I'm not yours｜Seungin

Eleven

"Boss?" I walk out, gently call him.

My boss looks up with his puffy red eyes.

My heart aches.

I want to kiss him, wipe all his tears by my lips.

"How much have you heard?" His tone is impatient.

It's ok. No matter how evil you are, I'm still into you.

"A little." I shrug, walk into the water bar and take back my phone.

Actually I heard a lot. Almost all of it.

I pass him some tissues, say something opposite to my thoughts.

Like usual.

"Don't cry. You are uglier than usual when you're crying."

And I succeed.

Seungmin let out a chuckle. He chuckles!

"Is it a kind of comforting?"

"Sort of." I stare at him in poker face, act like I don't care at all.

"Boss, could you drive me home? I missed the last bus."

He leans in with a gentle kiss, slowly rip the clothes from my body.

This bitch.

He knows I like him.

He knows I can't say no, even watched him confess to someone earlier.