Chapter 44: 33-2

He sighs. "Of course not baby. You're not a flower, you're the sun." I stare at him as he takes off his apron. "The sun?" "Yeah, the sun." He reaches out his hand with his index finger pointing. When his finger touches me he hisses in pain as if I burned him. "So hot," he mumbles in fake pain. "Funny." I stare at my shoes for a while, but then I notice him unbuttoning his white shirt and I can't help but get excited. I've had a severe lack of skinship lately. When all the buttons are undone I stand up and abruptly hug him. My head lays against the curve of his neck as I groan in satisfaction. "Noona, what are you doing?" "I miss touching your skin," I say against his neck shamelessly. The feeling of my arms wrapped around his hard, bare torso ignites an energy in me that wasn't there minutes earlier. He's so firm—everything about his body is like smooth marble layered in the softest skin. It drives me insane. When I start laying my lips against his neck his hands come to my hips, ready to push me away. "Noona, I need to change. Do you want to be late for the concert?" "I don't mind." He chuckles. I move my arms up and over his shoulders, pushing the work shirt off his body in the process. "You smell so good," I say when I smell his cologne. "Okay baby, that's enough. What's gotten into you?" "Unfortunately nothing," I joke. He guffaws in complete shock. I laugh at his reaction. "I'm supposed to be the one with the innuendos." I lay my chin against him as I look up at him and laugh. His hands finally leave my hips and instead brush my hair away from my face. Then, just as I wanted, he leans down to meet my lips with his. It doesn't take long for the kiss to grow heavy. Other than the peck from yesterday, we haven't kissed like this in way too long. "Baby, Hansoo can come in at any moment," he breathes against my open mouth. "Let that bastard see," I snarl. He laughs against my mouth before nuzzling into my neck. "Let him see just how much I want you." He nips at my neck with his teeth at my words and I gasp. "Jaewook," I breathlessly say against his hair. "I want you so bad." My words come out as whines as my mind clouds all judgement. His lips leave my neck and I whimper in disappointment. "What's wrong with you Noona?" "I don't know," I cry as I wrap my arms around his hot torso again and lay my head against him. "I'm not used to this, it's scaring me." I look up at him with a frown. "Is it so wrong for your girlfriend to grow needy every once and a while?" "It's not wrong at all, it's quite sexy actually. But not right now." He successfully pushes me away. I sit down with a pout and watch as he takes off his trousers. "This is torture," I mumble. "Then look away." I curl my lip and cross my arms as I look away. Eventually, he has black skinny jeans and a black t-shirt on. "I see you took my dark clothes suggestion quite seriously." "What? Most of my clothes are black anyway." I stand up and yet again hug him. "Noona," he laughs as I sigh contently. The door opens now and Hansoo freezes in his tracks. His eyes are focused on me as I cling to Jaewook. Now that he's here, I hold onto him even more and glare at the intruder. Jaewook grabs his jacket from the locker with me still attached to him. Hansoo finally pries his eyes away and opens his own locker. "Hansoo," Jaewook says. I notice the lack of honorifics and grow worried. "Yeah?" "Please stop flirting with my girlfriend, it's upsetting her." He closes the locker with a slam and turns to face him. Hansoo looks at a loss for words. "Who said I was flirting?" My glaring intensifies. "Don't pull that." Before Jaewook can say anything he speaks up. "Look, Jaewook, I'm not interested in your girlfriend. She must have misinterpreted me, it happens a lot." "What?" "It just kinda happens. I talk to girls very differently than guys, and for some reason, it always comes across as flirting. I guess you could say, it comes naturally," he says with a tiny smirk. "That's bullshit," I release my hold of Jaewook and cross my arms. He very clearly flirted with me. Jaewook looks at me with wide eyes from my cuss word. "Believe what you want," Hansoo shrugs. "You shouldn't assume all guys want you though. Yeah, you're hot, but a bit too pretentious if you ask me." He's casually hanging up a jacket as he says this. I open my mouth in shock, all words falling out of it incoherently. Jaewook begins to grow awkward. "Says the one that gets girls to buy food just so they can continue to talk to you!" I fight back. "I don't get them to do anything sweetheart." "Hey—" Jaewook pipes up from the pet name. "You're an arrogant prick!" I say in defence. He starts to giggle like a little boy. "Oh man, you're going to regret this when you learn to like me later." "I could never like you, and neither will Jaewook." Jaewook looks down at me questioningly, clearly very lost in the conversation now. Hansoo's eyebrows upturn in mock sadness. "But we've been hitting it off, I thought we were gonna hang out next week? I'm a nice guy you know, as much as your girlfriend is trying to make me seem like I'm not." "He really is a nice guy Noona, maybe it was a misunderstanding?" I look up at Jaewook, feeling quite betrayed now. "If you like him so much why don't you go out with him instead." With a childish pout and hurt ego, I stomp out of the locker room. "Woah, baby, I'm as straight as straight gets, you know that," he follows after me frantically. Hansoo can be heard laughing. "Why are you taking his side then?" I stop in my tracks. "Because he really is a good guy. Yeah he talks to girls in a certain way, but if he said that he didn't mean to flirt then I kinda believe him." "I know you don't know how to flirt but I do, and what he was doing was one hundred percent flirting." My eyebrows cross and I exhale in defeat. "Hey," Jaewook whines as if he's hurt from my jab at him. But I just tell him that it's true, and he can't really argue with that. Hansoo appears with a calm smile. Then he leans into both of us with a hand cupping his mouth. "By the way, I may be straight but I have a feeling our boss bends a bit both ways," he whispers as he eyes Seungmin from behind the employee's only door. "I had that feeling too," Jaewook says excitedly all of a sudden. I watch the two in dumbfoundment as they talk about their boss' sexuality. "It would make the whole idea of owning a flower boy café that appeals to girls really ironic," Hansoo whispers. "Maybe he likes girls too?" Jaewook innocently pipes in. I sigh at this ridiculous turn of events. "Jaewook, we need to get going." "Oh yeah, I'll see you on Monday!" He says brightly to Hansoo, a complete change from the little puppy trying to stick up to him earlier for my sake. I give Hansoo one last glare and he jokingly mirrors my expression before breaking out into a smile. He does have a sweet smile. "Noona," Jaewook calls after me as we walk down the sidewalk. "Noona." His hand reaches for mine. "Noona." "Jaewook, stop." "Are you mad?" "No, I'm ecstatic," I deadpan. "Don't be mad. If you want, I'll stop talking to Hansoo." "Really?" He nods. I sigh, "No, that's not fair to you. He just gets my blood boiling for some reason." "I thought it was cute." "What?" His front teeth are slightly poking out from his lips. "Seeing you get all flustered, it was cute. Maybe having someone who's personality clashes with yours will be a good thing." I roll my eyes but take his hand in mine as we head to the subway. ...