When A Lady Meets A Lady Killer
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Eight in the morning and the rays of the sun shining through the white curtains of my window had me stirring awake from the most amazing sleep I have had in a while. My eyes slowly began opening, adjusting to the brightness of the room when suddenly my hand accidentally brushed up against something as I was about to stretch my limbs.   Looking over to the left of me, my eyes scanned over a form who's curves were outlined beneath my linen sheets. I chuckled lightly. I had almost forgetten having brought someone home the night before. It would explain why I finally felt so reenergized after having been so ually deprived for a few weeks thanks to school and work.    Sitting up, I let the sheets fall off of me and was able to somewhat recall the blonde who slept beside me. What was her name again? Nana?  it, if I knew. it if I ever knew the next morning.    I was never one to really remember my one night stands, and for good reason: They're only meant to last one night. Anything beyond that means nothing to me; including their name.   I managed to take a quick shower, even get dressed and ready before deciding it was a good time to grab a handful of her clothes from the floor and wake her up.    "Hey," I spoke out as I sat beside her still sleeping body on the edge of the bed.   She stirred a little but managed to slowly open her eyes, a little smile drawn on her lips.  "Morning, cutie."   I smiled as a result  and held out her clothes for her, which she grabbed with a hint of confusion in her features. "Get out."       ----------- ♦ ----------       "You're an , Song Minho!" She yelled out before she slammed my front door shut behind her.   Yeah. Yeah. Like I haven't heard that before.   See, here's the thing women don't think I know about them. All the girls here are very well aware of my reputation. It precedes me well. So why do they offer to sleep with me then if they know?    Simple. And I'll tell you why...   Because they think they can change me.   Every girl wishes that they can be the one to tame the untamable. To change the heart of the so called bad guy and make him good. But that's not how it works. This isn't some crappy romantic-comedy. The change can only be done if the man is willing. And I am not a willing man. No woman can ever change me.   Grabbing my bag from the couch after finishing my breakfast, I headed out. If I were late to class again, my professor would kill me.   "Morning, Minho." At the sound of her voice I froze. I had just entered the elevator when her beautiful voice caught my attention. I looked to the side and saw her standing near the buttons with her back against the wall. She flashed me her beautiful smile and I could've sworn I felt my heart quiver.   . I should be used to this by now. How am I not used to this?    "M-morning," I gulped.   Oh me. How have I seriously not gotten used to this yet?    She gave me another smile before going back to the book she had open in front of her. I hesitantly looked forward, but then took a moment to admire her from the corner of my eye. She was short, always had been, but she was the type that had the most well developed body I had ever seen. I noted a few weeks ago that she had been slimming down, even hitting the gym, but now the results were becoming obvious. Her figure was glorious. And today was no different as she wore a pair of coral high-waisted shorts, a blank tank top which she had tucked inside the shorts and over that a thin white sweater. Her outfit definitely complimented her copper-toned skin, but even more so showcased how well endowed she truly was, despite being modestly dressed. She had that over other girls. That fact alone truly made her stand out as a real woman.   At the sight of her exposed cleavage, I my lips. My damn, was she beautiful.   "So how was your weekend?" I heard her ask and flinched at the thought of possibly being caught.   "Huh?" I asked, playing dumb, hoping to God she didn't catch me looking.   "Your weekend?" She repeated again before closing her book and placing it in her bag, seemingly unaware of what I had been doing. "How was it?"   "It was good," I cleared my throat, not wanting to give too much detail. I was aware that she most likely knew about what I did during my past-time, including on the weekends, but I guess I just wanted to play ignorant in hopes that maybe she didn't. "Yours?"   She looked at me sadly. "Pretty uneventful."   "No battles?" I asked, genuinely curious but somewhat already expectant of her answer.   "Not this weekend, no. And other than that, I don't really go out much." I knew that. Of course I knew that. I always kept an ear out to hear if she and her crew were battling at the clubs. But since I didn't want to look like some stalker, I decided to feign ignorance once again.   "How come?" I asked, also knowing the answer to this as well.   "Good question. I guess I don't have a reason to." She was never one to party. Her passion for dance and her studies always came first and foremost. She balanced the two of them well.   I nodded in understanding. "Oh."   She laughed lightly, the sound of it lightening up my mood. "Yup." The elevator belled chimed, signaling our stop on the ground floor and opened its door to let us out. "It was nice talking to you," She started when she came to a stop and turned to face me. "We should try catching up soon."   "S-sure," My heart beat sped up, and I was seriously trying hard to keep my composure in her presence. "I'm up for it."   "Cool. See you later."   "Yeah. Later!"    So, remember when I said, no woman could ever change me? Or at least that I wouldn't be willing to change for a woman?   Yeah... Well, I lied.   There's one.   Just one.   The one.   The only one.   Her name, Lee Minyoung. The only girl who can make me stutter like an idiot, makes my heart feel like it's about to beat out of my chest, and makes my blood pressure shoot up to the point that I feel like I'm about to faint. She's the only girl who I can't bring myself to sweet talk because I don't have the balls to. Actually, it's more like the girl I can't sweet talk because I don't see her like how I see the rest. She was above it. The only girl who has had my attention since day one without even trying. The only girl who makes me question my sanity. The only girl who completely embodies everything I would ever want or need in a woman. The only girl I feel was meant for me. The only girl I'm fated to be with. And the only girl who I can say wtih 100% certainty that I have ever loved.   I've known her since I was a kid. We lived in the same neighborhood and as a matter of fact, the two of us lived across the street from one another. You can say I was fond of her then too, but never did I think it would develop into what it was now. God, never would I have ever even imagined it.   It all started on the first day of my second year of middle school: Seventh grade.    Back then I was just a stupid a kid. There wasn't a girl I had really liked in my grade but it was mainly because I had always had my eyes on someone else. Someone who was two years older than me. That's where Min comes in. At this point, she was in her first year of high school and she was the cause of me overlooking all the girls my age.   Something happened on that first day that changed my life forever. Something that would also make me perceive her differently forever as well. I just didn't know it then.   Considering we always went to the same school and even the same after school program, I didn't think too much of seeing her off on her first day as a ninth grader. But boy was I wrong.   Just like how I do now, I froze upon seeing her for the first time when she walked out of the front door of her house. My jaw dropped and I felt my eyes widen at the sight of her. Min was always smaller than me, but her presence always made her seem like the biggest person in the room. You can say her beauty was also very simple, but her smile, her laugh and her large eyes were what really made her stand out. But upon seeing her that day, my opinion changed. Min was drop dead gorgeous. Her smile, her laugh and her large eyes were just simply my favorite parts of her. Because at that moment, standing in front of me, was a total bombshell of a woman.    In elementary and middle school, I had always seen Min wearing an oversized uniform that fell too long because they never had any that were a small enough size for her. Outside of school she also would wear baggy jeans and a t-shirt because the majority of the things we did consisted of playing outside. But Min was younger then and her interests were different.   But on that day, for the first time in all of the years I have known her, she was wearing a sporty looking but form-fitting dress that hugged her body in all the right spots, with a pair of classic black and white converse. For the first time, I realized that what Min had hidden under her ordinary clothes were a series of dangerous curves. From the ones on her chest to the ones on her waist, back, hips and thighs. And it was understandable why they had been hidden. A twelve year old me couldn't breathe at the sight of her and I finally felt the effects of puberty by a fourteen year old Min.   "So,