TWICETEEN SHORT STORIES

D.K. x Jihyo x Seungkwan - "Try to catch me."

"Here." I handed it to him. "Throw that shit outside." I was about to head into the shower when Seokmin grabbed my arms. I stopped but didn't face him.

He then moves in front of me. Reaching out to grab my chin, he made me face him.

I'm certain my face looks like a crumpled paper right now. My brows were furrowed, my nose scrunched, my eyes were squinted.

Seokmin didn't say a word, he only grins while staring at my face, obviously seeking delight seeing me in a bad mood.

"Call me if you need me baby." He said before leaning in to kiss my lips. I didn't have the time to protest because he left quickly after that.

I didn't know how long I stood there after he left, but words have escaped me. We shouldn't be kissing casually. I mean kissing is only allowed if we're about to have sex! That feels like a sin. He's Seokmin... annoying Seokmin. The guy I'm willingly giving my body into. There's no specific reason why. I don't love him. He doesn't love me. He's just too good... really good at bed. That's why I keep on coming back at him.

We met at a bar where me and my friends used to hang out. He's the hot bartender who steals glances at me. I knew exactly what he meant and I sure does know I like what he wants to happen too. We end up in bed. I had fun and he did me so well that I didn't got the chance to complain or regret for screaming out loud that night. I even thanked him after.

I prefer hook ups over relationships simply because there's no commitment on it. I can't see myself entering relationship involving trust, love, loyalty and all that shits. I'm contented being single... and with Seokmin? Careless, that's the word. We both agreed to meaningless sex, no feelings involve. He like it just as much as I do, Seokmin doesn't do dating as well. He's a retarded bartender who's scared to settle down. But among all my flings, I need to admit he's the pro one, the expert in bed, giving me those sick positions no one ever did me before.

That made the two of us fit one another. We may always end up arguing, but he knows how to shut me up and coax me at night. I do know how to made him surrender too. Maybe all we need is one another, or one another's body rather.

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I wasn't expecting for Seokmin to call or text me. It just worked best that way for the both of us. If I don't call, then he won't bother me and if he calls out of the blue then he must probably need to get off desperately.

That's why my brows arched in confusion when I saw his name on my phone's screen. It's daytime and he knows I'm working my ass off.

'Are u with them tonight?' says the text.

'With whom?'

'Jackson called for a table reservation.'

That's when I remember that it's Gyu's birthday. I'm such a shitty friend to forget.

'Yea..' I replied before quickly shoving my phone back inside my pocket. I just awkwardly smiled to Atty. Seo who caught me texting. She's eyeing me as if she's ready to slash a knife on my neck in any minute.

"Sorry." I mouthed before going back to printing.

When night came, I went straight at Beegee's. We celebrate Gyu's birthday here every year—the reason why I stumbled upon Seokmin in the first place. I can't believe we've been fucking for a year now and it somehow disgusts me that I remember. I'm not a sentimental person. I don't have a problem with attachments, I don't get attached easily that's why I'm not scared to be left alone. Go leave without an explanation, without anything, and I won't give a damn.