The words in his text message jumped out at you and you couldn't stop reading them over and over again.

’Come play with me.’

No matter how much you thought about it, absolutely no part of that phrase sounded innocent.

You knew the man found you amusing and you had practically been his source of nonstop entertainment for the past month or more, but to outright request your presence merely because he was bored?

What did he mean by play? You half expected him to be holding a deck of cards in his hands, shuffling them over and over looking for someone to play Go Fish with.

Or he could mean something else. You had to admit...something in his demeanor lately was giving you a ludicrous kind of false hope that maybe, just maybe there was more to this whole thing than you being the platonic comic relief in the man’s life.

’You are in first class. I can't go up there. Besides, I’m working right now.’

It sounded like a rule. No mixing the classes. And technically you were on call should someone require your assistance with communication.

You stared down at your phone as you anxiously awaited his reply and when he answered you had bitten off part of your thumbnail because of your nerves.

’I think I need some help with my Spanish~ where is my translator?? D: she was supposed to be available to me 24/7. I want to speak to the manager!’

You shook your head and laughed at the man’s antics before you keyed out quick response that was sure to quiet him down.

’I’ll be there right away, Mr. Do.’

You stood up, grabbed your ID badge and slung the lanyard around your neck as you made your way toward the front of the plane. As you walked you pulled your short skirt down a bit, hoping to up your convincingness with the professionalism of your outfit. Your tugging didn't help much. There wasn't much skirt to pull down to begin with and any more tugging would expose the skin above your . The curtains were closed and the flight attendant who stood at the separation eyed you as you closed the distance.

“Can I help you with something miss?” Her smile was fake and she eyed you suspiciously enough to prompt your quickest explanation for your sudden appearance at her highly guarded post.

“One of our members, a passenger in first class, has requested my assistance with translation, a Mr. Do. Would you permit me to assist for a moment please?”

Her eyes went down to the ID badge around your neck that you held out for inspection. After a moment her smile widened and grew a tad more convincing as she pulled open her curtain.

The other side of the partition was dimly lit and you could see reclined seats with an even spread of sleeping patrons. Most were sitting next to other members with only a few in rows to themselves.

A light near the front of the plane caught your eye and you saw fingers moving around a screen, absentmindedly scrolling up and down through a small chat window that you recognized.

He wore a baseball cap over his face and when you reached his row you stood silently at his side, your thighs reached the armrest where his elbow hung off and you waited for a moment for him to acknowledge your arrival.

“There she is.” You heard him whisper to himself and he lifted his head just enough for you to see his eyes under the brim of his black cap. The window seat next to him was vacant but with him occupying the aisle seat you couldn't just sit down, so you stood there and waited for a moment, eager to find out what he really wanted from you right now.

Maybe he wanted to make out with you under one of those warm fancy first class blankets, shushing your giggles with his warm mouth and wet tongue… your imagination was always very active when it came to him.

You could see the black of his pupils as he looked at you and his eyelids sagged slowly when he blinked, lifting a hand up to rub over his face for a moment, he scooted up higher in his seat, giving you a few inches of room to pass in front of his parted legs into the window seat beside him.

“Come, sit. I need your...skills.” His voice was still very low and quiet, a near whisper as to not wake up the other members in the cabin around him and the effect was instant. You felt that low whisper in the pit of your stomach, like a slow dance it held you close and cascaded its heat over your body with a gentle sway to the rhythm.

You looked down at his lap. He had one arm resting over his crotch, his fingers hanging down slightly between his legs and his other hand was propped against his head as he watched you a little too closely. The darkness around you concealed a little bit of his roaming eyes but you saw those black circles roaming in a way that you hadn't yet seen from him. Did he think that in the darkness of this first class cabin you wouldn't be able to see his roaming eyes? Well the joke was on him because you could see the way his sleepy eyes danced down from your face, lower down your neck, your chest and resting along the bared skin of your thighs.

Was he tired? Maybe his guard was down. The playful text messages he had sent you mere moments before you arrived were warning you of his mood, flashing a blinking light that you probably should not ignore if you wanted to leave this flight with your sanity intact, yet as you stood there, watching him watching you with what seemed to be uncharacteristically reckless abandon, you felt completely transfixed. You felt like a hostage as he held you in his sights.

Knowing your history with him he was probably in the mood to get you all worked up and frustrated before hitting some invisible switch that poured a bucket of cold water over your head and dashed every little bit of hope he had spent his time building up so he could laugh and laugh at what a er you were for falling for his tricks again.

Maybe...just maybe, it was your turn to be the dealer of this game. You were dressed for it at least, and so what if he knew everything about you. So what if he knew exactly what kinds of fantasies you had about him on a daily basis. He was a man and you were a woman and perhaps it was time for you to make a move.

The space between his knees and the reclined seatback in front of him was probably big enough for you to squeeze through, but you really didn't want to risk bumping the sleeping passenger in the seat.

So when you moved, it was deliberate and you swung your leg over his parted ones as you kept your eyes on his face. You lowered your chest and touched him with your outstretched hand to keep your balance and the warmth of him flowed through the palm of your hand like an electric current.

You heard a sound from his chest that was low and guttural and how dare he let that sound escape when you were trying so hard to behave yourself here...okay maybe you weren't really.

You let your weight sink down on his lap, over his arm that rested there you felt the warmth of his forearm and a small movement of that arm as it rested directly below your inner thigh. You felt your own breath catch in your throat at your sudden boldness coupled with the firmness you felt as you braced with both of your palms over his chest. Wow was he fit? Holy could you possible squeeze a bit or would that be too much?

You allowed only a faint moment of this, but the effects hit you harder than anything you'd expected because you saw something change in his face. Those eyes that had widened in surprise when you first moved changed and heavy eyelids sank down as he closed his eyes. His lips opened and you saw the furrow in his brows as he exhaled a breath through his lips.

A quiet moan hit your ears and begged you to sit on his lap for a while longer...that sound begged you to move your hips just a bit over his lap and you felt something move...something that sent a burning flame trailing down your spine, his hand. Not the one you sat on but the other hand, with its warm palm and soft fingers rested over your bare thigh and you felt the slightest flex in those digits. Of course with you straddling him your skirt had ridden up high enough that just a few more inches and his fingers would find your lace .

You had to move. That empty seat called to you like an early morning alarm clock, telling you to do the right thing and get off his ing lap before you were caught trying to assault a member of EXO and fired or arrested or locked in an insane asylum.

Your balance shifted and his hand moved with your thigh, neither pushing you off nor making you stay, he merely touched you as you moved and spun quickly, letting yourself fall down into the empty seat beside him.

The leather of the seat was cold on your bare thighs and you crossed your legs, letting the short skirt ride up as much as it wanted to with the movement and you glanced in his direction.

He stared ahead of himself with both hands clasped together in his lap and you caught the clench of his jaw. He blinked a few times and his lips before he took a deep breath that you liked to imagine sounded like he didn't quite have complete control over himself anymore.

His head fell back against the seat and lolled to the side as those big dark eyes trailed their way to yours.

His face was blank and he watched you in silence and stillness for what felt like eternity and strangely, with the hum of the airplane and the quiet of the dark cabin around you, there was no immediate pull to look away. No knee jerk reaction to cut the eye contact and no rush of embarrassment brought on by the burden of his intense gaze. His eyes blinked slowly and you relaxed against the seatback and mirrored his posture, head relaxed against the seat, eyes wide and watching him in return and you waited for him to speak.

He took a deep breath that sounded a bit more in control that the previous one and you let your smile dance along your lips.

“So what is your communication emergency Kyungsoo? You said you needed my skills.”

The darkness brought out the boldness in your words and you smiled at your own sudden confidence.

His face remained blank and you felt him shift in his seat, angling his body to face you before he lifted the armrest that acted as a barrier between your bodies you felt him shift again with the partition out of the way and he moved a bit closer to where you rested against your seat.

Casual. Super casual. Not at all affected by his super close proximity or the way he smelled up close, each shift of his posture, each fidget in his seat sent a fresh wave of his cologne into your nose, but your external appearance did not change. You focused all of your energy and mental fortitude on keeping your hands tremble free despite the insane swarm of butterflies you felt bouncing against your insides.

“I wanted to hear your Spanish.” He finally said in the deepest voice you’d heard from him. He was keeping his voice low on purpose due to his sleeping band mates but the result of his y low baritone were reeking havoc on your self control. Did he know how ing y that voice sounded?

Christ, he probably did. He'd probably read your thoughts on the subject over and over again on your facebook page.

“Do you want me to teach you some phrases?”

You leaned in closer to where his head rested against the seat, close enough that you could see every tick of his pupils as they tracked your lips movement as you spoke. Close enough that you could smell the breath he exhaled through his nose. The smell of him was tempting and with its own sweetness that you were sure you would never smell again even if you lived for a million years.

“I just want to hear you talking. Tell me something in Spanish. Something you don’t want me to understand.” He wasn't looking into you eyes as he spoke and you could feel the pull toward him. How could his voice have its very own magnetic pull like this?

His eyes were on you but he was roaming. Their travel was down the length of you and with his slow and soft words in that deep voice they made their journey. His words were an afterthought. You felt overwhelmed by those traveling eyes. He was seducing you. The intimacy of this conversation had you feeling so drunk that by the time hed finished voicing his request you felt a boldness that you would never have given into in any other situation.

“Are you sure you don't know any Spanish?” This question brought his eyes back up to yours. Where had he been looking now? Your legs? Your chest? The man was taking liberties here and you were giving them up so easily.

“I can say hello, goodbye and I can count to ten. Whatever you tell me, I won’t understand.”

Well… this was a tempting game. You definitely had a few things you were aching to tell him but you didn't entirely trust his intentions here. This was something that needed to be tested first. You were feeling rather bold tonight, but he could be setting you up for something. You pursed your lips together as you pondered a way to test him and you decided to ask him a question he would feel obligated to answer. Something easy and natural and hard to resist. You’d watch his face for signs of deception.

So you spoke in Spanish and you asked him for his name.

He was motionless, his face blank and his eyes tracking your lips again.

You asked him is age and his gender and the reaction was the same. You asked if he was straight or gay and if he liked cats or dogs. He was listening to you, watching you speak the words but there were no signs of comprehension on his face. Nothing at all, not even a sign that he was resisting answering your questions.

When you spoke again, your words were more relaxed, much easier now that you were satisfied that he would not understand a word and you spoke quietly. Ve