly back firing as he appears to do the same - but itâs gotta be in your head, right?
regardless, it quickly humbles you in the form of a small, unsure shrug.
itâs how you two start walking up and down the aisles, seonghwa putting in what he remembers and items on his mental list while also insisting you put in anything you want.
your arms bump ever so often, softly apologizing and acknowledging it the first few times before you both realize it may be happening on purpose.
you stick close to him when the aisles get tight and crowded, his deep voice telling you to âgo ahead,â causing you to swallow shakily. you feel the presence of his hand just a few inches from your hips, lingering and hovering but never fully touching.
itâs finally when youâre in the bread aisle, seonghwa a few feet away talking to the man at the bakery counter, that you decide to put something in the cart.
you would usually never accept someoneâs offer to buy you something, already feeling bad about staying with them rent free and eating their meals without compensating.
but the brioche loaf brand is one of your favorites, only sold on occasion at the corner store near campus.
you press up on your tippy toes to grab the bag of bread, stretching your arm up with all your might. the plastic slips through your fingers just as youâre about to snatch it down, letting out an annoyed huff as you pulled down your sweater dress.
you mumble your annoyances before trying again, back on the tips of your toes with your arm raising when you feel a hand on the small of your back.
itâs large and warm and seeping through the thin material of your burgundy dress, a snappy protest about to leave your mouth when you catch mr. parkâs face in your peripheral.
thereâs a content look on his face as he takes the bag with ease, holding it above your head as his hand moves from your back to your waist with a gentle touch.
you look at him with wide eyes and a pounding heart, his hand on your waist so foreign and strange but... good. something you didnât even realize youâd been craving until it happened.
the strength and warmth of his hand, though if you think about it just enough, you can feel the weight of his wedding band through the fabric.
âis this what you wanted?â
his voice is deep and low as he speaks to you and you alone, your eyes raising to see him staring down at you. you canât make out the expression in them, just the darkness in his eyes and the frantic beating of your heart.
you canât even being to understand the context of his words right now because, yes, this is exactly what youâve wanted - but he doesnât know that, right?
âw-what?â
he canât help the smirk that crosses his face, all sorts of pride and satisfaction and arousal coursing through his veins at your current disposition.
âthe bread,â he says, stepping back and holding it out to you. âis this the one you wanted?â
your eyes narrow as you look at him, the smirk on his face, the amusement in his gaze, the playfulness thatâs radiating off him - is he fucking with you?
âoh... i... yes,â you finally say, coming to your senses and not allowing yourself to think this way anymore. âthatâs the one. i hope itâs okay.â
âof course,â he hums, placing the bread in the cart before going back to the front handles. âyou can get anything you want, i already told you that.â
you nod dumbly as you follow beside him, seonghwa picking more things off the shelves and muttering the list to himself as you try to get your shit together.
because yes, youâre attracted to him and yes, youâve found yourself alone with him for more than two days in a row and yes, thereâs been some lingering looks and touches but that doesnât mean anything.
you canât let your own deluded thoughts and desires get in the way of reality.
the reality that heâs your friend and roommateâs married father and youâre a college student. he doesnât want you just as much as you shouldnât want him so whatâs the problem here?
maybe itâs that youâre a 22-year-old woman whoâs only been on a handful of dates.
that the last time you made out with someone was when you were drunk and dared to kiss the first guy that walked through the bar (luckily, somewhat attractive and surprisingly polite).
that, maybe, youâre so horribly touch-starved and aching for affection, youâre trying to find it in a hot father figure whoâs just as kind as he sexy - and that, you think, is the second most tragic thing here.
because the first would absolutely be thinking that any of this, any of these stares or touches or coincidences of eunbi leaving you two alone, means something.
means that maybe this break is for you two is create an attraction and build some sort of bond and-
ây/n.â
youâre barely able to register seonghwaâs voice before his arm is wrapped around your waist, pulling your body into his taller one and having you pressed up right against him.
you were so lost in thought of him that you didnât see the older women skirting her cart around the aisle quickly, phone pressed to her ear as she yells to her husband about the christmas ham.
youâre not even sure if she shoots you a look of sorrow or utters any apology, too consumed and distracted by the feeling and proximity of mr. park.
his arm wrapped around you, your body pressed flush up against him, his neck craned down to look at you with a building... something in his eyes. playfulness and teasing but also something darker, something that makes your stomach swoop and renders you unable to move.
âare you always so clumsy and distracted?â he mumbles lowly, his deep voice quiet for only you two to hear - like he knows even in a sea of strangers, he has to keep these interactions quiet.
âwhat would you do if i wasnât here to help you, y/n?â
i wouldnât have been distracted in the first place, youâre tempted to say - but you certainly donât wanna open that can of worms, especially not in the middle of this grocery store with the way your heart is pounding.
âi... iâm sorry, i was distracted,â you mutter, playing up the damsel in distress just a little bit. âmy mistake, mr. park.â
he licks over his lips, swearing his name just being spoken has never effected him like this. he doesnât even know where this attraction came from, seeing you leave the dorm building yesterday morning and something in his body jumping at the sight of you.
maybe itâs just showing how unhappy he really is with his life, living day to day to just work. hang out with his friends and go to sleep alone - he doesnât remember the last time his wife touched him, looked at him like she wanted him or made any move to be with him.
he just knows that you showed up, looking so pretty and wide-eyed and coy, and is now about to lose his mind.
âitâs alright,â he says, hoping you donât hear the thick tension he hears in his own voice, like heâs some idiotic, hormonal young boy. âi think we only have a few more aisles left, anyway.â
he plucks the remaining items off the shelves before you both make your way to the self check-out, him scanning and you bagging because âeunbi says if my career as a photographer fails, i could be the best grocery bagger ever.â
âthatâs just because she puts the bread on the bottom,â seonghwa mutters, a smile on your face as you nod your head - she squished one too many of your brioche loafs before you realized bagging just wasnât for her.
your fingers graze ever so often, the coldness of his tips a stark contrast to your warmer ones.
a particularly big, bulk bag of vegetables proves to be a challenge for you, working through the packed bag with some difficulty. you let out an annoyed groan as you play a dangerous game of tetris, trying not to rip open the brown paper bag.
you finally get the box inside, a little bit prouder than you care to admit, when your precious brioche loaf is dropped right atop. you look up at seonghwa to see him already apologizing, your brow raised as you look at the older man in confusion.
did he think your hand was out? why would he just throw the food at you?
but itâs only when you feel a little more air than normal on your chest that you see what couldâve possibly caused the distraction, the white lace from your bra sticking out.
your cleavage in this dress was hidden for the most part, only becoming a little more obvious when you moved around or packed a shitload of groceries. it makes you bite back a smirk as you put two and two together, looking up to see his eyes still lingering over you.
two can play at this game mr. park.
âmr. park,â you begin, feigning a certain kind of innocence as you place your bread atop the other groceries and finally look up at him. âare you always so clumsy?â
it takes a few seconds for a smile to pull at his lips, the tick in his jaw not going unnoticed to you - so maybe this wasnât all in your head. maybe he wants you too... possibly.
âyouâre funny, y/n,â he mumbles, a smile pulling at your lips as he takes out his black card. âi guess i was distracted, too.â
you swallow the lump in your throat as you feel the slightest hint of arousal run through you, shaking it off and letting out a forced, girlish chuckle.
you pack the car a few minutes later without any lingering eyes or touches, seonghwa telling you about the meals they plan on cooking for christmas.
they usually donât make their own food for holidays but decided to have a more traditional set up for you and eunbiâs arrival - he also hasnât cooked a meal for his family in god knows how long.
âthatâll be great, thank you,â you tell him, clicking your seatbelt in as he backs out the spot. âiâm kind of a picky eater but iâll eat anything you guys provide me.â
âand you have the whole brioche loaf,â seonghwa says, a giggle leaving your mouth as you nod your head.
âtrue. itâs really good.â
âiâve never tried, perhaps youâd be willing to-â
his wifeâs name popping up on his car dashboard acts as a way to bring you back to reality, brings a certain kind of silence over the both of you for a few seconds.
like he wasnât just rubbing his body against yours and you werenât just flirting with him in the form of smirking lips and snarky comments.
you watch a twinge of annoyance behind seonghwaâs eyes, gaze roaming over the screen as if heâs in contemplation before muttering âone second.â
âhello?â
âwhere are you?â her voice snaps in annoyance, âi told you we had that board meeting at one.â
âand itâs only noon,â his deep voice mumbles, not matching her level of irritation but sounding a whole lot different than a few seconds ago. âme and y/n are coming back now.â
ây/n?â she spats, like itâs a disgusting piece of food she wouldnât dare put in her mouth. âwhat about eunbi?â
âshe went off with jiwoon before i could get her in the car.â
âso it was only you two?â she asks, the snide judgment and underlying tone in her voice causing your stomach to churn. âdid she ask you to buy a bunch of-â
âiâll be home in twenty and then be on my way over,â he says, cutting her off and hanging up before she can even get another word you.
your stomach churns and a sick feeling comes over you, her utter dislike and disdain for you causing you to bite your lip.
because not only does she not like you to be with her daughter, she doesnât want you with her husband (although, you suppose, you canât really blame her for that one).
âiâm sorry about that,â seonghwa winces, the silence lingering between you two heavy. âyou couldâve gotten anything you wanted, y/n. this is your christmas too. donât feel bad about anything, okay?â
you swallow the lump in your throat, your gaze moving to his as he stops at the red light.
your eyes lingering over his and his doing the very same, hand twitching to reach out and move the piece of hair from your slightly flushed face.
and there was something about the way you were both looking at each other, eyes so focused and unwavering and honest, that had you thinking maybe all of this wasnât in your heads.
but it didnât mean either of you could act on it - they were just... feelings of lust and wonder and all things forbidden, not seriously believing that a relationship like this could unfold right under the nose of his wife, his daughter and your roommate.
unless the pull was so desperate.
so overwhelming and all-consuming and present between the both of you, little moments couldnât help but happen.
strike one:
with none other than eunbi as a distraction, the girl promising she wasnât gonna leave you alone anymore, you were able to take your mind off everything.
the tension-filled, heart pounding moments with mr. park that felt just as wrong as they did right.
you spent a few nights going out with her, jiwoon and all of their high school friends, a surprisingly nice group of young adults who you got along well with.
they were loud and crazy and did far too many shots but they also seemed to be genuinely kind. even the boy who was flirting with you all night, handsome and tall with pretty dark eyes, acted as a good distraction.
grinding up against him as the music pounded throughout the bar, alcohol coursing through your veins allowing you to forget about the older man whoâs been living in your head for almost a week now.
âhow have i never met you before, y/n?â the boy mumbled lowly in your ear, your head against his shoulder carelessly.
but it was right there in that moment, him saying your name, that the moment was over.
because it just didnât sound like seonghwa, as delusional as that was.
it didnât get your heart racing or lips quirking the same way it did when you heard the older man say it. the smile attached to his handsome, mature face and the deep, lowly spoken tone that always held a hint of teasing and sincerity.
âbut danny really is so freakinâ nice!â eunbi squeals to you on christmas eve, the two of you in her immaculately white and modern kitchen prepping the chocolate chip cookie cough for tomorrow.
âand you two seemed to be getting along, i saw your ass all up on him.â
âeunbi, that wasnât me. that was the vodka. i donât know who that girl was.â
she throws her head back as a loud chuckle leaves her, telling you again that she warned you her snobby, rich little friends have been able to handle their liquor since middle school.
itâs how they cope, she had said, unloved kids with more money than god learning to deal with the world of limitless funds and minimal parental supervision.
âwell he hasnât stopped asking me about you, you know,â she hums, her eyebrows quirked suggestively as she mixes the bowl of ingredients lazily.
âand not just because of your newfound grinding skills, which by the way, are usually learned by the tenth grade.â
your eyes narrow at her comment, throwing a small ball of dough at her that she, impressively, catches in her mouth.
âhe really is just, like, so taken by you, y/n. seriously. i told him that youâre graduating this year with a degree in photography and he nearly came in his pants. he loves the artsy girls.â
âyou are so vile,â you snort out, shaking your head at the girl sitting criss-crossed on the counter. âand stop saying that. we both know iâm not graduating this year,â you mumble, her face falling pathetically.
âi told you weâre gonna find a way,â she whines lowly, looking at you with all kinds of sympathy and sadness in her eyes - she would offer to pay for you, if she didnât think you would smack her upside the head.
âoh and what? is my new boyfriend danny gonna do that for me?â
âin exchange for more grinding and a photoshoot, i think. do you want me to try?â
she lets out another giggle despite the way you pinch her leg, peeking inside the bowl with a surprising amount of pride.
"this looks good,â you mumble, swiping your finger to collect some of the chocolate dough.
âhey!â she whines brattily, thrusting a spoon toward your hand just a second too late. Â
âwhy are you whining in here like a child, eunbi?â seonghwa asks, walking through the entryway and the large, white island in the center. âwhat are you making? please donât burn the house down.â
âhaha dad, youâre so funny,â she mocks sarcastically, jumping down from the counter with her hands on her hips. âwhere are the baking sheets?â
a simple shrug from her father causes her to roll her eyes, grumbling about how she was really trying to avoid her bitch of a mother today. he holds back his smirk, about to reprimand her before sheâs out the kitchen and shouting for her mother upstairs.
itâs only you and seonghwa in the kitchen now, a heavy silence in the air as you stand there dumbly - bowl beside you, cookie dough adorning the top of your finger.
âwhat are you girls making?â he finally asks, his body moving closer and closer causing you to swallow.
âi... uh, cookie dough. for tomorrow,â you say, lifting your finger and wiggling the tip full of batter. âchocolate chip.â
his eyes move to your finger before grazing over your mouth, his tongue peeking out ever so slightly as he reminds himself to act right.
he hasnât been alone with you since that day at the food store, just seeing you in passing in the hallways or outside the house as you and eunbi went to and fro.
he hears your giggles at night and tired groans in the morning, quietly yelling at his daughter to wake up and get her ass out of bed.
and he knows itâs probably for the better, that you two donât find yourselves alone with each other, but he canât help but feel a rush of excitement right now.
you watch as he moves closer, with the same wide-eyed look youâve been giving him since he first saw you in your apartment weeks ago.
âahh, youâre making it from scratch? thatâs ambitious.â
âyeah, we googled a recipe,â you tell him, finger still beside you in the air.
you donât know what causes you to be so bold, maybe him attempting to carry out a normal conversation even though heâs looking at you with so much lust and desire, but you canât stop once you start.
âhowâs it taste?â he asks, his voice deep and slightly strained as he nods his head toward your finger.
you donât even bat an eye as you slip the tip of your finger in your mouth slowly, swirling your tongue around as you take up all the dough on your skin.
itâs sweeter than you originally thought itâd be but it tastes good nonetheless, keeping your eyes on him as you reamin as innocent and unassuming as possible.
âitâs good,â you say, dropping your finger like you didnât just make a show of licking and sucking it. âi like it better raw.â
you donât even realize your words until you see the fleeting look on his face, tongue swiping across his lip and eyes hardening. they roam you so slowly and darkly, you canât control the growing butterflies and swooping in your lower stomach.
âmm, me too,â he hums lowly, the hardening of his cock in his pants something he hasnât felt in forever. itâs taking everything in him to control himself, from his eyes popping out of his head to letting out the deepest of growls in the back of his throat.
âdo you want some?â you ask, cocking your head to the side questioningly.
he has to desperately hold on to his composure, not think about how easy itâd be to pin you against the cabinet right behind you. take just a few steps closer, have your back against the cold granite and let you feel just how much he wants some.
but he has to play it cool, push down these building desires and ignore your teasing because heâs almost fucking positive thatâs whatâs happening here.
âwant some what?â he asks, his voice lowering just a tad.
he hasnât played a game like this since college, watching as your eyes widen and brow quirks up.
but he sees thatâs exactly what it is when you turn around and face the bowl of cookie dough to him, a smile just as sweet as the cookies on your face.
âcookie dough. before we put them in the oven and possibly burn them.â
the breathy chuckle he lets out leaves your stomach in shambles, his tongue peeking out and poking the inside of his cheek causing a swooping sensation to flood through you.
but before he can even think to say anything, before your eyes can look over his body and make you feel even more warm and bothered, eunbi floats back in and fiddles in the cabinets for the baking sheets.
âthat woman is too much, i swear,â she grunts, whipping out the materials quickly before her head snaps to her father. âwhy are you still here?â
âi wanted some cookies. and to ensure y/n wonât allow you do burn down the kitchen.â
âit was one time, dad, and an accident. how many times do i have to defend myself in this house?â
you let out a giggle as you look from eunbi to seonghwa, your roommate turning her back to set up the practice baking session.
âletâs go bitch! i hope we didnât fuck this up.â
seonghwaâs eyes roam over you for a few more moments, his tongue swiping across his lips before, finally, leaving the kitchen with his dick hard as a rock.
strike two:
christmas consisted of successful cookies per your and eunbiâs homemade batch, passive aggressive comments from mrs. park about your degree and a whole fuck ton of sexual energy between you and seonghwa.
you could almost always feel when his gaze was boring into you, when you got up to take more mashed potatoes or kept your attention on eunbi as she told her parents about what job she wants to start at next semester. Â
itâs also when eunbi almost let it slip about your scholarships, had you not viciously pinched her arm and caused a pained cry to leave her mouth - if you ever thought jiwoon was gonna verbally assault you, it was certainly in that moment.
âwhy did you pinch me so hard?â she whined later that night, jiwoon passed out on the couch after five too many homemade cookies. âlook at my bruise.â
a genuine frown crosses your lips as you look at her arm, rubbing her skin gently as you mumble your soft spoken apologies.
âiâm sorry but i just... i didnât want your mom to know that,â you say back just as whiney and pathetic. âshe already thinks iâm an incompetent idiot. knowing i have to wait a whole year because iâm broke is just too embarrassing.â
itâs an admission that, while eunbi already suspected that, still makes her feel bad - it nearly makes her wanna cry, that you donât feel welcomed and loved in her home because her mom has to be a judgmental bitch.
ây/n...â
âbi, itâs fine, oh, my god do not cry right now,â you grumble, flicking her in the head lightly.
âi just feel bad,â she cries lowly, moving hrself closer to you and away from her boyfried. âitâs not fair, y/n. you worked so hard and now you have to wait. how could they do this to you?â
a small, touched smile crosses your face at eunbi as you shake your head, dabbing at her watery eyes.
if jiwoon wakes up, heâs literally gonna beat my ass,â you say, smiling when a wet giggle leaves eunbi; you donât want this time to be sad or upsetting. âi thought he was gonna hit me at dinner.â
âokay if heâs hitting anything, itâs gonna be my-â
âno. no, no, no.â
the snort that leaves her mouth doesnât help the sinking feeling in her stomach, looking at you with a frown still adorning her face.
âiâm sorry if my momâs making you feel uncomfortable. she does it to every single person ever and i donât-â
âitâs fine, please stop apologizing for her,â you say, the sinking reminder in the back of your mind that seonghwa had been doing the very same thing - apologizing for that woman.
âi know sheâs stressing you out, too. weâre in it together.â
âthatâs true,â she sighs, letting out a long, dramatic groan before resting her head on your shoulder. âiâm so bloated, i donât think iâm ever gonna be able to eat again.â
and it was funny that, days after the holiday, eunbi was still convinced that she was bloated from christmas dinner.
âbabe, i donât even think thatâs possible,â jiwoon consoled her, you and him sitting in her room as she gets ready to go down to the pool.
because, naturally, like everyone in this godforsaken rich town, they get ready to go to the pool thatâs inside of their homes; when eunbi told you to pack a bathing suit back at your apartment, you looked at her like she was insane.
until she clarified that her pool is heated and, conveniently, indoors.
âjust through the backyard,â she had said - and she truly meant it.
just a few yards away from the main deck area, with floor to ceiling glass windows that showcase the extravagant landscaping and, of course, the outdoor pool and jacuzzi just a few feet away.
âeunbi, this is insane,â you say, marveling at the sight before you.
âdonât you wish you came sooner?â she asks with a wink, your eyes rolling as you place down your towel.
you had the option to bring two bathing suits - a skimpy black one you donât remember being so scandalous or a red one you remember eunbi insisting you buy last summer.
and you just knew it was because danny was coming, currently showcasing his impressive eight pack that, truly, just doesnât do it for you - maybe if he was twenty years older, apparently, and somebodyâs father and husband.
you shake the thoughts out of your head, walking a few steps toward the pool before eunbi tackles you from behind. you both land with a loud splash, followed by the excited shouts and loud splashes of her other friends.
youâd be lying if you said you could remember the last time you had this much fun, splashing and giggling and acting so carefree despite the many challenges youâll have to face soon.
but thatâs not any of your concern right now, currently sitting atop dannyâs shoulders and trying to knock down eunbi in a game of chicken.
âyou little bitch! get your nails out of me!â
âcoming from the girl who literally just tried to choke me two seconds ago!â
âlike itâs your first time being choked!â
and you donât know whether jiwoon was shocked by you saying that statement or the fact that his girlfriend exposes all of her sexual kinks to you but alas, it did the trick in sealing you a victory.
a smug smile on your face as danny jumps up and down in excitement, your body bouncing and nearly falling over him had you not gripped onto his shoulders.
itâs at that time eunbi pops up from the water, hair a soaking mess and mascara running down her face. sheâs about to open her mouth, probably to yell at you, before a volleyball is thrown through the air and just misses her face.
instead, it hits danny square in the head. the boy letting out a yelp before you promptly fall backwards in the water, hearing eunbiâs shrill squeal and giggle on your way down.
you pop up and throw her a dirty look, danny rubbing at the back of his side before apologizing profusely.
âitâs okay,â you giggle out, about to say you shouldnât have been up there for so long before eunbiâs squealing in the air.
âdad, what the hell kind of aim was that!â
you feel your body stiffen before you quickly shoot around, none another than mr. park standing there looking as handsome as ever.
he puts the young men around you to shame, good-looking, muscular college boys who anyone in their right mind would find attractive - but they just donât beat him.
his striking eyes or tall, lean stature or the fact that heâs just so fucking-
âgot worse with age, bi, what can i say?â he chuckles, extra white fluffy towels in his hold that he places on the chair. âsorry, danny.â
seonghwaâs known danny for a few years now, one of jiwoonâs friends who seems... alright. not a bad guy but also not a good guy - just kind of there; but it didnât occur to the man just how much he was bothered by him until he saw you on his shoulders.
because he couldâve put you in danger, of course. put you in danger at his house where if things got bad, heâd be responsible; as for the ball, it merely slipped from his finger tips.
âno problem mr. park,â the kid smiles, the other friends gathering around and looking at him expectantly. âweâre gonna play a round of volleyball. you in?â
âno. no dads allowed,â eunbi whines, seonghwa rolling his eyes at his bratty adult daughter.
âwhy not? because iâm better than all of you, eunbi?â
âoh please,â she grumbles lowly, rolling her eyes and grabbing you to lead you toward the stairs. âyou know what, weâre going in the hot tub anyway. since she decided to rock my shit in chicken. enjoy my father traitors,â eunbi grumbles to jiwoon and his friends.
âi did not,â you protest weakly, feeling two pairs of eyes on you as you make your way out of the pool with your friend.
the first thing that strikes seonghwa, apart from the major twitch in his pants, is how skimpy your bikini is.
red bottoms with thin straps holding it up, a matching red top showcasing cleavage and beauty marks on your chest and all the things that are proving to drive him fucking crazy upon seeing you every day.
itâs taking everything in him to control the growing ache in his shorts, your eyes looking at him so coyly and attentively that youâre ignoring the college boy gawking at you right in front of him.
thereâs a certain sort of twisted pride in his chest, you giving him attention and seemingly reciprocating his interest, when thereâs someone younger right there for you.
younger and unmarried and more suitable for you. someone you can actually be with where it wouldnât be considered dirty or wrong or secretive; but maybe thatâs why youâre both drawn to it in the first place.
that, and because youâre both really hot.
âheâs literally hot, y/n! why donât you like him?â eunbi whines to you, the two of you sitting across from one another in the hot tub outside.
the december air is crisp but feels nice comapred to the steaming water youâre gratefully submerged in. anything to take you away from mr. park shirtless and wet in the pool right now.
âi do like him, bi,â you mutter, trying your best to convince her and now seem suspicious.
âokay, yeah, as a person but who cares about that!â she whines, flopping her hands dramatically in the water. âyou donât want him to rail you.â
âeunbi!â you squeak, splashing in her direction as a warm, embarrassed blush rises to your cheeks.
âiâm serious y/n. youâve never been railed before and dannyâs such a good option. heâs hot and heâs sweet and heâs so pathetically into you, itâs a little sick.â
you donât know what to say so you donât say anything, shooting her a look that screams can we please not talk about this because you donât know how much i actually wanna be railed by your father so letâs stop this discussion.
but she only rolls her eyes, moving herself closer to you so she can tug at your arm annoyingly.
âis he just not your type?â she questions, her eyebrows pulling together in confusion for a few moments before utter shock crosses her face.
âwait, what is your type? itâs... men, right? have i been hooking you up with the wrong gender this whole time?â she asks in disbelief, âcould we have been hooking up this whole time?â
you press your lips together so you donât burst out laughing, dryly replying âyes, eunbi, iâm into men.â
but the more you think about it, the more you think maybe you donât have a type.
âand iâve... never really thought about it before, to be honest. i just know iâm not into like... frat guys or whatever.â
because any party youâd been to, any douchey college guy wearing a backwards hat or cut off shirt, you had never been more disinterested. you couldnât ever picture yourself falling for someone like that, romantically or sexually.
the one time you remember thinking someone was hot was when you took film and lit with your 31-year-old professor.
âso older guys?â eunbi concludes after hearing that, a smirk on her face as she raises her eyebrows playfully. âwe gotta scope out some golf courses or retirement homes?â
âplease,â you scoff, a giggle leaving her mouth as she throws her head back gleefully.
âokay, really though, iâll tell danny youâre not interested and to stop trying so hard if youâre really not interested.â
but maybe danny as a distraction will be good.
will make you see that, perhaps, someone single and your own age and not your best friendâs father will be good thing for you to explore.
so you shrug lightheartedly, the smirk on your face causing eunbi to let out a low âoooh shit.â
you look over at her and your smile only widens when she knocks your shoulder, saying that youâre looking to be a play girl and drain a rich, lovesick man of some christmas presents.
âyeah, right! why drain a rich man when i can drain my best friend,â you tease, looking around her yard and still in astonishment that this is really her life. âi mean, two pools? is that really necessary?â
âthree actually. thereâs one behind the guest house on the other side. a small one. very humble.â
âoh, a small one, okay. great.â
she lets out another giggle, the two of you talking over plans for new years eve.
you might go up to jiwoonâs parents house in the mountains for the weekend, spend the time drinking with the small group of friends youâve come to genuinely like over these past few weeks.
âitâs only two hours away so it wonât be that bad either,â she says, getting up to shake the hot water off her arms. âiâll be right back, i have to pee.â
you nod your head, grateful she didnât piss in the pool and allowing yourself to sit there, eyes closed, body relaxed, in the silence.
you can hear the faint screams of the boys from the indoor pool area and the swish of the hot tub filter, peeking open your eyes when, suddenly, you think you hear a boom of thunder in the distance.
you watch the sky darkening and clouds coming in, signaling a storm is coming in soon and quick. a sigh leaves your mouth, enjoying your last few moments of peace before finally standing in the hot tub.
the crisp winter air blows and sends goosebumps up your arms, a shiver running through your body as you attempt to splash some hot water on your upper body.
you donât know how you know someoneâs watching you but you do, some sort of strange intuition within you looking up to see none other than mr. park standing a few feet away from the hot tub.
his dark hair is wet and hanging in his face, swimming trunks soaked and his exposed chest still dripping chlorine water.
you press your lips together as your eyes roam his chest, a hint of abs on his lean stomach that causes a small, strangled groan to leave your mouth - you will never understand how this man is pushing 40.
but the same way youâre looking at him, heâs looking at you.
water covering your body, currently hunched over trying to warm the rest of your body; but itâs when you stand he really starts to gawk, your figure standing full and tall and giving him a perfect view of your hardening nipples from the cold crisp air.
you can see the lust in his eyes the same way you know he can and youâre about to do something to just make him crack. mistakingly untie your bottoms, catching them at the last second so he thinks heâs about to get a peak.
or undo the back of your top and pout at him, ask him to please tie it back for you because itâs way too hard to reach behind and do it yourself.
or maybe youâll just drop to your knees right there, try to see if thereâs any hint of a bulge in his swimming trunk bottoms and-
his body is gone just as fast as he arrived, confusion covering your face before you shake your head of your perverted thoughts - dropping to your knees when his daughter and wife are right here, what the fuck is wrong with you today?
you blame eunbi, all her talk about getting railed when youâve been wanting to jump her fatherâs bones.
you carefully make your way out of the hot tub, not wanting to eat shit and scarp your leg on the concrete.
it feels like youâre about to freeze in the cold, another shiver wracking your body before you turn to stick your cold, goosebump-ridden arms back in the hot tub. it warms you for just a few seconds, a low, satisfied hum leaving your mouth before you hear footsteps coming up from behind you.
something in you tells you itâs him again.
whether it be the way your body heats up and feels prickly, the obvious feeling of eyes burning into your exposed back causing you to remain still and oblivious.
but you can longer remain oblivious a few seconds later, when a tall body is just a few inches away from completely pressing against you.
âyou forgot a towel,â is all he says, placing it on the wet rim of the hot tub.
when he leans forward to place the white towel down, heâs careful and meticulous with his movements. brushing up against you every so slightly and carefully that you can feel his hard bulge on your ass for a few seconds too long.
at first you think youâre crazy, feeling what you were trying to envision in your head, but then you absolutely know it thereâs.
you can feel the wetness from his bathing suit on your legs, his cock right there resting on the thin, red fabric of your bikini bottoms and if you were as weak as you felt inside, if he stayed there just a little bit longer, a moan wouldâve absolutely left your mouth.
if you pushed back just a little to feel more of his cock on you, grind your ass his hardness just enough to hear him let out a low groan or maybe curse a little.
but he moves away, almost like he knew the perfect amount of time before that happened and almost like he did it by accident - but when you turn around and see the look in his eyes, you know it wasnât.
the same way he can see a palpable desire and surprise and tension in your gaze, causing him to suppress a growing smirk. it makes you wanna tease him back in whatever way you can but you know that eunbiâs due back from the bathroom at any moment.
so you only cock your head to the side, lick over your lower lip carefully as you grasp the towel in your hands gently.
âthank you, mr. park,â you say, your voice as airy and sweet as you can possibly make it without sounding like an idiot.
âyouâre welcome, y/n,â he says, taking a few steps back as his eyes lock on you. he stays there for a few moments until he hears the door to the pool house open.
you watch his lustful, dark expression change right then and there, a towel wrapping around his lower body and his face stretching into a happy, father-approved look.
âso youâre good with anything for dinner, y/n?â he asks, his voice loud and clear enough for his approaching daughter to hear. âi know you mentioned you were picky.â
âletâs get pizza!â eunbi screeches through the air, telling seonghwa that everyoneâs staying over and theyâll need at least four boxes.
but you canât even think about pizza right now, not when this moment right here is solidifying the crazy thought in your head that your best friendâs dad wants you just as much as you want him.
you called him out later that night around one a.m., after eunbi and jiwoon were the last to pass out to your scary movie marathon.
the others were sprawled out on the basement floor, an intricate array of blankets and pillows on the floor that you attempted to weave through, both, skillfully and quietly.
there was a dryness in your throat that could only be settled by a cold glass of water, making your way through the house quietly and praying you donât run into mrs. park.
sheâs been just as passive aggressive as she usually is in front of people so you could never imagine being alone with her. wondering what the hell sheâd say to you without seonghwa and eunbi as buffers.
you were relieved when the lights were off in the kitchen, padding your way to the fridge to take out a bottle of water. you twist and turn the cap off to gulp down the cold liquid in the refrigerator light, a quiet gasp leaving you as your thirst is quenched.
you briefly consider going up to eunbiâs room to sleep tonight, not sure how you feel about being squished in with eunbi and jiwoon cuddling on the couch, when the light suddenly flicks off.
it causes you to freeze and halt all thoughts, fear running through you for all three seconds before you see seonghwaâs tall, familiar figure pass you. you watch him carefully in the dim light of the fridge, his shirtless chest yet again right in front of your face.
leaned back against the counter across from you, giving you a perfect view of his toned chest and gray sweatpants.
âmidnight snack?â he asks, the smirk on his face almost causing you to roll your eyes.
instead, your lips quirk into a small smile. raising your water bottle by your head and shaking it, the water swishing in your pounding ears.
âjust water,â you respond quietly, matching his low tone. âi hope thatâs okay.â
âthat you took water? of course, y/n,â he says, amusement in his gaze as he looks you over.
youâre freshly showered and in a pair of pajamas, matching pink sets that eunbi got you for christmas one year - he remembers because he was with her when she bought it.
a soft smile crosses your face, your back getting cold from the open fridge but not daring to move a muscle. not with him looking at you the way he is and with his body just a few feet away from you.
a silence lingers in the kitchen, you not sure why heâs looking at you and him waiting to see if you say something, before he bites the inside of his cheek.
âi wanted to say sorry about before.â
your eyebrow quirks up, interest so clearly peaked as you cock your head to the side.
âwhat do you mean?â
a smirk crosses his face as he watches you play dumb, head cocked and eyes wide and everything about you with such mock innocence, he thinks thatâs whatâs driving him the most crazy.
that you do this shit and say certain things with almost complete unawareness and innocence, if it werenât for the hidden look of desire and teasing in your eyes.
âyou know,â is all he says, his voice dipping and eyes twinging darker, it makes your lower stomach swoop.
a part of is positive, even if you ask, heâs not gonna say it aloud.
heâs not gonna say or acknowledge any of this aloud and make you guys play this game until you leave in a few weeks.
and then when you leave, unsure about your next prospects of college or education or even living arrangements, who knows if youâre ever gonna see him again.
so you only hum lowly, closing the fridge behind you and leaving you both in darkness. the only source of light is from the moon outside, lighting up half the kitchen from the large bay window.
it leaves you both incredibly exposed, anyone from the outside able to see the two seemingly innocent bodies standing toe to toe with each other; but they donât see the lustful looks and eyes full of desire, both of you so entrapped by the other, itâs obvious with the tension in the air.
âoh, well, then... itâs okay, mr. park,â you say with a smile, taking a step back as your eyes roam his chest one last time. âi didnât mind.â
youâre about to say goodnight when you see his arm reach out, shocked but oh, so ready ready to give into your desire and feel your body crash against his or your lips connect finally.
moan into his mouth and feel more of his hardness against you - but he only takes the water from your hand, presses his mouth against the plastic rim and swigs down a big gulp.
you watch with wide eyes as his adamâs apple bobs in the moonlight, head tipped back and body perched calmly on the counter as he takes a swig of your water bottle, spit exchanged and his mouth right where yours was.
he pulls back with an unreadable expression, licking the excess water from his lips before simply closing the cap, holding out the bottle and smiling at you with the most wise-ass smirk youâve ever seen, youâre not sure how youâre ever gonna one up this man.
"sweet dreams, y/n.â
strike 3:
your new years weekend get away turned into an extended stay that consisted of sleeping on a lumpy air mattress, five extra guests and so much alcohol, youâre positive youâre still hungover three days later.
âit wasnât that... we only did a... i mean it wasnât like we were....â eunbi says, the two of you laying on her bed nursing headaches and body aches to the severest degree.
âokay, it was pretty bad. we were kind of rowdy and out of control.â
âyou donât say?â you grumble, never one to black out and get that shit faced and then doing it nearly every night - maybe to deal with dannyâs pathetic soft looks or whispered sweet nothings to you.
ânothing is working either. not advil or water or greasy food. we mightâve fucked ourselves for life, bi.â
but if thereâs one thing that always helped for eunbi, it was a nice, long bath. steaming hot water that burned her skin and the prettiest bath bombs to make the entire bathroom smell of strawberries and cream.
so even though you didnât want to, nothing more comfortable than eunbiâs king size bed and warm, fluffy comforter, you allowed the girl to drag you to the bathroom down the hall to set up âyour last resort, hangover paradise.â
it consisted of every type of bath bomb and lotion and bubble bath the luxurious could dream of, sending her out immediately when you saw her sneaking in with a glass of champagne.
âare you crazy?â you ask, dipping your toe in the water to test the temperature. âthatâs what started this disaster.â
âfine, more for me!â she squeals happily, turning down the lights and pressing the bluetooth button for your phoneâs music. âenjoy. iâll see you in an hour, completely hangover free.â
âweâll see about that,â you grumble, your words falling on deaf ears as she locks and closes the door to makes her way back to her ensuite.
and as much as you wanna give eunbi shit for her pompous tactics and techniques for everything in life, you have to say that this is certainly helping.
soaking in the steaming hot water, with cucumbers on your eyes and quiet music playing through the ceiling speakers. the jets in the tub also added another layer of relaxation to it, healing your sore muscles from days of waking up on a hard, wooden floor.
the mirrors were steamed and the room was boiling by the time you got out, stepping on the fuzzy bath mat and drying yourself off with a towel. you had tried not to get your hair wet but it proved useless, your relaxed body sinking further and further down until nearly your whole head was wet.
you stretch your arms above your head as you let out a content groan, feeling the best youâve felt in three days and ready to take a nap.
but itâs at that moment, looking around the large steaming bathroom, that you realized you didnât bring a change of clothes in. meaning youâll know have to walk done the hall and into eunbiâs room in just a towel.
itâs fairly late, almost 11:30, so youâre hoping that her parents are in their rooms and fast asleep by now.
you peak your head out, feeling like a spy in a cheesy action movie as you look up and down the hall. you turn off the light once the coast is clear, walking quietly but quickly down to eunbiâs room - or wing, as it could be considered
youâre almost out of the gate, just a few more steps until you round the corner down eunbiâs hallway, when seonghwaâs tall figure is coming right up the stairs.
his head is down as he looks at his phone, still in his dress shirt and tie from his long day at work. you noticed that after the holidays, heâs been around the house less - working from home when he can but also needing to go into the office more often than not.
heâs at the top of the stairs when he finally notices your figure watching him, wrapped in a towel with a flush on your cheeks and your wet hair dripping on the floor.
it seems to be the thing to break him right now, not able to tear his eyes away or think of any fun, flirty comments to keep you from suppressing the need to roll your eyes.
because his days have been long and stressful and the only thing he needs right now is to just get off - and then there you are like something his prayers have answered, standing there quiet and awestruck at the sight of his loose tie and messy black hair heâs been running his hands through all day.
âh-hi, mr. park,â your quiet voice says, sweet and soft-spoken and utterly apologetic, like youâre embarrassed to be caught in just your towel - and he supposes that would make sense, to feel embarrassed about getting caught like this your friendâs father.
but he canât find it in himself to care right now, two seconds away from dragging you down to his office so he can finally fuck you over his desk - but he knows that would be the worst decision in the world, for countless reasons.
âhi, y/n,â he grumbles back just as low, leant against the railing with a voice that sounds defeated and gruff.
âare you okay?â you ask, something about his voice and demeanor off.
he has to hold back a strangled laugh, his lips quirking up before he bites down on his lip.
âiâm... iâm fine, thanks. workâs just busy,â he says, a certain part of his chest warming at the fact you even asked - he knows his wife wonât when he walks in their bedroom in a few minutes.
âoh, okay,â you respond, twirling with the end of your towel nervously. âwell... iâm sorry to hear that.â
he allows himself to let out a chuckle this time, shaking his head as he looks over your bare, wet face; youâre too pretty for your own good, heâs not even sure you realize just how pretty you are.
just how much he really wants you and just how much heâs coming to like seeing you in his house everyday.
âitâs alright, thatâs why you gotta do something you love, right?â he quips, his long fingers up to recreate a camera, pressing down as if to snap a photo.
it cause you to let out a soft, genuine giggle, nodding your head and easing the slight embarrassment of him catching you in a towel.
âright,â you say with a smile, shy smiles and gazes shared until you finally look away in fear of your cheeks warming again.
but it doesnât stop him from admiring the view of you, your bare face and exposed chest before the towel covers up all the parts he wants to so desperately explore.
he pictures dropping your towel and hearing it fall to the floor with a plop, take in the sight of your perky boobs and hard nipples in the air.
drop his mouth just a little bit to your neck, pressing small kisses against your skin as his fingers knead your nipples, all the quiet moans and breaths to make sure you two donât get caught shooting right to his cock.
he probably wouldnât be able to control himself, sliding a finger into you right then and there in the middle of the hallway, pressing your back against the wall to have you trapped against his larger body.
heâd pump his finger in and out of you slowly and tauntingly, hearing how wet you are and feeling how tight you are. itâd be similiar to how this past month has just been both of you taunting and teasing and beating around the bush, occasionally letting his fingers curl to his your g-spot or graze your sensitive clit.
and then heâd drop to his knees to taste you. make sure he sucks and licks and takes your clit in his warm mouth that youâre-
âi should get back to eunbi,â you finally say, breaking the silence and ripping him from his dirty, hidden fantasies. you canât take the lust and desire in his eyes that you see when he looks at you, an painful ache building between your legs more and more.
âgoodnight, mr. park.â
you nearly run into eunbiâs room and slam the door had you not seen her sleeping form, passed out right there in the middle of her bed wearing a baby pink robe.
you look beside her to see an extra one laid out, a silky lilac one that causes a small smile to cross your face.
youâve never felt material like this on your skin, basking in the feeling of the smooth, silky material as you clean up her room quietly - both to tidy up and distract you from the ache in your legs and last encounter with her father.
for eunbi growing up with housekeepers and nannies her whole life, it always surprised you how clean and tidy your roommate was; the sink was never full of dishes and you alternated vacuuming the living room carpet.
but itâs obvious all of that is a facade because since the moment she got home, her messy ways have shown through - you find it endearing, though, and itâs all very eunbi: a homey, lived in mess of luxurious items and articles of clothing worth more than your childhood home.
the girl in question had moved to the right side in her sleep as you cleaned, a quiet chuckle leaving your mouth. you look to see both your water bottles are empty, deciding on the brave decision to go downstairs to grab two new ones.
the last time youâd done that, you thought for sure mr. park was gonna jump your bones - and you know you were gonna let him.
your mind is littered with memories of that night as you make your way through the dark house of twists and turns, carefully going down the stairs as you walk toward the kitchen.
thereâs a room with beautiful double doors on your left, a room youâve walked past hundreds of times throughout your stay here. eunbi told you it was her dadâs first floor office, where he usually worked and had his meetings from home.
the first thing you notice from down the hall is that the door is slightly cracked open, a peak in from the dimly lit kitchen showcasing some fancy decor of a globe.
as you make your way closer and closer, your ears are met with a quiet, strangled groan that causes you to stop in your tracks; your mind begins to race with a million different scenarios of what you could be walking past right now.
your first thought is that youâre about to see mr. and mrs. park in a very compromising position over his desk - and, as sick as it sounds, as delusional and crazy and absurd as it sounds, that prospect makes your stomach sink and twist painfully.
but that would be normal, you suppose; theyâre a fucking married couple after all and seonghwa had seemed stressed from work. obviously he was gonna ask his wife to help calm him down and relax him.
get all of his stress out in the form of-
you shake your head before you can even think about it, forcing your feet to move past the office doors.
and itâs like you canât even stop yourself from peeking in, confirming to see if your thoughts are correct and youâre about to be gutted, when you take in the sight before you.
seonghwa still in his loose tie and white dress shirt, pants around his ankles and his head thrown back in his office chair as his own hand jerks his cock off.
everything about it is dirty and wrong and you know you shouldnât be looking in but you canât stop.
you canât stop watching the way his hand works around his cock expertly, long and thick and so fucking nice it nearly makes you drool. the thought of you on your knees before him, taking him in your mouth and licking and sucking around the tip, making you bite back a moan.
you canât stop your eyes from looking at his face, his head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut with his neck on display - perfect for you to bite and give hickies, if you were on top straddling him.
you canât stop the painful ache and wetness seeping in your thong as you watch him get off, his groans and grunts and heavy breaths making you wanna whine out in arousal.
and itâs that suppression right there, getting so worked up and horny over the sight of your peeping tina activities, that cause you to pull yourself away.
because as much as you donât want to and as much as you wanna help him, you canât.
you can only scramble into the kitchen and get water as fast and quiet as humanly possible, scurrying past the office and up the stairs with the stealthiness of a lion.
you can only lay in bed with the thoughts of your roommateâs father and the noises he makes, the sight of his cock and the hand movements replaying over and over in your mind.
and you realize that night, with only a few more days until you both have to leave for the spring semester, you can only hope to never see mr. park again.
let this flirtation and fascination and utterly screwed up infatuation with your roommateâs dad be nothing but a dirty memory youâll keep to yourself for the rest of your life.
because if itâs not, if you have to see him again and have him in your daily life again, you wonât be able to hold yourself back.
your lust will turn deeper and youâll find yourself in a much bigger issue than damp underwear and secret, forbidden moments with mr. park seonghwa.
you shouldâve known with only two days left of your stay that eunbi was gonna let the news slip.
you were at least grateful for the fact that mrs. park had a charity ball with her clan of âbotox getting, bitchy sounding gold diggers who need to desperately get laid,â successfully riding her of your last friday night dinner.
âso you girls donât want a new apartment then?â seonghwa asked, glass of wine in his hand as he looks at the two of you questioningly. âthat buildingâs looking for a new owner, eunbi, i think itâd be perfect for you both.â
âdad donât be ridiculous, we canât own the building!â eunbi says, swatting her dad playfully as she shovels a piece of food in her mouth. sheâs casual and comfortable without her momâs prying eyes and biting tone, her foot resting on the white fabric beneath her.
âand besides, i might be alone in there soon. we still donât know if y/n is gonna be starting her-â
you kick the girl under the table roughly, her face pulling into a wince as a cry leaves her mouth.
âow, y/n! what the he-â
but itâs upon seeing your white face and annoyed expression that she realizes what she said, her mouth falling open and silent as she looks at you apologetically.
âoh shit...â
you can only shoot her a pained, sarcastic smile, daringly looking at seonghwa whoâs watching the two of you with a curious expression.
âwhat do you mean?â
silence hangs in the air, you and eunbi sharing side eyes and dejected looks with her dad before he cocks an eyebrow at the both of you.
âgirls... what do you mean?â he asks, his voice deeper and more serious, taking on a dad-like tone eunbi isnât used to hearing from her relaxed, playful father.
and thatâs when, before eunbi can open her big mouth any further, you calmly and regretfully explain the situation with your scholarship.
how you got an e-mail a few months ago about alternate funding for the art department and that you were one of the many students who, while keeping up your end of requirements, could not be awarded money.
âitâs awful that they can do that,â seonghwa says, his eyes full of the same sympathy and outrage eunbiâs held - except he knows that this happens all the time. that itâs unfair and sick and a big ploy in the education system that needs incredible reform.
especially when it hurts students like you.
âyeah but it is what it is,â you say, trying your hardest to steer the conversation to literally anything but this (in fear that youâll scream or start crying or have yet another anxiety attack).
âi can just finish up in the fall, itâs no big deal,â you lie through our teeth, a sad smile on your face as you look at eunbi. âiâm just sorry it messes up our combined graduation party.â
a frown crosses eunbiâs face as she smacks you in the arm, pulling you closer to her just so she could cuddle herself into your arm.
âi will wait for you,â she proclaims dramatically, a pout on her lips and starry-eyed look in her gaze. âi will wait as long as i have to. if they delay it any further, father, you will simply have to sue the school.â
âfather, huh?â seonghwa hums lowly, his lips quirking into a smirk.
father is the term eunbi uses when she wants to use him and his money, whether it be blackmailing unfair teachers or shitty students or calling for him when her and her mom are fighting.
âyes, father,â she says, looking to you with a sweet, apologetic smile on her face.
âiâm serious, y/n. we got your back,â she quips with a wink, a pained smile on your face that she knows means you canât wait to let her have it when you two are alone.
âyou had one job, eunbi, and you were doing so good,â you say in her room later that night, pacing back and forth as she sits on her bed like a scolded child. âliterally two nights left and you let it slip out!â
âiâm sorry, okay!â she whines for the ninth time, a pout on her face as she plays with fingers; you wanna roll your eyes seeing it, knowing for a fact thatâs something she does when sheâs in trouble with jiwoon.
âi didnât mean to, it just slipped out!â she begins to defend, âand it was only my dad! he wouldnât dare say a bad word about you, y/n, he loves you.â
you ignore the twinge in your chest when you hear her say those words, feeling a tad guilty at the bodily reaction you have about her own father. how much youâre hiding from her and that you have these suppressed feelings and secret moments in the first place.
âloves me or not, bad word or not, itâs still embarrassing, eunbi,â you say, a frown on your lips as you start to hear the situation aloud.Â
âi still canât pay for my tuition and have to wait almost a whole year to take a degree in fucking photography. like how embarrassing is that, all of this just for me never find a job and live in a box.â
youâve only seen a flash of anger on eunbiâs face a few times in your life, the incident with the dorm girls and her dad and when a sorority girl tried to kiss jiwoon at the bar.
and you see it right now, her small but mighty frame jumping off the bed and lunging toward you quickly.
âare you kidding me!â she squeals, smacking you in the arm and pushing you down on the bed.
âwhat the hell do you mean a degree in fucking photography? or living in a box? youâre gonna be the best photographer in the world and shoot every event in my life and charge me quadruple the amount!â
a smile pulls at your lips as you hear her go on and on, hype you up and build up your confidence and tell you to never talk that way about yourself again. how thereâs nothing embarrassing about not being able to afford thousands of dollars when you were alerted about the expense on such short notice.
âokay, okay, i know that,â you eventually give in, letting out a sigh as you flop down on her bed. âitâs just.... stressful. i canât move back home but i also need to get like, a real job. a job thatâs gonna pay well so i can save up as much as possible.â
âand weâll find you that when we get back,â she says, assuring with a confident look in her eye and her hands in yours. âi can promise you, with or without my fatherâs connections, weâre getting you a job.â
her words prove to reassure you for the remainder of the night, when, after she kisses your ass a little more, asks if she can go to jiwoonâs for a little.
you spent that time in her room looking at nearby job offerings and building up your resume and cover letters, working well into the night hours with a text from jiwoon that she fell asleep and will be back in the morning.
you stretch your arms above your head with a quiet groan, noting itâs almost one oâclock and youâre fucking parched yet again.
itâs no surprise to you when the lights in the kitchen are on, dimly light and no noise around as you pad your way to the fridge.
you almost expect the footsteps that come in a few moments later, when you take a sip from your water and close the fridge without hesitation.
âhave you told your parents about tuition?â
youâre confused by the statement that leaves seonghwaâs mouth, brows pulled together and a sinking feeling in your stomach at this conversation again - because as if tuition wasnât enough, he just had to bring up your parents.
but you donât wanna beat around the bush any longer; you two seem to do that enough.
âme and my parents donât talk,â you say, straight forward and quiet as you look right at him.
itâs the first time he sees you look a little broken and defeated, a certain kind of sadness shining behind your eyes that makes him wanna pull him into you. it feels like a protective instinct heâs used to, caring for the people in his life and not wanting to see them struggle.
âthey wouldnât help me anyway.â
this protective instinct feels a little different in this moment, something else tugging in his chest that he hasnât felt in a very long time - not until he started seeing you more.
âbut itâd be a shame if you didnât finish, y/n. you got so far and youâve done so well for yourself.â
you smile a little at the praise, tongue rolling over your lips in a way he certainly doesnât miss - but this moment isnât about that. itâs not something he cares even a little bit about right now.
âthank you, mr. park, but i am gonna finish,â you say with finality, the confident and sure tone making a strange sort of pride swell inside of him.
âi just have to save up money and iâll start in the fall. itâs really not that big of a deal,â you tell him with a smile, taking a few steps back so you donât feel too crowded by him.
âeunbiâs gonna help me look for jobs when i get back,â you say, a teasing smile pulling at your lips as you look at him. âa big girl job. something real and hard, thatâs gonna make me super stressed and agitated.â
so much so that i have to get off at the thought of you.
a deep chuckle bubbles out of him that you match with ease, the two of you sharing small smiles and quiet giggles in the middle of this spotless, white kitchen.
âcanât do what you love quite yet, i guess,â seonghwa says, his eyes roaming your face so slowly and carefully, it makes you a tad bit nervous.
you hadnât realized how natural and easy this conversation was between you two, like you were talking to someone youâd known your whole life opposed to someone youâve barely known for four years.
his hand itches to reach up and touch your hair, tuck the soft, silky looking strand behind your ear and watch your cheeks heat up when your skin touches; but instead, he smiles down at you, inching closer until heâs just looming over you and staring down at you with a soft, undetectable look in his eye.
âbut itâll be worth it in the end, i think. itâs just gonna... take some time.â
you lick over our lips, throat and mouth suddenly so incredibly dry, as you nod your head.
âyeah, i think so, too,â you say, your lips smushing together nervously before you open your mouth to speak again - this could be one of the last times youâre alone with him.
âthank you for letting me stay with you guys, mr. park. itâs been... really nice spending time with people for the holidays.â
he feels his heart twinge in his chest again, his eyes falling down to your lips and swearing heâs never wanted to kiss someone so bad in his life. Â
âof course, y/n, itâs been a pleasure,â he says, a smile quirking at his lips with a hint of something you just canât quite make out. âmaybe weâll see each other again soon.â
it was five days before classes started that you got the confirmation e-mail - a message confirming your tuition for the spring semester was paid in full and your current balance was $0.
you had to look over the message for three whole hours making sure you had read the e-mail correctly, even going as far to call the bursar office to make sure they had the correct address.
but they had confirmed with surety that your balance was paid off, urging you to quickly sign up for the classes you need before the day was over.
âokay, you will never believe what interview i was able to score for you,â eunbi says the moment she walks in the apartment, shopping bags up her arm and gucci sunglasses perched atop her head.
âiâll admit, the vibe was a little off with the coworkers but i think itâd be a great opportunity to-â her eyes catch your laptop screen on the school website, a list of classes and times on your screen that causes her eyes to widen.
âoh?â she squeals, running over and throwing herself down on the couch beside you. âwhat the heck are you doing? are you... did you...?â
the lie came way too quick and easy to you, excitedly blabbering out that there was a change in the system and your scholarship was approved - âi think they felt bad that i was a graduating senior,â you said, eunbiâs face pulled into the happiest smile youâve ever seen.
she clapped and danced and bounced around in excitement, proclaiming you guys just had to go out and get drinks to celebrate the fact that your surprise party was back on.
but you could only sit there with your thoughts and suspicions and this overwhelming feeling deep within your stomach that, while eunbi definitely doesnât know, her father mightâve just paid your college tuition in full.
(part 2)
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