"Do you always have with guys you barely know?" Jiyong asked as he zipped up his pants, sitting down on the corner of the bed, staring at me. 

I smirked as i pulled the t-shirt on, tying my hair up into two pigtails. "Do you?"

He chuckled and shook his head. "No" He touched the ends of one of my pigtails, smiling. "Cute. They make you look young and innocent. But you didn't answer my question. Do you?"

I glanced up at him as i picked the pants up from the floor, shaking my head. "Usually, no. When you work at a coffee shop, you usually meet gay guys, forty year olds, or married men".

"Well" He smirked, leaning his face closer to mine. "Im neither gay, nor forty, and definitely not married. Where does that place me on your list?"

"A list?" I raised my eyebrow, returning the smirk. "Hmm... i would say you go under the list of distractions. You are annoyingly distracting".

"Distracting, you say?" He pulled his arm around my waist, touching my bare thigh with his left hand, running his fingers annoyingly teasingly up and down my leg. "What else is on your list of distractions?"

"Hmm... well, i am a er for lollipops. Literally" I winked at him, and continued. "I think that's all".

"Me and lollipops" He wrapped both his arms around me, pushing me back down on his bed, holding me tightly against his back as he kissed my neck. "I like that" He whispered into my ear, making me shiver again, and i squirmed against him. He tightened his grip on me, and i could feel him smirking. "You're quite distracting yourself, Miss Jeon. If i were you, i'd stop moving, unless you want to give my friends a second show".

Sadly, that did not happen as we both fell asleep after making out for a few minutes... or hours? The clock was 08:15 when i woke up and Jiyong was still peacefully asleep. I swung my legs slowly down to the floor and stood up, putting my pants on. I untied my pigtails and carefully stepped out of his room and into the living room.

It was dark and quiet, all lights out. I heard light snoring from one of the rooms, and weird sounds coming from another door. I didn't stay long enough to find out who it was coming from. I ran out of the place, over to my motorcycle that was parked right in front of the entrance.

I put the helmet on, climbed on and glanced up at the apartment. I knew i wouldn't be coming back here. My biggest priority was to find out where my dad was, and that means to get rid of all distractions. Including him. 

I shook my head and drove off back to my own house. 

When i arrived, everything was the same as i had left it. Door still open, house still trashed. I had sort of hoped i would find my dad in his office, shouting at whoever he was on the phone with. But there was silence. Complete silence. I sighed and lifted the couch up, pushing it back to its orignial place. I grabbed a few cushions and a blanket and lied down on the couch, staring up at the ceiling with my arms behind my head.

My dad is going to be okay. I just know he is. He's just waiting fo