"Jun, please don't leave me with him, please. I'm begging you." I plead desperately one Saturday night as my best friend, Junhee, puts his jacket on to go get us dinner.
"You two will be fine." Jun says soothingly, giving me a sideways grin.
"You know I can't stand him, Jun." I whine, stomping my foot for emphasis. "We'll kill each other."
"She's right." A voice says behind me that immediately makes my stomach burn with annoyance.
"She can't stand being around me." Byeongkwan says from the kitchen doorway, a smirk lining his lips. "And she's not exactly pleasant to be around either."
I spin around to glare at Byeongkwan, who narrows his eyes at me in return and sticks his tongue out.
"You two," Jun sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Me and Chan will be back in ten, twenty minutes, tops. We just have to go get the pizza's for dinner and then we'll be back. Surely you two can stand to be in the same room alone for that long."
"Why can't you take me with you? Or him?" I whine, taking his arm to try and stop him from leaving.
"There isn't room, sweetheart." Jun explains. Which I knew to be false. There was plenty of room in that car.
Jun had been trying to get me and Byeongkwan to get along ever since we met. We just never hit it off and always got on each others nerves. A 'friendly' relationship had never been established.
"We'll be back soon." Jun says as he quickly opens the door and leaves.
"You're stuck with me now, baby." Byeongkwan says with a devilish smirk. Making me feel angry.
I turn to face him, keeping my face nonchalant. "How about you stay on the opposite side of the room from me and I won't have to murder you."
Byeongkwan rolls his eyes at my snarky comment and mumbles something under his breath before retreating into the kitchen. To do what, I didn't care.
I go over to the large sofa and plop down on it, turning the TV on to keep my mind on something else and distract me. I had just started to feel like being stuck with Byeongkwan wouldn't be so bad after all when a large object suddenly blocks my view of the screen.
"What are you doing?" I ask with a frustrated sigh.
"I want to pick something to watch." Byeongkwan argues, taking a step toward me to take the remote from my hand.
"I don't think so." I scoff. Holding the remote away from his outstretched hand. "If I have to be stuck here with you, I want to pick what we watch until Jun comes back."
Byeongkwan's eyes narrow, the hand outstretched going into a tight fist. "Give me the remote."
"Or what?" I snap. "I don't know if you remember, but I don't care about what you want. And the last I checked, you didn't care either. So how about you save yourself some energy and sit down and shut up."
Byeongkwan lets his tongue slide along the inside of his cheek. A trait he had when he was truly, honestly peeved about something I had said.
"I don't have time for your games, babe." He says in a low, cool voice. "Give me the remote or I'm breaking your arm."
"I am not giving you this remote, Byeongkwan." I growl. Feeling heat rise from my stomach up to my chest. "So just forget it."
Byeongkwan snaps and grabs my feet and quickly pulls me off the couch hard. Making me land on my butt with a thud. I let out a yelp before kicking Byeongkwan on the shin, making him grunt in pain.
I almost am on my feet when he grabs my ankle and pulls my feet out from under me. Wind leaving my lungs in a gush when I land on my back. But the remote control stays gripped tightly in my hand.
My brain barely has time to tell my other limbs to move before Byeongkwan straddles my hips and tries to pull the remote from my fingers.
"Get off of me!" I yell, trying to squirm my way out from underneath him.
"Then give me the remote." Byeongkwan growls, pinning both my wrists against the carpet.
I squirm and pull against his hands and weight on me but it does no good. His weight on me only gets heavier and my arms only grow tired from fighting him so hard.
Byeongkwan manages to get the remote out of my clutches and tosses the remote aside. It lands on the kitchen floor with a clatter.
"What did you do that for?" I ask, my face red from fighting him.
Byeongkwan stares down at me, his gaze less piercing than it had been moments ago. Making me pause my struggle against him.
He lets out a heavy sigh and looks away from my eyes. His eyes trailing down the length of my body beneath him.
"Would falling in love with me be so terrible?" Byeongkwan asks quietly.
If words could have stabbed like a knife, his would have. They shocked me completely. I froze and simply stared up at him, not sure how to process these new feelings.
"I...I don't understand." I stutter.
"Maybe I need to help you understand." Byeongkwan whispers as he leans down closer to my face, his breath fanning across my cheeks.
"I thought we hated each other." I point out. My voice weak with his face being so close to mine. My head spinning and my heart ramming against my chest and constricting my breath.
"I don't know if I ever really hated you." Byeongkwan whispers, his nose running down mine.
"Then why all the arguing?"
"Why all these questions, baby?"
My breath hitches from the use of the name, making him smirk as he continues to trace my face with his nose. He had used it before just to annoy me and make me mad. But now it felt different and more enduring. Soothing even.
Not being able to answer his question, I push myself up and press my lips against his. Making him immediately respond and push against my lips to make my head rest back against the carpet.
He lets go of my arms that were held above my head, letting me wrap them around his neck to pull him closer to me to deepen the kiss. His own hands moving to let one go to the back of my head and the other on my hip.
Byeongkwan lets out a groan against my mouth as my tongue slides along his, his hands tightening around me.
His lips pull away from mine slowly as he begins kissing down my jaw to my neck. His teeth sinking into my skin making me push against him and lean my head back to give him access.
My vison starts to blur as our breathing gets heavier and the touches go beneath our shirts before the sound of keys jiggling the lock to the front door break us apart.
When Jun enters, me and Byeongkwan sit on opposite ends of the couch watching TV. Though, I doubt Jun missed what had gone on with the TV remote being on the kitchen floor and the dark spot that had started to form beneath my jaw and Byeongkwan's swollen lips.
I try to keep my breathing from shaking as Byeongkwan's final words echo in my ear, making my whole body heat up with excitement.
