“Hi,” she breathed the word as she typed it, already anticipating his reply as she hit the send button. She stretched out on her back with the phone resting on her stomach and conjured up his face in her mind. At this hour he’d be sitting in his beanbag chair listening to music with sweatpants and an old tee shirt on.  She smiled.

Youngbae felt the vibrations of his phone against his thigh and released a quick surprised breath. He reached for it and grinned as he noted who the new text was from. He read it and tapped a response, a short but sweet “Sup, babe?”

She had heard him ask that so many times that she imagined she did so now as she read his reply. She heard his beautiful voice as if he was in the room with her and her fingers flew over her cell’s keys.  She thought for a little bit before deciding what she’d send.

“I’m just chillin’ in my room. U?” He imagined her room, the teal walls and the posters that covered them, pictures of BoA, 2NE1, SHINee, BIG BANG, Lil Wayne, Drake and Tokio Hotel taking up an entire wall. He saw in his head her canopied bed and the owner of said bed lounging on her favorite black and white comforter and the matching pillows.

“Listening to Trey Songz and thinkin’ bout a certain special someone,” she rolled over onto her stomach as she read and re-read that one, legs bent at the knee, feet crossed at the ankles, toes in the air.

“Wonder who that lucky girl is…,” Youngbae smiled mischievously as he began his reply. “I don’t think you know her,” he sent.

“You can’t be sure,” She tapped out quickly.

“Oh, I am. I made sure you didn’t know her.”

“Ah. Why? Surely you’re allowed to talk to girls even if you have a girlfriend.”

“Girls but not really hot ones,” he said it out loud as he typed it.

“Are you saying I’m hot?”

“Lemme put it this way: if I was a smoke detector I’d go off every time you were in the same room as me,” he sent it and half wanted to undo that action so he could make it sound cooler.

“I like your description. Smoke detector – lol!” She was laughing and trying to keep the sound of it from waking her sleeping siblings down the hall. Needing to keep quiet only made her mirth more explosive and she had to press her face into a pillow. When she was done cackling loud enough to wake the dead she added more to the text, “You’re pretty hot yourself. The things I would do to you…unf!”

Youngbae read that and squirmed in his chair, his thoughts dwelling on the things she would do to him. He bit his lip sent a simple question: “Things like what?”

“Not anything bad…,” she wrote it with a grin.

“Be specific,” he urged, suspecting that he knew how this was going to end but hoping he was wrong.

“Hmm…I’d probably just kiss you and run my hands over those abs of yours,” she sent back.

He groaned. Curse his vivid imagination. He could actually feel her lips on his skin and her fingers skimming his taut muscles. “What else?” He prompted.

“I’m not sure. What would oppa like me to do?” She asked, picturing him sitting in his chair getting all hot and bothered.

He expelled a harsh breath. She used that word. She knew how much he liked it when she said “oppa” in her soft voice. She was doing this on purpose to get him all worked up and it was a success thus far. He leaned back against the chair and took a series of slow deep breaths before turning his attention back to the phone. “He would like you to stop teasing him. He would like that very much, you little minx.”

“What does ‘minx’ mean? I don’t think I know.” She sent a picture of herself with the text, her brown eyes wide in supposed innocence and lips red like she’d been biting them.

Her whisper is the Lucifer!

Her phone rang and she scrambled to answer it, putting the device to her ear and pulling herself into a seating position as she said a quiet hello.

“Why did you have to do that? Do you enjoy torturing me? That’s it, isn’t it? You enjoy this. I have to go take a cold shower now, thanks to you,” Youngbae said all in one go.

“You started it!” She retorted.

“Me? I did no such thing.”

“You totally started it. You were all flirty flirt flirt so I flirted back.”

“There’s a difference between flirting and teasing. What you were doing was not flirting,” he argued.

“It was not,” she protested.

“Was too.”

“Was not.”

“It was so.”

“Na uh.”

“Just admit it already so I can go shower!”

“No. I admit nothing! Nothing!”

“Jagi, must you be so difficult?” He asked with a sigh.

“Fine, you win. I was teasing you,” she played with a strand of her hair.

“There, that wasn’t so difficult. Thank you.”

“If you hadn’t called I was going to bring up that time at my cousin’s house in the shower …. But I guess I should let you go now. Goodnight, Bae,” she smirked and ended the call.

“You can’t just – Hello?” The man cursed under his breath as the dial tone sounded in his ear. He couldn’t believe she brought that up. He put his phone down and walked to the shower, treading carefully so as not to awaken his band mates.

He was standing beneath the spray of the shower when the first memory assailed him. Her, water dripping down her body, standing on the tips of her toes to nibble on his neck while her arms circled his waist and her palms slid down from his shoulder blades. He let out a loud moan and slammed his open palms on the shower wall, promising himself he’d make sure she paid for playing him like this.