Sulli scoffed at him. "So that's it, huh? You get your but I don't get mine? Finish what you started. So I said his name instead of yours, then what? You knew all along I'm still in love with him. Why'd you bother coming in?"

Minho flashed her a grin that contained no ounce of warmth, just pure coldness. "I know you love him but for some strange reason, I actually believed when you kissed me that you wanted me for me. Hmm….perhaps because that's what you told me?"

Minho paused here, thinking to himself. He was stupid for thinking that she would be sane after attending the wedding of her ex fiancée. Nonetheless, he had come into her apartment with desire that he had never felt before and she had sent it all crashing down with one simple word. He had actually believed her when she said she wanted him. God, he felt so stupid.

"You were stupid, then." Said Sulli callously.

"Maybe. But hell, at least between us I got some good out of it. You want me to finish what I started?" Minho stalked towards her, his steps heavy and deliberate. 

Even if Sulli didn't want to admit it, he scared her, his power, strength and his frighteningly silent anger.

Soon, Minho towered over her, his hands hovering delicately over the white sheet she held to her body. "Do you?" His words were softer, his hands like butterfly kisses, touching lightly here and there on sensitive points across her body through the sheet.

"Yes." Sulli breathed, panting heavily. He was so dangerous but he… god…he knew just what to do. The way he was looking at her, the huskiness in his voice and the sensuous way he was caressing her through the sheet made her breathless.

"Good. Because this is the closest you will ever come to having me again." Minho whispered in her ear, the same way she whispered in his at the beginning of the night and with one last brush of his body against hers, he rolled off of her and left the room, carrying his jacket over his left shoulder.

The door clicked softly as he left her. With a small smile, Sulli couldn't help but realize how dramatic and made for tv his exit had been. So why were there tears rolling down her face? She was left unfulfilled.

Feeling worse than she had felt at the wedding, Sulli buried her face into the pillows and sheets where his scent still lingered and she wept for all that was unfulfilled in her life.