Chapter 11
Seoul, South Korea
~Phoebe~
"You're staring." He teased me
"And you're half naked." I quickly fired back.
"That's true, you caught me." He laughed.
"Why can't you put on a shirt?" I asked.
"What do my nips bother you, jeeze, stop objectifying me." He used a teasing tone.
That one made me laugh harder than I expected "Wow."
We both laughed then.
A knock on the door halted our lighthearted moment.
"Who's there?"
"It's Mr. Jin, Young Master Kim, I have the dress you asked me to bring."
He opened the door took the bag and shut the door, no thank you, nothing.
How rude… Just as I think he's not garbage, he shows me he's garbage, again.
"This dress is for you." He handed me the fancy shopping bag.
"What? How? That's so fast."
"Mr. Jin is my assistant, I texted him when I saw the gate to the garden unlocked and slightly cracked, I knew I'd probably need it, and if not, I could always try it on later." We both laughed again.
I opened the bag, and the dress was beautiful. Stunning even, but when I checked the back, the opening went to low… The scars could be seen. This isn't a dress I could wear.
"I can't accept this, it's too much." I stuffed the dress back in the bag and tried handing it back.
"What's wrong, you don't like it. I can have Mr. Jin bring a different one." He offered. He had an undertone of urgency, like he missed up and needed to fix it now or everything would fall apart.
"No, it's beautiful, it's just too much, I can just borrow your hoodie, wash it and bring it back." I insisted.
"It's really not that much, please just take it. If you really want the hoodie, you can have that too. No need to return it." He sounded a little too pleased with himself.
"No, no, it's okay, I can wash it and return it. It's no biggie." I pushed.
"Whatever works."
I pulled out my phone and checked it. it had been two hours. The rain was still downpouring outside.
I had 17 missed calls from Cherry.
I pulled up her contact to text her when he came up and snatched the phone from my hands.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing? Give that back!"
"I'm putting in my phone number." He smiled teasing me with my own phone.
He held it up high with both hands and typed on it. I heard his phone go off.
I jumped on him, leaping high for my phone. But he kept it just out of reach.
Okay, buddy. You wanna play.
Let's play.
I pressed into his pressure point, under his armpit. Him being shirtless made it super easy to spot. He immediately dropped his arm, and I snatched my phone from his dead hand.
"Ow, fuck what the hell did you do, my whole arm is numb." He grunted.
"I played with a pressure point, feeling will be back in the next minute or two, calm down, don't be such a crybaby. It's not that bad." I rolled my eyes at his whining.
"Says you, it's not your arm hanging dead and numb." I complained.
"Nope, it's not, in fact its busy with my phone in it." I teased him laughing.
When feeling started coming back in he started flexing and twisting his arm and hand. I could see his veins bulging as the blood rushed in.
*Ring*
Cherry was calling me again.
I answer "He…"
"Where in the bloody hell have you been? The festival is over, and I've been searching for you everywhere. Calling your name! Where did you go?" Cherry screamed through the receiver.
"I'm sorry, I got overwhelmed and had to get out of the crowd space. I'm fine, I'll be back to the room soon."
"You better have a good explanation. Miss Phoebe, for this disappearance act of yours." Cherry demanded of me.
I wasn't used to having such a demanding friend, but I didn't hate it.
Mouse was very loose and laid back, asked few questions, only when they mattered, but cared a whole lot.
Cherry was explosive, she reminded me of a cherry bomb.
Ha! I chuckled to myself. I'm going to change her name in my phone to that.
"She's with me Cherry, I'll bring her back later." He yelled over the phone.
I shot him a sharp glare.
"Oh, you're with Taeyung… Okay girl… I'll see you later." She sounded all weird.
"It's not what you think it is…" I try to defend my integrity.
"Sure, sure. See you later, girlie." Her Australian accent was so cute.
"Listen to me now, take off my wet hoodie, put on that dress, and put the hoodie on over it, if you want to wear the hoodie so bad. You can tie something around my eyes and make me face the corner, like a kid in time out. I don't care, but please, don't stay in a muddy wet dress just to spit me." His tone was fiercely demanding and his words spoke a directness to me it was like my body instinctively obeyed.
I walked over to him and rolled up, tying his damp shirt around his eyes, then walked him to the corner.
I took the hoodie off, watching his every move closely, and slipped out of my dress, and sliding into the one he gifted me, and then quickly switched back into the hoodie.
"Are you done yet?" He groaned.
"Yes, you can turn around and untie your shirt now." I confessed.
This dress was a little shorter that mine, and it was loose around the thighs, it had thin straps that and a chest line that wrapped straight around my torso, exposing the tops of my scars in the middle of my back.
"You really like my hoodie, hmm?" He asked, but this time he wasn't joking or teasing me, he was being serious. I think.
"It's warmer, the dress shows a lot more skin than what I'm used to. And its chilly in the room. So, it's a comfort thing, not a you, thing, don't get it twisted." I claimed.
"Whatever you say, yeobo." He gave me a teasing smile.
"I'm not you're darling." I said flatly.
"You are, you just haven't accepted it yet." He was relentless.
"You're crazy." I snorted.
"Maybe. But it's my hoodie you wearing, anyways, let's go my car's parked in the garage. We don't have to get wet." He gestured toward the door.
"Where are we going?" I raised an eyebrow asking skeptically.
"To get food. I know you didn't eat at the festival, and I am also hungry." He explained casually, as if this meant nothing and there were no strings attached.
"Just food?" I asked raising an eyebrow.
He chuckled "Yes, just food. Come on."