FIC: Grenade
Title: Grenade (aka California Girl pt2)
Pairing: Taeyang/Selena (OC)
Rating: R
Summary: Young Bae is in Tokyo where he runs into a past love, part 2 of California Girl
Note: Originally California Girl was suppose to be a oneshot but I got inspire and decided to make it a series of oneshots, you don't really need to have read the Cali Girl to understand Grenade but it would help, I may make other oneshots in this universe later
Mad woman, bad woman, that's just what you are
Hands dug deep into his pockets and shoulders bunched in order to lessen the impact of the rain, Young Bae wonders what drove him out of his nice comfortable Tokyo apartment and wandering the streets. It felt like something was making him restless.
Walking through the bustling streets, rain or no rain it’s still Tokyo, he passes a small café, just a small hole in the wall that he would have easily ignored if it wasn’t for a flash of long black hair that looked achingly familiar.
Before he could stop himself he was walking through the doors of the café, his hat pulled low. There she was sitting at a table, flipping through a magazine while drinking a cup of coffee. He could hardly believe it, it’s been over five months since meeting her in California, the last time they had contact despite his best efforts.
She’s wearing a simple jeans and a Bob Marley t-shirt and looked as radiant as the day he met her. Young Bae could see the lady behind the counter eyeing him and he knew he should move forward and order something before it got really awkward.
Once he ordered his drink, mocha double shot espresso, he sits in one of the more shaded corners of the small café. He takes with him a newspaper written in a language he can barely understand and pretends to read it while keeping his eyes on her.
Should I approach her? He wonders. Will I be welcomed again?
It’s been 138 days, 8 hrs and 35 minutes since the last time he’s touched her. And thoughts of her, her lips, her warmth and the feel of her body against his has occupied both his waking and dreaming thoughts since they parted at the airport.
He watches as she stretches her neck, her hand coming up to rub the back and he’s reminded of how he use to kiss that neck, lick it, suckle on it and even bite it.
He’s a fool for even being here and for torturing himself like this. She was the one who wouldn’t return his calls, who changed her number and even had Aimee call him and tell him that their time shared was a onetime deal. To be here, after repeated rejections, was just asking for his heart to be stomped on. Again.
But he knew he was a masochist and part of him probably enjoyed it. Besides he’s use to pain and rejection, why go after something new when it’s been working for him for years?
So he sits and he watches her as the coffee next to him turns cold and she, evermore frustrated. He could tell she’s waiting for someone, the frequent glances and texting on her cellphone just proof.
He’s on the verge of leaving, seeing her after so long had him cycling through different emotions and finally settling on a mix of pain, anger and a deep want. Screw her, screw her and her gorgeous eyes, her warmth, the way she would say his name and for being the most gorgeous women he had ever laid eyes on, screw her for making him love her without having to actual do shit, screw her for convincing him to give her all of him while she only gave parts of her and now he doesn’t know what to do. Screw her.
Young Bae stands, finally leaving, when a man walks through the door. He’s of average height but with broad shoulders and a trim figure and looks middle age, late 30s maybe. He’s wearing a dark gray business suit and it’s with his heart in his throat that Young Bae watches as he approaches Selena.
The smile on her face as he approaches only lasted a few seconds before she starts berating him for being late, however when he leaned in for a kiss she didn’t turn away. Watching them kiss, as another man puts his arm around what was once his and watching as she leans towards his touch, it was as if someone had taken a sander to his heart and was slowly scraping pieces away. He couldn’t breathe; he had to get out of there.
And so he all but runs out, but in the last moment her eyes opens and she looks at him. He could tell the precise moment when she recognizes him as her eyes widen to a ridiculous proportion, something that would have been comical any other time but the expression just made him hate her more now.
Had your eyes wide open, why were they open?
He’s standing outside in the rain in front of her apartment, soaking and wondering what the hell he was doing there. He knew better than this, he should know better than this. But he’s a sucker for pain and she draws the deepest cuts.
He sends her another text letting her know he was there but before he could press the send button there she was out, like a hurricane rushing down. She quickly grabs his hand and rushes him inside the apartment. Before he could blink he’s up against the now closed door, her mouth against his and her hands unbuckling his belt. He’s kissing back before he knows it or can even help himself and it’s like they’re transported back to all those months ago in LA where everything was simple and there was none of this angst and heartache in between them.
It’s been months since he’s last been inside her and he’s hungry for her and from the way she’s attacking him too she’s also wants him bad. The door is hard on his back, and her fingers wrapped around his length and her whispering “Young Bae, please” in his ear is not helping him think straight at all. He knows he’s mad at her and that she broke his heart but that didn’t seem to matter anymore, nothing mattered more than being with her.
“I hate you,” he tells her as he crushes his lips against her’s, forcing his tongue insider her mouth. She groans against him and kisses back just as hard if not harder. They’re biting and shoving and the grip he has on her hair is harsh and he doesn’t care, he doesn’t care at all.
His knees burn from the friction of the rug beneath his feet as he moves inside her. They were unable to get to the couch, much less the bed, and are now fucking on the floor outside the door like some animals. This wasn’t making love at all, nothing like the sweetness he use to touch her with and he’s sure that both of them will be bruised later. There are scratches down his back and at one point she had bitten his shoulder almost hard enough to draw blood and the grip he has on her hips and thighs are hard enough that he’s sure it’s hurting her but the good kind of pain. Let her boyfriend wonder where these bruises came from.
Afterwards they lay on the floor, dazed as if awakening from a drunken stupor. His shirt is torn but still on and his boxers and jeans are pulled around his ankles. Selena isn’t much better. He had managed to get her bra off as well as her jeans but her shirt is bunched around her neck and her panties are hanging off the ankle of her right foot.
He thinks that maybe he should put his clothes on or at least pull his pants up but he doesn’t want to break the silence with his movements so he just lays there feeling like a dumbass. What the hell is wrong with me? He shouldn’t have come there, shouldn’t have responded to her phone call, the only phone call she ever graced him with.
Selena sits ups and as she puts one her shirt he gets up too and pulls his pants up. She pulls on her panties and jeans but leaves her bra off and he’s not sure if he should enjoy the view or tell her how distracting her hard nipples are.
They’re both up now and he could tell that she was having a hard time looking at him. He saw the dark bruises on her neck and can imagine that there’s more scattered across her body, bruises forged by his mouth and his hands. While a part of him felt bad about it, the overwhelming majority felt proud. This was his work right there, a testament to his passion.
“I bet you want to talk,” she says as she starts walking towards the kitchen and he follows.
“Yeah,” he says. He leans against the counter as she turns on the electric tea kettle and starts setting tea cups.
“You want some tea,” she asks and he nods yes.
“Is Japanese easier for you to understand?” he looks up at her surprised, but she’s not looking in his direction. He doesn’t know why he’s surprise that she could speak Japanese, not for the first time he realizes that he knows nothing of about this girl.
“Yes,” he says in Japanese. “Who was that man with you the other day? At the café?”
She doesn’t answer him but instead hands him a cup of tea. It’s something cinnamon and spicy and tickles the back of his throat, he likes it. He knows she heard him and that she’ll answer him eventually.
Selena is across from him and leaning against the refrigerator door, she runs a tired hand through her frazzled hair and throws a sad and bemused smile at the cup as if it’s it that she’s having a conversation with. Her looking like this makes Young Bae want to take her in his arms again. Something about her calls something in him and when she’s not there he aches.
“That’s my boyfriend,” she finally responds.
No really? Young Bae could have answered that himself and both he and she knew that wasn’t the real question he was asking. He wanted to know why she was with him only 5 months ago and now with this dude, why was she still sleeping with him and was so passionate about him if she had already moved on?
“Why didn’t you return my calls?”
She runs another hand threw her hair and was still avoiding his eyes.
“I’m sorry, Young Bae.”
She was sorry? But sorry wasn’t enough. And what about now, was she still going to be sorry? They sit in silence once more, neither knowing what to say.
“I want you,” he says at last.
“I know.”
“I could love you better.”
“That’s true.”
He keeps his eyes on her while she keeps her eyes on her tea and he does his best to memorize her face in case this is the last time they’ll meet, though he doesn’t know how he’d bare to stay away. She’s an itch that he just can’t help scratching and now it’s bleeding and infected. She’s going to leave a scar, he can tell.
“Are you going to stay with him?”
“Yes.”
He walks over to her and grabs her chin and brings her faces up to his. She doesn’t fight him as he stares into her hazel eyes. And then he kisses her, slips his tongue into her mouth and hopes that with this kiss he will be able to exorcise away all the hopes, the dreams and the nightmares cause by her. And she kisses back, hungry for him too. And when the kiss ends, he steps back and walks out the kitchen, grabs his jacket from the floor and walks out her apartment.
There’s really nothing left to say.
Tell the devil I said, hey, when you get back to where you're from