✗ Wrong Night Stand ✗ | Seongjoong

✗ CHAPTER FIVE ✗

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 "Did someone else do this to you?"

I looked up at him, frustration bubbling inside me, his words felt like an accusation slicing through the air. I seized his wrist, yanking it away from me almost forcefully. "That's what you were getting at...?" The tension was palpable, my voice edged with irritation. "What's it to you?"

His insinuation struck a nerve, a surge of anger mixing with the confusion and annoyance I already felt. The accusation that I had numerous guys on the side was both absurd and offensive.

"Why do you care if I touch myself or if someone else does?" The question came out sharp, laced with my growing frustration. The air between us thickened with tension as I waited for his response, feeling more defensive and agitated by the second.

As he peered down at me, his shock was palpable, evident in the widening of his eyes. "What- what are you talking about? Why do you think that I'm seeing other guys?" His voice quivered with a mix of surprise and concern.

I held my ground, arms folded tightly across my chest. "Well, it's just... you haven't fucked me for a whole week. You must be getting dick from somewhere else." The accusation hung between us, tension thick in the air.

He sighed, a soft sound laden with a mix of frustration and resignation, his fingers absently tousling his beautiful blond hair. "Hongjoong..." His voice trailed off, searching for words to bridge the growing gap between us.

"Listen," I interjected, my tone softening as I sought understanding, "I don't care who you sleep with. Just be straight with me." It was a plea, a silent wish for clarity and sincerity in our conversation.

The sudden jolt of my arm being seized startled me, and before I could react, I found myself spun around and pressed against the kitchen counter. The cool surface met my skin as I was pinned, a rush of mixed emotions flooding through me.

"Really?" Seonghwa's voice was low, filled with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. His proximity was palpable, his presence pressing against me, leaving little room for escape.

"But I care."

His words held a weight that reverberated through the room, a contrast to the physical closeness that both unnerved and intrigued me. His breath brushed against my neck, a tumultuous mix of emotions swirling within me as I grappled with his unexpected closeness and the unresolved tension between us.

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Seonghwa's eyes did a 180, going from intense to something way more complicated in a split second. Stuck against the counter, his body was a wall I couldn't move away from, and the countertop was digging into my chest, making the whole thing even more intense.

His body pressed against mine, a charged closeness that sent a shiver down my spine. His hands slipped beneath the hem of my shirt, exploring, tracing every contour of skin with a touch that set my nerves alight. It was electric, sending tingles dancing along my spine, igniting a rush of sensations I couldn't ignore.

As his touch roamed, I could feel the heat of his skin, the intimacy of his exploration leaving an indelible mark. His fingertips traced paths, mapping out every inch with a tantalising precision that made it impossible to think straight.