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« I don't know what to respond to the girlfriends part but oh sweetheart I will not mind being unprofessional with you, he teased with a proud smirk. »
You raised your eyebrows and chuckled. He wanted to play so hard, he wanted you. With a sweep of your hand you swept your hair back and crossed your legs. Your little top was killed him.
The tension between you two was palpable. Everyone in the room could feel it even behind the camera, you could feel Shanti's shocked gaze on you.
"Did the beautiful Y/N L/N lost her words ?, he teased again."
You rolled her eyes and turned away to face Shanti.
"Cut this part please, we are going to do it again and again until Gojo decide to adopt a professional attitude, I said with a stoic expression."
Satoru scoffs and shake his head in disapproval.
"I am not a child, if you want me to continue this interview... you need to be a little more agreeable, he snaps back.
– Don't tell me what to do Gojo, you replied in a tired tone."
He starts to laugh childishly, making fun of you in front of the whole crew. As the tension grew, you discreetly pressed your lips together, the corners of your mouth crinkling slightly. Your teeth pressed against the inside of your cheek, an almost involuntary act that you had developed over the years to keep your emotions in check. It was your way of keeping calm on the surface, even though inside you were boiling.
You got up suddenly.
"I need a smocking break, you mumbled before disappearing."
After leaving the filming scene with your pack of cigarettes but realizing you forgot your lighter, frustration crept over you. Just when you were about to head back inside, you accidentally bumped into someone's chest. You let out a sigh of tiredness, only to find that it was none other than Satoru.
"Ahem, need a light?, he said with this stupid smirk you hated.
–Yeah..., you mumbled, annoyed at the idea of accepting his help."
He played with his lighter for a moment, and you noticed that he already had a lit cigarette in his mouth. Determined to continue playing with your feelings, he leaned forward, raising your chin with his thumb to light up your cigarette with his own.
You felt weak in the knees whenever he was near, and you couldn't understand why his proximity affected you so strongly. Your cheeks flushed as you looked away, trying to compose yourself.
"Thanks, you managed to say.
– Anytime, Satoru chuckled, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you."
As he pulled away and took a drag from his cigarette, his eyes remained fixed on you, or rather, your cleavage. You shot him a disapproving look.
"I needed a break from you, so why did you follow me?, you snapped at him, annoyed.
– You're cute when I get on your nerves, he teased.
– Shut up, you hissed.
– Make me, baby, he playfully challenged, licking his lips subtly.
– We are working Gojo, stop acting like a hoe, you scolded, your frustration reaching its peak.
– I told you to stop calling me Gojo, he retorted.
– I am calling you Gojo because we are in a professional environment. I am serious about this if you can't handle it, you can stop everything and go back to your trainings and stuff, you rolled your eyes and took a drag from your cigarette."
Satoru bit his lip and moved closer to you, putting out his cigarette. You frowned, unsure of what he was trying to do.
"I missed you, he said with a serious tone, surprising you with his words."
He placed his hands on your waist, gently caressing your back with one hand with his eyes only admiring you.
"He says, even though he's the one who disappeared like a thief after kissing me, you scoffed, trying to downplay the effect he had on you."
He smiled playfully and pinned you gently against the wall.
"If I stayed, Y/N... I swear to God, I wouldn't just be satisfied with your lips, he whispered, his voice low and seductive."
You gulped, feeling overwhelmed. With a deep breath, you pulled away, regaining back some control.
"I am not playing at your games Satoru, you passed a hand through your hair, tired of his behavior.
– Fair enough, I'll leave you alone, he nodded before going back to the filming scene, leaving you alone with your thoughts."
The rest of the day went surprisingly well. The production team had re-shot the scene and everything had gone well. Satoru decided to act professional for once. At the end, everyone started clapping to encourage each other... it had been a long day.
"You guys deserve a good meal !, you cheered to your staff.
– Korean BBQ Y/N?, asked Shanti with a bright smile.
– Sure!, you agreed, a genuine smile on your face as you exchanged a high-five with her."
The group's faces lit up, they all beamed to your proposition, so happy to end the day in a good note.
"I am invited?, Satoru chimed in with a seemingly innocent tone.
– You are part of the team Satoru, of course, you replied, your lips curling into a small smile."
His eyes sparkled like a child's on Christmas morning. For someone known for his larger-than-life ego, his genuine enthusiasm was cute. A bright smile broke out across his face, and he didn't even attempt to hide his excitement.
"Let's get going then!, Satoru exclaimed."
The crew gathered their belongings, and soon you found yourselves at a bustling Korean BBQ restaurant. The air was thick with the smell of grilling meats.
Seated around a large table, your team laughed andchatted. The atmosphere was relaxed, a stark contrast to the pressure of the earlier scenes. Satoru, who was known for his extravagant appetite, enthusiastically took charge of grilling the meats. The crew including Satoru were drinking Soju and some of then were already drunk.
"Open your mouth Y/N... Aaaaaah!, Satoru exclaimed while trying to feed you with meat wrapped in salad leave and kimchi.
– No thanks, you glared at him.
– Please Y/N! You will like it!, whined Satoru a little tipsy. Go aaaaah!!, he playfully imitated a baby bird and fed you."
You couldn't help but chuckle. You chewed the food and couldn't deny the tastiness of it.
"Yeah, not bad..., you mumbled.
– I am not just handsome, I am also a good cooker, he said before winking at you with proud.
– Yeah, and you have also a big head, you retorted.
– You always have a word to anything don't you?, he let out a small chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief."
After a while, you excused yourself from the table, wanting to have a little moment to smoke. You weren't much of a drinker, and you had preferred to stay clear-headed to take care of your drunk colleagues.
You stepped out into the night air, letting the cool breeze wash over you. As you took a deep breath, your cigarette between your fingers, a voice interrupted your thoughts...
"Hey there, beautiful, a man slurred, stumbling toward you."
He reeked of alcohol, his breath heavy with the scent of whiskey.
You looked at him from head to toe before finally looking away, not wanting to waist your time. The man began to get annoyed by your attitude and started to mumble insults.
"Playing hard to get uh?You know, a girl like you shouldn't be out here alone, he leered, attempting to inch closer to you. Hmmm, you seem familiar did we met ?, he added while licking his lips in a disgusting way."
You let out a sigh and your annoyance grew as he invaded your personal space. You took a step back.
"I am not interested, you stated firmly, hoping he would take the hint."
But he didn't care about your rejection and reached out to touch your waist.
"Back off!, you snapped, trying to push him away.
– Come on, don't be like that, he insisted, his hand not retracting.
– Seriously, I said back off, you shouted ready to slap him in the face."
However, before the situation could escalate further, a strong hand clamped down on the man's shoulder, yanking him away from you.
"Are you fucking deaf or what?!, Gojo's voice growled, his presence suddenly looming over the man."
The drunk man turned to face Gojo, his eyes narrowing with arrogance.
"Who the hell are you?, he spat, his breath smelling so bad."
Satoru looked at him with eyes full of anger and rage. His grip on the man's shoulder tightened, and the man winced in pain.
"I was having a good time with the lady, the man sneered."
Without warning, Gojo's composure snapped. In a flash, he lunged forward, his fist connecting with the man's jaw. The force of the blow sent the man stumbling back, blood trickling from his mouth.
"You little shit, the man cursed as he wiped away the blood."
Gojo landed another punch, this time in the man's gut, causing him to double over in pain.
"Fucking bastard, how dare you touch my girl!?, Satoru shouted uncontrollable.
– Satoru, stop! You will kill him!, you shouted trying to pull him away."
He wasn't listening at all. The man attempted to fight back, swinging wildly at Gojo, but his movements were clumsy and useless. Gojo easily dodged the attacks, his movements fluid even though he was literally drunk himself. His blows were increasingly violent, the man was a mess of blood. He crashed to the m ground like a sack of potatoes... a pathetic one.
"We don't fucking touch what's mine, Gojo spat, looking at him with disgust."
Satoru finally turned his gaze to you, his chest heaving with anger and adrenaline.
"Are you alright?, he asked."
Your eyes widened as you noticed the softening in his gaze, his voice now gentle and concerned. You nodded, still processing what just happened.
Satoru came closer to you and wrapped his arms around you protectively... His face nuzzled into your shoulder, and you couldn't help but catch the scent of Soju on his breath, mingling with the rapid beat of his heart against your skin.
"Satoru..., you whispered not knowing what to do."
Your attention shifted to the man lying unconscious on the floor, and your instincts kicked in. You decided to call anonymously the ambulance.
"Don't call them, this piece of shit don't deserve that... He touched you!, Satoru's voice was a low growl."
You could see that Satoru was not in a stable state, he was drunk and impossible to comfort.
After your call, you messaged Shanti to tell her you were going and to take care of the other staff members. The weight of the night was settling on your shoulders, and you felt both exhausted and overwhelmed.
"You need to go home Satoru, you told him with concern.
– Naaaah, I want to stay with you, he whined like a kid, his grip tightening.
– What I am going to do with you, you muttered, a sigh escaping your lips.
– Take me home, he chuckled."
After a moment, you ended up driving Gojo to his house after he nicely gave you his address. You couldn't keep his mouth shut... He was singing old One Direction songs and even though you acted annoyed, it made you also laugh to see this part of him.
He lived in a luxurious apartment in the nextdoor neighborhood. You helped him to take off his smelly Jean and T-Shirt leaving him just with his boxer...
"You like my body Y/N baby?, he laughed before jumping into his king size bed. I like yours oh God you can't imagine, he added, his tone growing more desperate.
– Can't you shut up?, you scolded him, rolling your eyes at his audacity."
Before you knew it, he had pulled you down onto the bed with him, his grip surprisingly strong.
"Shit Satoru, what are you doing ?!, you snapped, attempting to break free, but his hold was too strong.
– Your neckline made me crazy all day long, hmmm, Satoru whined in a needy tone, his fingers tracing the contours of your outfit. You can't imagine how much my thoughts were dirty today, he added."
Suddenly, he shifted positions, his sleepy eyes now fixed on you. You were literally shocked.
"Do you know I am crazy for you? Fucking crazy, he asked, his voice raw with emotion.
– Satoru, let me go...
– Give me a chance... Y/N please, he begged desperately."
You didn't what to say and when you wanted to get up, he collapsed on you with exhaustion.
"Oh God, you muttered in disbelief."
In that moment, with Satoru sprawled across you, his head resting on your shoulder, you realized that things had taken a weird turn. The playful banter and the teasing had given way to something deeper, something that you weren't sure you were ready for.
I like men who can fight 🤭
I like men who are desperate for their girls
He called her "my girl" 🤭
He said y/n is his 🤭