Seoul, South Korea
~Kim Taeyung~
I sat waiting at the spot I told her I'd pick her up from, but after 25 minutes of waiting, I called her.
Her phone went straight to voicemail.
What the fuck?
I was worried, I started driving to her dorm and I kept calling.
Where is she?
She better be at her dorm, or I swear to god.
When I arrived, I rushed through the doors and headed straight for her room. I heard laughter.
Why is she laughing and not answering her phone?
I started banging hard on the door.
When the door opened a pink haired man was standing in front of it.
I shoved him through the doorway. "Who the hell are you, and what are you doing in my girlfriend's room?"
He looked shocked.
He shot Phoebe a look of hurt and confusion and a little of suspicion.
"Kim Taeyung, what do you think you're doing barging into my room like this." And then she added "And I'm not your freaking girlfriend!" She shouted at me throwing her hands up.
"You little liar, you said you didn't have a boyfriend, and you're dating the school's bully? The richest guy in the whole freaking city?" Hyung Jun Oh squealed like a little girl.
Completely ignoring the fact, he was just shoved for no reason.
"Why do you have a man in your room and why weren't you answering your phone?" I snapped at her.
"My phone is dead; it's charging right now. And because, he's my friend. Cheese and rice. You don't own me, Kim Taeyung."
Yes, I do. Just like I own this school, this city, almost the whole country.
"Phoebe, we had plans." I reminded her.
"No, you had plans and didn't even ask." She bit back.
"Yes, I did."
"No. You didn't" She bit down growling at me through narrowed eyes.
She was so cute when she was angry.
I walked up to her. She stepped backwards with each step I took toward her until her back was pressed against the wall.
I placed my hands on either side of her, caging her in.
Her breathing quickened, she looked down trying to hide her face and the fact her cheeks turned pinker than that guy's hair.
"When I tell you you're doing something with me, you come. Period."
She looked up at me; defiance burned in her eyes.
"No." She said firmly.
I looked at her lips, her plump peach lips.
It took everything in me not to claim her mouth right here and now, show that guy that she belongs to me.
"Keep looking at me like that and I'll kiss you right here and now." I threatened her.
Her face went from pink to red in an instant.
"You wouldn't dare…" she growled low.
"I would, want to try me?"
Her breath hitched, she squeezed her eyes shut and looked away. Pressing her lips together.
She was so cute when she was being shy. I wanted to explore every part of her.
I pushed off the wall, giving us some space.
"Don't worry, yeobo, I won't do anything you aren't begging me to do." Her body was begging, but her mind was fighting it. I could see it in the way her body tensed and turned her head away.
"You guys make me want to go find a boyfriend to choke me." The guy in the room said.
Boyfriend?
So, he's gay.
I still didn't like her hanging with any man, but I could tolerate a gay one. They're good to have in my corner, if I want to win her over, he could help.
"Shut UP!" She yelled at him, pushing herself off the wall and taking a seat at her computer desk. Folding her arms and pouting like an angry child.
I glanced over the room. So, this was her dorm. It was cute. She had plants placed perfectly around the room; her blanket was a deep green velvet. The furniture was white oak, and she had string lights wrapped around both bed posts. On her walls she had game poster ads. But it was her desk that caught my attention.
It was glowing a light mint green color. She had two screens placed in perfect sitting view and a keyboard that lit up green. Her mouse was in the shape of a white cat, and everything was placed to fit perfectly in her hand. She had one crazy looking tower and a silver MacBook. She had anime merch and gaming figures lined up on her desk. Her bed had a beat up stuffed bunny sitting in the center leaning against her pillow.
Her set up was pretty damn legit. Maybe she was a serious gamer. I could see some drawings and coding ideas on a sketchbook.
"Hey, no peeking at my work!" She yelled at me.
"It's not peeking if it's out for display." I countered.
"Stop being annoying." She rolled her eyes closing her book and storing it among several other books that looked identical.
"Are you still going to play A Korean Odessey tonight?" I asked.
"After the stunt you just pulled, I don't know." She looked mad which only made me want to poke her more.
"Girlfriend, you better play with him." Her friend yelled at her.
"Why are you on his side?" She yelled pointing a finger at him.
"Honey, I'm one of the girls, but this is Kim Taeyung of the Kim Group. He's rich, hot, and clearly obsessed with you." The guy was yelling back at her with such a sassy attitude. He really might be helpful with her.
"All the more reason to keep the wolf away from little red riding hood." She glared at me.
Her gay friend busted out laughing. "I play the same game, though, I'm not a high level, but I am rich, like really rich." He was definitely an asset. No doubt now.
"I'll give you my tag, and you can add me later." I looked at him.
His face went wide with shock. But he quickly collected himself, trying desperately to hide his excitement.
"Phoebe Please don't ruin this for me; I want to play with him so badly." He pleaded with her.
"Fine."
Yes.
"How about the two of you come over and we can do a team quest." I suggested. Getting Phoebe over to my place would be one step closer to making her all mine, both heart and soul.
"Yes, we can do that, right, Phoebe?" He looked at her with the biggest pleading eyes.
She glared at him.
"Sure, but I have to change and do some organizing for my classes tomorrow." She sounded grumpy and reluctant.
"That's fine, I can come back after getting food and drinks."
"That would be great, Kim Taeyung! Thank you!" Her friend was gleaming.
"I'll be back at 17:30 (5:30p)"
"I'll see you then…" She said quietly.
When I shut the door, I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding.
She was hanging with a gay man. One who was a fan boy of mine. She was fine, she didn't block me or forward my call.
She was pure in every way.
I smiled. She was mine.