It turned from late at night to early in the morning as you lay together in bed looking at each other’s faces in silence, but there was no sign of the passage of time.  He didn’t speak and neither did you.  There was no sound other than the pounding of your heart echoing in your ears.  He just drew your body into his arms and felt you fall into place pressed against him.  One of your hands settled at the back of his neck, a whispered touch of your fingers against his nape, the other twined between your bodies.  His gentle hand covered the small of your back, bare skin like silk as he traces an endless maze of circles on you. 

 

Peace flirted with nervousness in your stomach as he began to trace the lines of your face with a fingertip, across your brow, down your nose, the line of your cheek and jaw, the angle of your chin and the curve of your lips.  His eyes followed his finger, memorizing your face with an intensity that made you hold your breath with heat that aded your skin.

 

Just then, your mobile rang breaking the silence in the room.  You twisted to stand and reach for your phone, but Wooyoung grabs your hand to keep you from fleeing.  “Hold still woman.”  He growled, his voice deep and velvety.

 

You laughed at his demand, but gladly gave him a kiss before you sat up.  “I need to take this.”  Your cheeks flushed as you smiled.  “I turned in an application for a cable show and it might be news from that.”  You took your phone to your ear and he sits up with you.  “Hello.”

 

You heard a man’s voice from the other side asking if it was you he was speaking with and you replied in the affirmative.

 

“It’s Lee Junho.  I hope you don’t mind, but I got your number from Wooyoung.”

 

“Lee Junho?”  You sounded startled and Wooyoung tensed, waiting to hear what you had to say next.  “You said Wooyoung gave you my number?”  Your voice squeaked on the last few words.

 

“Uhm.  That’s alright I hope.”

 

Disappointment flickered in your eyes.  “I guess.”  You heaved as the thought of the man you’ve been spending intimate moments with gave you away so easily felt so disheartening.  “What can I do for you?”  You felt Wooyoung touch your knee and you slapped his hand away in an instant.

 

“I didn’t see you at the get together dinner after the shoot.”

 

“Ah well that’s just for you guys.”  Wooyoung bites his bottom lip, his mouth watering with the sudden desire to kiss you.  He picked up your hand and wove his fingers through yours.

 

“Well technically, it’s for everyone involved in the shoot, so I guess that means you’re included.”

 

“I have something anyway after the shoot.”  Wooyoung his thumb across the back of your hand as he stares you down, trying not to let you avert your eyes from him as you spoke on the phone.

 

“Yeah, I remember.  How did that date go?”

 

“It wasn’t a date.”  You tightened your grip on his hand.

 

“Not a date.  Hmmm…That’s good to know.”

 

Your face flushed and you smiled.  Just then Wooyoung leans in and brushed his lips against yours.  You pushed him back lightly signaling him to stop with your eyes, but he simply gave you a little smirk.  “So, you called me about not being at the get together or is there something else I could do for you?”

 

“Not really.  No.  Actually, yes.”

 

His mouth moved to your neck, kissing you softly as his entire body had a driven desire to erase any distance between you.  “Then what is it?”  You tried your best to sound normal over the phone.  You close your eyes as his mouth flowed down your neck, light caresses placed at the base and by your pounding arteries.

 

“Mexican food…fusion.”

 

“Excuse me, what?”  You lightly shove Wooyoung aside and covered his mouth with your hand only to get playfully bitten by him.

 

“There’s this fusion Mexican restaurant at Apgujeong Rodeo that serves real good tacos of different sorts.  Do you like tacos?”

 

You were flushed a delicate pink, a shade he now knew from experience would only deepen as he continued.  He bit your shoulder, wanting to leave a mark, his mark on your fragile skin.  It was as if he wanted to be the only one to ever watch the blush that starts at your beautiful s working its way up to your neck and then spread across your cheek.  “T..tacos…is fine with me.”  You manage to say as his teeth dug into your skin.

 

So, tomorrow at 7?

 

“Tomorrow at 7?  You made Wooyoung look at you as your eyes crowded together in question as you repeat Junho’s words as if to pass the question to Wooyoung, the words portentous in this crossroads moment.

 

“Yes?”

 

Wooyoung’s lips curved into a soft smile and nods his head at you.  Your throat constricted as a ball of ice coalesced in your stomach.  That was the answer to the question you dare not ask him.  You’re being used and then thrown away, but the oddest thing is that you don’t particularly mind, somehow you just wanted him right now and that feeling of him wanting you right now.  “Yes.”  You replied, your smile was a pale imitation of his. 

 

“Great. I just need your address.”

 

“My address?”  He tilted your head to the side with a little force of his thumb, exposing your neck for his mouth to ravage some more.  You moaned softly as he ran his tongue along the artery there, pausing to just below your jaw.

 

“So I can pick you up.“

 

“I can just meet you there.”  He kissed you hard, stopping you from speaking, weakening your grip from your mobile.

 

“Alright then, I’ll send you the details.  I’m really looking forward to tomorrow.”

 

You tried reaching for the phone that you have dropped, but Wooyoung got to it before you and he ends the call as he hungrily grabbed your body, pinning you down to the mattress.

 

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It’s already a few minutes past seven, close to being on time for your standards in dates.  You stopped walking and slumped against the side of the building, your body adjacent to the door of the restaurant of choice for the evening.  The place was a little hard to find despite Junho’s instructions, hidden away from the nearby high end luxury and fashion shops in the area.  Yanking your compact mirror, you checked your makeup, wiped the sweat off your brows and brushed away some random hairs from your face.  You blew out the air in your lungs and shook your hands out as if the tension would flow out your fingers to the floor.

 

You proceeded to walk down a flight of stairs to the dimly lit room with a faint glow of a soccer game being played on the big screen television.  The place was simple with brick walls decorated with various Americana pieces and wood for furniture.  The sounds of raucous conversation drifted in and out of your ears as you walked through the room with only a few tables occupied.  You found Junho in one of the tables at a corner at the back as he stood up to greet you in a loose grey V-neck shirt and a pair of black pants that hung perfectly close to his long legs.  Your eyes traveled from his chest to his feet and then back up again to his brilliant smile, he was looking breathtakingly gorgeous even in casual clothes.

 

“Hi.”  Junho began.  “I was beginning to think I’m being stood up.”  He gestured for you to sit opposite him.

 

You felt your face heat up with his smile.  “I’m so sorry.  This place proved to be quite difficult to find.”  You awkwardly said as you took a seat.

 

“The very reason why I wanted to pick you up in the first place.”  He playfully scowled.

 

“I just didn’t want to be too much of a bother.”  You quipped back.

 

“Not a bother.  Not even a little bit.”  He said, his voice barely above a whisper.  “I would honestly want to do that much for you.”  He smiled and you couldn’t help but smile back.  He was different from Wooyoung, this was different from your times with Wooyoung.  Just then, your stomach made a growl, loud enough you were positive Junho had heard it.  Your face flushed and you coughed as you tried to cover it up, but he let out a breathy laugh throwing his head back.  “Hungry?  I hope you don’t mind but I ordered in advance.  Feel free to order whatever else you want on the menu.”  He said and then motioned to the server, who approached with a tray full of food and two pints of beer.

 

“Thank you.”  You took a French fry from the plate to eat even before the server could finish setting everything down on the table, your action making him laugh a tiny bit more.  “But I think you ordered enough for four people.”

 

“I’m not really sure what you would like, so I ordered everything I had before that I think was good.”

 

“Well…”  You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out.  You wondered if your stomach made a sound too as it drops to the floor.  Walking towards your table across the room was a familiar face you’ve seen in bed just the night before.  “Wooyoung…”

 

Junho’s smile disappeared.  “No, Junho, my name’s Junho, not Wooyoung.”  He looked at you with disappointment.  His voice sullen as he spoke.

 

“No, I know.  It’s just that… Wooyoung…”  You looked back at Junho and pointed to the man walking nearer and nearer.

 

“I thought I heard my name.  Were you guys talking about me?”  Wooyoung stood at the side of the table.

 

Junho’s eyebrows rose to the heavens.  “What are you doing here?”

 

“I got hungry.”  He leans down on the table and took a taco.  “Scoot over.  I’ve got long legs.  It might get tangled with yours.”  He motioned for you to move with an evil grin.

 

You tried to ignore the bristle across your skin as you slid down to allow room for Wooyoung on the bench you were sitting in.  You made an effort to keep every part of you from touching him, but it was impossible.  He had you completely pinned by him and the wall.  “Why are you here?  There are a lot of empty tables.”  You snapped your head up at Wooyoung. 

 

“I don’t have anyone to eat with…and you guys are here.”  He took a bite of the taco in his hand.  “Is this a date?”  He spoke as he chewed.

 

“Yes it is.”  Junho answered straight faced nodding his head as he looked at Wooyoung in disbelief.

 

“So…I’m not welcome here?”  His brows furrowed.  “It’s just that I don’t have anyone to eat with, but…”  He stands to leave.

 

Junho’s face fell with a sigh.  “Stay.”

 

Wooyoung sat back then his face broke out into a small grin.  “Thanks man.”  He then motioned to the server for another pint of beer before he turned to you.  “So how did that application go?”

 

“What application?”  Junho asked as he leaned over the table.

                                                                                                                                                     

You grabbed your drink to down some of your pint and hoped that the tall glass covered any redness on your cheek.  “I applied for a job at this network.  Apparently they needed a makeup team for a drama that’s starting in a few weeks.”  The heat flood in your cheeks as a set of fingers ran across your thigh prompting a sharp inhale through your nose.  “I got in, which is great, but I heard the schedule’s going to be real tight.”  You crossed your legs away from him, practically dissolving into the wall next to you.  Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the edge of Wooyoung’s mouth rise.

 

“That’s great.”  Junho said smiling widely.  “Maybe I could visit you at the site sometime.”

 

“I..I’m just going to do the makeup.”  You slightly stammered as Wooyoung continued his exploration of your leg underneath the table, tracing circular patterns against the seam of your jeans while his thumb maintained constant pressure against your leg.  “It might seem a little odd if you visit the set just for the staff.”  One of your hands dropped down to move his, but his grip tightened and refused to budge.  The tips dug into your jeans and your breath hitched at the sensation.

 

“There’s nothing odd about that.  Right?”  Junho turned his attention to Wooyoung, who nodded along while his fingers continued to work their way to the middle of your thighs.  “Are you ashamed to be seen with me?”  You shake your head unable to meet him in the eyes, you focused on twisting your glass in your hands, the amber liquid rolling back and forth inside.  “So you’ll let me visit you?”

 

“Yeah sure.”  A stifled gasp caught in your throat as Wooyoung’s fingers danced its way upwards, his pinky finally against the heat at the center.

 

“So…”  Junho paused before he spoke again.  “Do you like pets?” He leaned back on his chair.  “Cats?”

 

“She had a dog.”  Wooyoung answered for you before he downed some of his pint.  “Right?”  He looks at your direction.

 

“Yes.”  You could not help the tight swallow as your hand slapped down over Wooyoung’s in an attempt to stop him, but it did the opposite, now his hand is pressed firmly against the fabric at your core and he was pulsing harder and faster.  “I had one growing up, but I don’t think I could take care of one right now.  But I love dogs and cats just the same.  I heard you have a couple?” 

 

“Yeah.”  Junho smiled.  “Would you like me to introduce you to them?”  He leans over the table to get closer to you.

 

“Sure.”  You nod.

 

“I’ll have to take you home then.”  Junho snickered under his breath as Wooyoung felt his chest constrict. 

 

At that moment, Junho’s phone rang and released the tension in that table.  “You should get that.”  Wooyoung said before downing the remainder of his beer in one swallow.  “It could be important.”

 

“Excuse me.”  Junho said grabbing his phone and stood up to answer the call.

 

The second Junho was out of sight, you slammed your hands into Wooyoung’s chest.  ‘What the is wrong with you?”

 

“That’s hurts.”  He said through laughs and blows against his body.  “It’s quite entertaining actually.”

 

“I can’t believe you could be so …”  Your hands flew against him until he grabbed and pulled you against his mouth.  His tongue dipping into yours, entreating a response.

 

You turned your head away from him.  “People are going to see us.”  You retreated from him, feeling grateful that your table was the darkest area in the room.  “What the hell is wrong with you?”  You could barely get your words out.

 

“Are you going home with him tonight?”  His breath caressed your cheek as he played with the buttons of your shirt. 

 

“I think I am.  I was invited after all.”  You felt your head spin as your managed to escape his grasp. 

 

Gliding his finger down the side of your face, Wooyoung leans in almost meeting your lips.  “Don’t.”  He then pulled back just as Junho comes back in to sit across you and Wooyoung.