She let out a shaky breath, conscious of the phone that angrily vibrated against her nightstand. It was probably the five-hundredth it had rung. Her teeth gnawed on her bottom lip anxiously. How was she supposed to answer that question? How is one supposed to feel about ting?

After she had read the message she threw the device on the bed and went about with various daily errands she had to accomplish…or at least try to. But like some sort of magnet, she would find herself rooted in the middle of her bedroom, phone in hand as her eyes bore through the words.

So…how do you feel about ting?

Seungri on the other hand was appetent. His mind was a mess of thoughts as he paced his room, impatience spreading through his frame. What was taking her so long to reply? He would have called her back immediately after his…ers left with satisfied smug smirks on their faces, but she was probably flustered and being the gentleman that he was (because he is a gentleman, to some degree) he had decided to let her regain her composure.

But damn it all, his patience was wearing thin.

His fingers made movements to call her until his phone suddenly buzzed.

—

She silently panicked once she realized her fingers had sent what her alter-ego managed to type out. “Crap,” she suddenly thought. What was she getting herself into?

(1) Unread SMS

Sent: Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Depends how good you are.

His head was thrown back in laughter as he read her bold text. A mischievous grin spread through his features as he meticulously typed out another message.

(1) Unread SMS

Sent: Wednesday, May 16, 2012

I hope you’re sitting.

(1) Unread SMS

Sent: Wednesday, May 16, 2012

And why is that?

(1) Unread SMS

Sent: Wednesday, May 16, 2012

I’m going to make your knees go weak.

She laughed suddenly, this whole situation seeming a tad unusual for her.

(1) Unread SMS

Sent: Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Is that so?

He grinned, quite satisfied that her usual poised and reserved attitude was taking a turn into a vixen.

(1) Unread SMS

Sent: Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Close your eyes. My hands are hovering over your bare thighs and I can feel the goose bumps spreading at my touch. I kiss your neck softly, teasingly—just the way you like it before I nibble it. Your hands are going through my hair and it feels so good that I can’t help but groan before I press myself into you as some form of relief. I just want you so badly baby.

He stopped for a moment, his breathes coming out raggedly as he pictured it vividly in his mind’s eye. If only she was at an arm’s reach. He was ravenous for her real touch, for her lips on his. With one final exhale he managed to steady his senses and continued,

And you want me just as bad, so bad that your hands shyly play with the hem of my shirt, silently telling me that I’m wearing too much. So I do what you want and take it off, but I even out the playing field by taking yours off too. I try hard not to take you then and there because I wanna get familiar with your body. I want to know every special place you have, every pressure point that’ll make you scream my name out louder.

Satisfied with his handy writing, he sends it, a smug smirk splattered across his face as he waits.

Minutes pass and he wonders if she had become even more flustered. He grins at the thought of her fingers working magic on herself, his name slipping from in that pretty voice of hers.

(1) Unread SMS

Sent: Wednesday, May 16, 2012

What’s the hold up? Did you suddenly get intimidated? ;)

His expression became confused until a pounding on the door alerted him of his mistake.

“What the , Seungri? Why are you sending DaeSung dirty messages?! Open the door you idiot!

Oops.