Childish. Of all things to call her, he called her childish. He knew all of this since the beginning. While he got pissed off at the smallest things, she did them more. She always was the one to push his buttons. Why was he bringing this up now like it was the main issue? “I am childish. But haven’t you known that all along? Don’t try to make it look like I’m the only one that’s the problem here.” Even with the number of times he had called her Ahrie that morning, it doesn’t make her feel any better. Instead, it only fueled her to act more like a brat. She may be childish and a brat, but she’s one of the few people who can tolerate Chan’s anger issues.
“You’re acting like a prude. You’re making a big deal out of something so small. I didn’t force you to do this and I’m not guilt-tripping you either. My point here is that you’re saying last night was a mistake. Why? What did I do wrong? Did you not enjoy yourself? Are you repulsed by the fact that I’m not a virgin? Surprise! Too late? Well, sorry about not announcing that in our friendship early on. Frankly, I don’t fucking understand! Why can’t you relax one bit and just enjoy the little things in life!?”
And there she goes, ending the conversation with a bang. Sipping on the coffee, Ahreum usually takes time drinking caffeine and hot drinks, but with one which is both, in her hands, she drinks it all away in one shot like a liquor. It burned her tongue and her throat but she holds back on the pain. She should be taking her anger out on him. He deserves it anyway, but instead of doing just that, she’s forcing herself to understand him. But she can’t. God, what did she ever do wrong for him to always treat her like shit? Even more, what was wrong with last night? Didn’t he have his way with her? He held her tightly, kissed her till she was breathless and sleep was the only escape to rest her body from his touch.
“Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted?” Ahreum asks in return, facing him this time. “Stop acting like this is your first time sleeping with a woman.” Wasn’t it better than sleeping with a stranger? Did she lack anything? Didn’t she give him the same amount of pleasure? “Honestly, the only one bringing out the worst of us because of this is you. Don’t try to deny it.” Resolution? She offered one already, didn’t she? They need to be mature about this and move on from it, but he’s acting like the asshole that he is and between them, she’s more exhausted than he thinks.
“I’m taking my pride, my sexy ass, and this mug with me when I walk out of that door and when I do, trust me, you’re going to regret it so much more. Push me some more and I’ll show you just how much of a bitch I can be.”
“Childish, stupid and annoying,” he looks her dead in the eye, “you really are talented as they say.” Damn it, he’s reaching a maximum limit, she should have left when he told her to get out earlier that morning. She’s starting to build and build and build like water pressure. He stands up from the couch to get away from her, paces to the middle of the room and stands there with his eyes away from her.
“Yeah, alright- I’m an asshole and a prude and you’re an annoying bitch, Ah-r-ie, are you finished?” He doesn’t want to look at her.
He doesn't want to look into her eyes and see the pain, sadness and annoyance, giving him a look like he’s the biggest jerk in the world because right now he already feels too much. Besides, in this case, she’s right, more or less.
“Stop acting like this is your first time sleeping with a woman.” She says.
He sneers, shoves a hand through his hair and takes another step back from her like he’s still too close. “It’s not my first time sleeping with a woman, we both know that. But it’s my first time sleeping with one I don’t like,” he says it slow and intentionally low. “You’re right, I am bringing out the worst in us. I’m saying too much and doing too much- you’re always making me do things I don’t want to. Why do I let you get to me when it will just end up like this?” He laughs, dry, humorless.
“One more thing to regret, I’ll add it to the list.” He looks at the hall, at the door to leave his apartment expectantly. “Then go. Get out of my apartment, I’m sick of you standing here. And go ahead, be a bitch, say something you’ll regret. Right now you think only I’m the one who will suffer- go ahead and do something stupid again, you’re good at that Ah-r-ie, just like me.” They’re definitely both the best at being total fucking idiots.
He wants to reach out and touch her, strangely, like seeing a leak breaking through the hull of a boat, if he doesn’t plug the hole they’ll sink. He doesn’t want to drown in hatred for her. Not when she could have left, let him think and get himself set right. Instead she agitated him, doesn’t she know how stupid he get’s when he’s angry? Irrational? Stupid. Fucking stupid.
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