YOUR POV     I made my way in the club, my eyes blinking to get used to the flashing lights and music instantly pounding in my ears. No matter what my friends said, I now couldn't stand clubs, especially because you had to dress and doll yourself up, which was something that took away only precious time. And to say that just an year before I was a party queen.    The smell of sweat and alcohol wasn't exactly the sweetest mix and I had to resist the urge to cover my nose with my hand. Or better I couldn't do it, since the black sheath dress I was wearing was so short that if I had raised my hand it would have shown my to everyone.  Trying not to loose my balance, I walked towards the bar on my black pumps, which were already starting to hurt my feet despite having worn them just for an hour. My eyes shot daggers at a complete stranger whose hands had 'unintentionally' landed somewhere they shouldn't have. He scurried away as soon as he saw my piercing stare and I scoffed, how could a boy be so easily scared...by a woman?   I sighed when I saw a scene I should have been used to, after all I had been the one to agree, so I couldn't go all crazy on him for doing what both of us had decided six months before.  I dragged my probably already swollen feet to the counter and slumped myself on a chair next to him. Noticing my presence, he stopped flirting with the girl on his lap and waved her away, making her shoot me a glare while stomping towards the dance floor.   "Don't you dare glare at my girlfriend." He growled at the girl who quickly turned around, not once sparing us a glance as he had told her.    "No need to be so cruel towards her Kris. You were the one to seduce her." I informed him taking his glass of vodka and gulping it down. I needed alcohol rushing through my veins in that moment.    "Yes I was the one to seduce her, but if she dares to even think something bad about you, I'm going to snap her neck broken with my own hands." He said through gritted teeth, his hands clenching in anger.  I looked at him, my heart fastening its pace as always. My boyfriend was perfect, no doubts at that. He loved me, he cared for me, he protected me, he was sweet, he was the one who always remembered our monthsaries, he was breathtakingly handsome, he was smart, he was funny...just two things ruined his perfection, he wasn't jealous and he wasn't all mine. In other words, my boyfriend wasn't only my boyfriend, and if that was happening I could only blame myself.    "I love you, but I'm a playboy"  "I love you, but I'm a playgirl"    And those two sentences had led us to what we were in that moment. Boyfriend and girlfriend who sincerely loved each other, but both were seeing other people just because they couldn't drop their old habits. A sort of open relationship...for the boy. Yes, I had agreed on having an open relationship, but I loved only Wu Yifan and couldn't bear to even touch another man; For Kris it was a different story, he openly kissed other girls in front of me, sure that it wouldn't have bothered me...but it did. And I couldn't even blame him, he was just doing as WE had agreed and the only thing I could do was vent my anger on myself.    "Have you found someone interesting tonight?" He asked me, curling a strand of my hair behind my ear, his light touch sending shivers down my spine. Maybe that was why I couldn't bear to stay with other men, because every time, I would have been reminded of him, comparing the different feelings.    "Nah, today I'll pass..." I shrugged, taking another sip of vodka from his glass. I ignored his curious look and continued on in alcohol.    "Hey, now that I think about it, I have never seen you with other men!" He pointed out, his brows furrowed in confusion as I almost choked on the strong liquid.    "That's because most of the time we see each other either we go on a date either you come to my place or I go to yours. And you know I've started to hate clubbing...it's like my body can't take it anymore. I feel old~~" I sang cutely, changing topic and resting my head on his firm shoulder, his masculine scent sweetly cuddling me.    "Are you tired? Maybe we should just sit on my couch and enjoy a good movie. Come on" he gently said, pulling me up. I smiled; he was so caring and sweet, how could I even think of being with another man?      ---------     We were silently yet comfortably watching a romantic movie, his arms wrapped around my waist as my back rested against his toned torso, making me tremble every time he laughed at some funny scenes.  It soon became very awkward when the main couple started to get cheesy by saying things like 'I can't live without you, You're the only one for me, I can be with no one but you, I only look at you...'  Yeah, for a couple who was in an open relationship, that was kind of awkward.  He coughed nervously behind me as his grip around my waist loosened, his warmth soon leaving my body, which -needless to say- longed for his touch.    "Oppa what if I were a normal girl? What if I hadn't been a playgirl? Would we have dated like normal couples?" I suddenly asked, still staring intently at the screen in front of me. He fell in a deep silence and, when I realized my mistake, I turned around to look at his face. His eyes were deeply piercing into mine as if he was trying to read my mind and I couldn't help but grow worried, what if he had been bothered by my sudden question? What if he had understood that I wanted a normal relationship?    "But you're not a normal girl, are you? So this matter shouldn't even cross your mind" Kris shrugged cooly, his attention falling once again on his TV and his arms wrapping around my waist. Ouch, K.O. I thought, mentally sighing while leaning against him. This is your own fault Emma, it's too late to regret it...   "Why did you ask anyways?" He wondered nuzzling his nose against the crook of my neck.    "Just curious of what we could have been if we hadn't been players, nothing serious" I reassured him despite the pain striking my heart in that moment. When the h