For several days Sungbin and I were all over each other. Yes, we kissed and cuddled and kissed but we never got to last base. He seemed satisfied just making out and making me want him more. He would be kissing me passionately, his hands roaming but never groping my s or . Those slim hands were mostly on my face, my hands, my back, my neck or the very most on my hips but no, they did not do the extra work of stripping the clothes off me. No getting like he always rapped in his songs. Oh, he was hard of course, but I also played angel by trying not to its ego. I was sensing he was challenging  to bring out the bad girl in me. To bring out Devil Yub who would make the first move to say "Let's just already!"

One would think I was probably ually frustrated at this rate but believe me, I found this challenge of ual resistance rather interesting.

Our friends were glad we were finally official. They even gave us a couple name. Steve would be speaking in English like, "Where's the Bins?" and Yenny would jokingly reply. "Taking out the trash?"

I guessed we were dating exclusively...or at least that was what I was doing but as for him, I tried to believe that he was doing so too. We texted or talked everyday and would meet quite often. He had his gigs now and then. And since I had attended one before, he felt it was not necessary I attend the rest of his gigs. I was fine with it, knowing how we both had no intention of getting any unnecessary attention.

When he had a gig scheduled in Busan and wanted to stay there for a couple of nights, I considered if I should go over and join him because Busan was a nice place to stay for the weekend. But I decided against it since there were my mates I promised to go support at the JYP nation concert that weekend. Had I been to the Beenzino crib yet? Well, not until the night before he was to fly to Busan.

"So you'll be good when you go to Busan, ok?" I warned in a sweet girlfriend way as I his nape while he was driving.

"I'm always good." He smiled. Then he took my hand and asked. "Honestly, Yub, do you want to be at my gigs?"

I shook my head almost immediately. "Not really."