#1 TOXIC SERIES
It's the typical Enemies to Lovers story, flavored by yours truly.
Raised in the same neighborhood and social circle, Minho and Hyunjin know each other far too well. Both families are well-known chaebols with deep roots in the South...
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Snap out of it! Play along with his game!
Hwang's tongue, licking me, it had me frozen for half a beat. The warmth of his breath. The wetness of his seductive lick. Cheeks touching. And his styled hair beneath the beret he was wearing, tickled my skin. The itch woke me up, but the fire never left.
I tilted my chin to the side, so I could look at him through the left corner of my eyes.
Hwang did the same, flicking his eyes to the left, skimming his nose faintly over my cheek, away from my ear.
My heart thudded heavier.
Dark, obsessive eyes observed me, waiting for my next move.
I wasn't as sexually driven as he was. Well, I was, but not as non-caring and showing it for the world to see. I was far more private. So doing this in an elevator ride up with my enemy, a man nonetheless, was something completely new to me.
But my heart couldn't stop beating harshly in anticipation. As curious as Hwang was about what was to come.
Letting myself go wasn't something I regularly did. I was controlled, precise, and calculative. It was how my whole being was wired. Or more like programmed. My father made sure to use a forcing hand when needed to get everything out that he thought was useless. He molded me until I was perfectly bruised to his satisfaction.
I don't let emotions rule my mind, otherwise I lose focus.
That thought was far too deep, hidden away, to be heard right now.
My hand moved up, a bit unsure, and removed the beret. Hwang's blond hair fell messy along his face. The fashion item fell on the floor so I could brush the bugging strands out of his eye and tug it behind his ear. He never stopped watching me, letting me explore his features through my fingertips. A butterfly's touch over his cheekbone, following the line toward the corner of his mouth, letting them linger there. Hwang breathed quietly through his slightly parted lips.
The chime of the elevator sounded again and the metal box jerked to a stop. It brought us both back to reality.
Hwang straightened his spine and backed away to give me room. He then quickly grabbed his beret off the ground and walked into the hallway. I was one step behind him, clutching more firmly to the coat still draped over my arm.
The front door opened. I hung my coat up to my left behind a hidden closet in the wall. My dress shoes off and next to the door, nose facing the wall. Hwang slipped out of his shoes using his toes and grabbed the black, terry-clothed slippers that awaited.
"Hold on, these Chan's?" He motioned to the slippers, wiggling his socked toes.
I nodded.
"Hell nah." And just like that, he kicked them off, making them fly to the other end of the foyer, and snatched mine I just took in my hand.
