Jerome didn’t plan to sneak up on her. She just looked so inviting; head faced away to concentrate on her groceries, back to him, unaware of her surroundings. How could he not walk up and let his hand graze her waist, he was planning to show his face quickly after it anyway so she knew it was just him, that French asshole with the Dobby cat. But she reacted too soon, startling him in the process. Maybe he should have made his presence known, a light bonjour would have done the trick, but he wouldn’t be Jerome if he didn’t take opportunities he saw unfold in front of him.
Her voice carried through the air like a melody, prompting him to relax her by means of the familiar tone of voice, ever so lewd but always with a hint of playfulness until the other party didn’t want to see it as playful no more. “Well, Malee, knowing what kind of faces roam around this complex, I’d probably be into that.” With a small lean to her, the next sentence was said a bit quieter, never knowing who might listen and take his words as truth and not a light perverted jab at the idol. “Mhm, whatcha say? Beat me in that alleyway? I could do with a little public indecency.” Eyebrows wiggled, taking her words out of context. He could’ve spoken his words out loud but though he was shameless, Malee has never done something to prompt endangering her career. She always felt disinterested in whatever advances he might have put onto her, maybe even grossed out by them, which was something he liked about the girl. She wasn’t someone to worry about, like most of the small handfuls of female friends he had - if what they had could even be labeled a friendship? So, why be grandiose about his words if she’d push him away anyway?
She looked at him then and the signature smirk he wore on his lips now blossoming into a full-fledged grin, pearly whites shining down at the female. Help? He had a reply ready but when he heard the mention of sasaengs, it faltered a little bit. He wasn’t made of stone (even if he wished he was), he still had feelings of concern. And though in his over two years of fame he hasn’t had the crazy experiences his coworkers have had, he could empathize. “Sasaengs? Are you ok?” He spoke, a light hint of worry lacing his words before it disappeared like snow in front of the sun with a simple. “Does the dancer need protection? I would do it but I rather not be around you a lot. You might start liking me.” You could hear the smirk in his voice, loud and overly confident, blowing that tiny bit of concern right out of the water.
But with the mention of food he was intrigued. Free alcohol? Chicken? AND a pretty girl? If you look passed her know-it-all photogenic memory Jerome has grown quite annoyed over since knowing her. Who could say no? “What did I say about public things? Ye, I’m not interested in that no more. Treat me instead. Yes. Though beer no, not effective. Give me something stronger and you got yourself a party, ma lapin.” His hand grazed her waist once more after he had taken the groceries from her hands, but after a light push to the small of her back to indicate walking, the hand was removed. Again, she hadn’t done anything to provoke and probably never will, so he kept his hands to himself in the light of day. Couldn’t be said about his eyes, though. “And by the way. I wasn’t staring at the gate.” A long gaze, lingering, sliding up and down her body before that smirk found its home on his lips again and he paced his step. He showed a bit of concern moments ago, he need to cloud it with something, right?
She didn't reply back to his advances - if you could that - instead, she just raised one eyebrow before rolling her eyes and scoffing at whatever he said. "Whatever" her voice came out quiet, barely a whisper. She didn't have the strength to argue with anyone today and she sure wasn't going to use the little energy she had in a lost fight with Jerome.There's a total manwhore phenomenon happening, where even the geeks are players now. It's like Seoul is a giant playground and guys want to keep playing forever, guys like Jerome to be more unerring. And Malee isn't someone to hate the players, that was in the past. Now, the younger girl knows how to deceive the competitors and rule the game on her own.
But she can't deny how much she wants to take that sly smirk from his lips and place it right up on his ass, where it should belong to. The thing about Jerome is that he is a very attractive man - when his mouth is shut. Because the moment he opened it and started speaking, the entire beauty that he contained vanished along with her patience. She had the choice of losing her temper and feel victorious; but since she is tired and he was clearly more built than her, she decided to keep her mouth and lose a slice of her dignity. She touched his hand in slightest. "Open it up" only to place a heavy watermelon on his arms and a few bags on his fingers.
And she bit the edge of a smile when she heard the worried undertone of his voice, a vain attempt to keep her creeping grin at bay. Behind her perking lips, it was her time to unleash it.In her arrogant triumph, she smirked - just a small pouting of the lips; a narrowing of the eyes and a tilting of the head."Ah," the intonation of her voice, in defiance of the faultless hues, still tenured a whisper of malice." don't you say that the great Yuddy has a heart hidden in that body. And here I thought you were made out of bricks and stones." She wasn't teasing him by any means, but she still let that stupid moment of triumph to rule over, even if it only lasted for a few minutes. She just doesn't know how to be a bitch, it isn't in her DNA.
A sigh escaped her lips - it was a softly deflating; as if a tension had lifted yet left her with a melancholy instead of relief."- I'm living, isn't that enough? At least they stopped placing dead animals in front of my door - they are great following their oppas but they often forget that I share the apartment with someone that had no involvement in what I did. I don't care what happens to me, I just don't want innocent people getting hurt because of inconsequent teenagers, that's all." How many times Nara woke her up crying because they sent a package with a dead rat for them? Or how much she bothered Namjoon by taking control over his guest room just because the sasaengs never allowed her to go back? They had no finger on what happened yet they suffered enough, not to mention everyone else that worried about her in the process. "- They went to my mother, pretended to be a nurse and purposefully changed her remedies. And I can't complain to anyone because they keep giving me the same answer over and over again."
' If you didn't fuck it up, you wouldn't be passing through something like this. ' Because she was also the one to blame for the lack of manners of these girls, right? Pretentious, that's all she could say.
Turning to him, eyes glimmering with staidness, she nodded." I do need protection.I guess they see me as simple, a target for aggression, a ready victim. " she eyed him from head to toes before moving her head to the sides. "- But I know that the only person that can protect me is myself. You never ask a sheep to do the job of a lion. And please, if I was supposed to like you it would've happened sooner. When I still thought you were cool, to be more precise."
After listening to him, she just smirked - forced, fake and deceiving. "- Don't make me regret it...wait, did you just called me rabbit?. Knitting her eyebrows, she was left with a wondering
expression before she patted his shoulders, as a way of saying 'be a good puppy. Bad puppies don't get chicken or free alcohol. Bad puppies sleep on the streets' The eyes didn't bother her the slightest. Really, she had to perform a pole dance choreography for a bunch of middle-aged men when she was 16, it was common by now. She is used to be objectified.
Entering the elevator, she typed a few numbers before it took them to her high-end apartment, even if she was owning her part of the rent to Nara for this month. Thai idols don't earn as much as the others due to royalties issues, and she had to split her incomings with medical bills, her studies, her food and now, with her mini album. Because BC wasn't giving her a penny to produce it, they actually didn't even wanted her to produce it. It all came from her own pockets.
"- It's a mess," she said laying her back against the wall "the apartment I mean. Please overlook it." Just because it was Jerome that didn't mean that she felt comfortable with a guy giving a better look at the messy apartment. The doors opened and the single room in one of the last floors was almost in front of it, using a digital passcode to open the door.
Dog was the first thing to appear, tightening around her legs, tickling her and with curiosity, make its way towards the 'intruder', sniffing his legs and gazing with his mint green eyes as if he was trying to unsolve a mystery."- Ignore him Dog, he doesn't have any tuna with him.You are hungry, aren't you?"
The white cat entered the apartment and climbed the dining table the same moment she turned the lights on, revealing what could be the crumbs of a beautiful place.The apartment was a true magnitude, with wooden panels along the corridors, ornate chandeliers and modern paintings - imitations - of expensive gallery collectors. They had a fireplace big enough to set the entire place on fire, a polished wooden table where the cat now was laying and purring. But this was all hidden - the elegance and the modern hints mixed with Elizabethan details - by countless boxes, books of all kinds but the preponderance being medical and chemistry ones, the walls were covered with post it's of all colors, random words written on them. Malee's cheeks suddenly kissed pink like a petal. This guy over there could be an asshole, but he was a genius when it came to music - his talent was beyond her imagination and his writing was superb that she was afraid no one in the industry right now could be even paired up with him. So when she saw her failed attempt at lyrics and poetry domineering the place, she felt conscious of her position. It was the exact feeling she had when facing an experienced guy trying to take her to bed - she felt below him because of her lack of experience.
"-As I said..." she tried her best to say this. "Ignore the chaos. The kitchen is right over there." she pointed towards the counter and whilst he was placing the watermelon, she stood in the tip of her toes to grab the cat's food in the top of the higher shelf.”There isn't beer in the fridge but in one of the bags, there is a Blue Label Jack Daniels. You can serve yourself while I finish feeding Dog."
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