Hyun Joong looked down from the terrace of the hotel, one hand on the rail while the other is holding a glass of brandy. The City of Seoul on its glory is on view, establishments, houses and cars are like his miniature toys. The neon lights of different colors adorned the busy city, a typical Friday night. 

Yes he is on top figuratively and literally. He took a sip of brandy and inhaled deeply, his chest rise and fall as he does so. A white bathrobe, loosely tied on his waist is the only cloth that covered his ness. He looked up at the dark sky filled with sparkling stars. Everything he saw seems happy; he can hear the honk of the car below, as if the drivers are excited to where they’re going. Even the moon is smiling brightly at him, but he felt lonely. 

“Oppa, why are you here?” he turned his head as he heard the girl, her long hair messed up, a blanket is wrapped around her slender body holding it tightly just above her s. She walked closer and stopped beside him

“You should go back inside, it’s cold here” Hyun Joong said in a not-so sincere tone
She looked at him her eyes warm and inviting “We should go inside, you might catch a cold” she said in an alluring voice

Hyun Joong shook his head, guilt evident on his handsome face “We need to talk.” He started looking at her directly, his eyes apologetic. He knew she would be hurt after this 

She stepped closer and put her index finger on his lips that made him shush. “I knew where I stand, so please give me a chance” she said her eyes pleading

He took a step back and turned his back on her, as much as he wanted to be honest, he can’t bear to see her hurt “This has gone way out of hand” he said

She hugged him from behind and started caressing every part of his body that’s sensitive to touch. 

He groaned from pleasure and defeat. As much as he wanted to clear things up, he is still one hot-blooded male, weak from such temptations. “Don’t..” he said but it sounded weak even from his ears. 

He faced her and right there, she let the blanket fell down on the floor exposing her lovely figure “Love me, Oppa.”

His mind went clouded with desire; he took her right there and then. They made love passionately on the terrace, cold breeze turned warm the moment it touched their skin. He took her on the bed and continued what has left off

He fell on her top as they reached . He rolled over, his heart racing and breathes heavily from the act. 

She crawled under the sheet, took her right arm and rested her head on it. She closed her eyes, a smile plastered on her flustered face and say “Kamsahamnida, saranghae.” Just like that she fell asleep

When heat was over, a pang of loneliness and guilt washe