Gigolò: 8/20
---CHAPTER EIGHT---
The two friends were at the coffee shop near campus, sipping on a latte and black coffee.
"How about...oh! What's your favorite song?"
It was a game of twenty-one questions that day and Hyori's turn to ask.
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She and Chansung began discussing life with each other, before and after each class, all over again. She had shared her recent woes about Joon; the distancing, the cold, quiet shoulder...the lack of sex. Chansung paused his movements and looked to her for further details, to her obvious amusement, but she refused to divulge anymore.
"...but that's none of your business anyway," she said.
She flipped the scrutiny to him and asked about In Young and Hyoyeon.
"So who were you really with? Honestly."
He sighed and answered as truthfully as he could.
"Both," he dropped his head, "and I wasn't lying, they both knew. ...I was just...stupid. I've broken it off with both of them, and they're pissed at me, but...I deserve it."
"Hm..." she nodded. His head rose again.
"What do you mean 'hm'?" he asked, hand clasping his drink.
"I just thought there was more to it-"
"-but that's none of your business anyway...right?"
She chuckled, but agreed.
"Fair enough, but wow...you were a bastard for doing that-"
"I get it, I get it...don't rub it in."
"Fine...discussion over," she said, holding up her hands in defeat.
"By the way," he continued, "...I'm looking for a job. No more of this odd stuff...I need something steady."
"Um," she thought. "...why don't you try getting a job on or near campus? It's even easier if you're on good terms with the dean."
He almost spat up his drink, laughing.
"Uh, I don't think I am anymore," he replied.
She peered at him, assuming that it was one reason why he was repeating the course.
The two of them fell into the pattern that was similar to she and Joon's; leaving class together, visiting the local coffee shop and study sessions at his place or hers. He was a diligent student, though most of the work was just a review for him. Maybe the real reason he repeated was for her, she thought.
She forced her train of thought back into their current game of twenty-one questions, his voice breaking her reverie.
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"I've been listening to a short song by David Bowie, but I like a newer version of it too."
"...so...what's the name of the song? I need a title."
"It's called Nature Boy."
"Nature Boy? Never heard it. Any reason why you like that song?"
"You're running out of questions."
She swatted his arm playfully and he cowered as he smiled at her.
"Just answer the question!"
He bit his lip and turned to his backpack.
"Wait a minute," he said.
He opened up the main pocket and then a smaller one inside. Once unzipped, he pulled out a small, black mp3 player.
"Take this," he said, handing her the small device. "Listen to the song when you have time, and get back to me."
"Thanks," she said, placing it in her purse.
"Okay last question now."
"Give me a minute Chan, I'm thinking."
She looked around, but not before she noticed him gazing at her intently. There was something deeper in his eyes, something growing. She had an inkling of it before but didn't want to tread upon it. It was a dangerous thought and she knew that it could only hurt her if she ever decided to act upon; ask about it. She was with Joon...technically. But she would have been blind not to notice the look he gave her.
It was the look from the lounge when he was with Hyoyeon, the look from the car when he left with In Young...a look of longing. The least she could do was ask. Ask, she told herself.
"Chansung...do you like me?"
He didn't expect that question at all, but he was waiting for the day when she would take notice and ask. Chansung was ready as he would ever be to answer it. No more nervousness, he told himself. 'That' life is behind you.
He took a bated breath before he answered.
"I've liked you since the first day I saw you. First class. Last spring."
She looked in his eyes as he said it and saw no lie in his words. Suddenly, she felt nervous, wanting to avoid being in the space with him. If he felt the same way her body was beginning to, then she didn't know if she could control herself.
"Oh..."
"Hyori..."
"Chansung...I'll talk to you later. I have to...think on some things."
"Hyori don't leave."
"Please. ...I'll see you in class tomorrow...okay?"
Her eyes pleaded with him and he acquiesced, allowing the thought to settle with her.
"Okay," he replied.
She grabbed her things and left without another word.
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Hyori arrived home after her last class, anxious from the answer Chansung gave her. It was evening but the memory was fresh, as if it'd happened moments before.
"What did he mean by that? Nothing. It meant nothing. It's a crush. It happens. He was with two other women for godsake!"
She repeated various mantras to herself to get her mind off of him.
"Think of Joon. What would he say? Fine, he's mad, but maybe it's a personal issue. I can deal with this. We'll be fine. Joon why are you holding out!? Ugh!"
She started to think of Chansung, from his eyes to his face to his body, and found herself getting unbearably hot.
"Shit. No...think of Joon. Joon. He's your boyfriend...sorta. Kinda. Are you even together anymore? Yes...yes you are. Think of Joon. I must be ovulating. Okay, I need a shower."
Hyori hurried to the bathroom and started unclothing herself, every inch of her body suddenly tender. She began running water, tapping at her flushed cheeks and wiping her face. The water was turned to a cool temperature and the shower turned on.
"No! Too cold! I don't want to get sick. I have classes to teach. A little warmth wouldn't be too bad. No...just a bit."
She turned the temperature up, but found herself liking the needed heat. It went up until steam was filling the room. She stood under it, letting the water run over her highly sensitized nerves. Hyori began imagining each rivulet as a finger tracing lines down her body. Her body was warming even more and her hands went to trace their lines.
"Dammit."
Fingers dropped to find her clit and treaded around it lightly before she let them go further.
"Joon...why won't you touch me?" she whimpered.
They began to rub and tried to gain purchase into her wet body. She didn't want to, but god, how she wanted to.
"...I want you on me...in me..."
As she stroked at herself, her fingers went in and started working quickly. Her shame went out the window as she tried to get herself off. Soon, it wasn't working. The mental images changed to that of someone thicker, taller.
"...Chansung...touch me..."
Her body shivered as she said his name, images of what she thought his body looked like flashed in her mind and her breaths were coming out quick.
"...make love to me...take me...fuck me..."
She was close, so close it hurt...and then she let go. Before she coherently realized who'd made her cum so hard, she sunk to the floor, letting the water continue to run over her.
"Dammit," she repeated.
She hated to admit it, but she did. Hyori wanted Chansung, had wanted Chansung since she first met him. Even Joon couldn't stop her illicit thoughts. When she sat there, as the stream of water fell on her and her conscience screamed at her, she wanted him. Despite his history and their fallout, she wanted him.
She finished washing and got out of the shower. When she dried her body and her hair, she reached for her phone, dialing Joon's number. She was even more surprised when he picked up.
"Hyori?" he asked.
"Yeah, it's me."
"I'm sorry. I haven't been myself lately."
"No. It's fine."
"I wanted to get back to you about...our last fight-"
"You don't have to. It's okay Joon. I...think it's over. You haven't spoken to me or kept contact-"
"What? I said I'm sorry-"
"And like I said, it's okay. Besides...I think I've found someone else."
He seemed to laugh lightly on the other line.
"Don't tell me it's Chansung!" he exclaimed.
She brushed any falling hairs out of her eye, annoyed at his response.
"And if it is?"
"Hyori, you can't be serious. You don't know him...what he's done...don't go out with him."
"I don't think you have the right to tell me what I can or can't do, since you care all of a sudden after I called you!"
"Look, don't get mad, just believe me."
"I don't...but thanks for making this so much easier."
She hung up the phone, leaving the line dead in his ear. He, on the other hand, called up the number In Young gave him at the start of last summer. He called two or three times before they picked up.
"What do you want Joon?" they answered angrily.
"Chansung...what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Joon replied.
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The two friends were at the coffee shop near campus, sipping on a latte and black coffee.
"How about...oh! What's your favorite song?"
It was a game of twenty-one questions that day and Hyori's turn to ask.
---
She and Chansung began discussing life with each other, before and after each class, all over again. She had shared her recent woes about Joon; the distancing, the cold, quiet shoulder...the lack of sex. Chansung paused his movements and looked to her for further details, to her obvious amusement, but she refused to divulge anymore.
"...but that's none of your business anyway," she said.
She flipped the scrutiny to him and asked about In Young and Hyoyeon.
"So who were you really with? Honestly."
He sighed and answered as truthfully as he could.
"Both," he dropped his head, "and I wasn't lying, they both knew. ...I was just...stupid. I've broken it off with both of them, and they're pissed at me, but...I deserve it."
"Hm..." she nodded. His head rose again.
"What do you mean 'hm'?" he asked, hand clasping his drink.
"I just thought there was more to it-"
"-but that's none of your business anyway...right?"
She chuckled, but agreed.
"Fair enough, but wow...you were a bastard for doing that-"
"I get it, I get it...don't rub it in."
"Fine...discussion over," she said, holding up her hands in defeat.
"By the way," he continued, "...I'm looking for a job. No more of this odd stuff...I need something steady."
"Um," she thought. "...why don't you try getting a job on or near campus? It's even easier if you're on good terms with the dean."
He almost spat up his drink, laughing.
"Uh, I don't think I am anymore," he replied.
She peered at him, assuming that it was one reason why he was repeating the course.
The two of them fell into the pattern that was similar to she and Joon's; leaving class together, visiting the local coffee shop and study sessions at his place or hers. He was a diligent student, though most of the work was just a review for him. Maybe the real reason he repeated was for her, she thought.
She forced her train of thought back into their current game of twenty-one questions, his voice breaking her reverie.
---
"I've been listening to a short song by David Bowie, but I like a newer version of it too."
"...so...what's the name of the song? I need a title."
"It's called Nature Boy."
"Nature Boy? Never heard it. Any reason why you like that song?"
"You're running out of questions."
She swatted his arm playfully and he cowered as he smiled at her.
"Just answer the question!"
He bit his lip and turned to his backpack.
"Wait a minute," he said.
He opened up the main pocket and then a smaller one inside. Once unzipped, he pulled out a small, black mp3 player.
"Take this," he said, handing her the small device. "Listen to the song when you have time, and get back to me."
"Thanks," she said, placing it in her purse.
"Okay last question now."
"Give me a minute Chan, I'm thinking."
She looked around, but not before she noticed him gazing at her intently. There was something deeper in his eyes, something growing. She had an inkling of it before but didn't want to tread upon it. It was a dangerous thought and she knew that it could only hurt her if she ever decided to act upon; ask about it. She was with Joon...technically. But she would have been blind not to notice the look he gave her.
It was the look from the lounge when he was with Hyoyeon, the look from the car when he left with In Young...a look of longing. The least she could do was ask. Ask, she told herself.
"Chansung...do you like me?"
He didn't expect that question at all, but he was waiting for the day when she would take notice and ask. Chansung was ready as he would ever be to answer it. No more nervousness, he told himself. 'That' life is behind you.
He took a bated breath before he answered.
"I've liked you since the first day I saw you. First class. Last spring."
She looked in his eyes as he said it and saw no lie in his words. Suddenly, she felt nervous, wanting to avoid being in the space with him. If he felt the same way her body was beginning to, then she didn't know if she could control herself.
"Oh..."
"Hyori..."
"Chansung...I'll talk to you later. I have to...think on some things."
"Hyori don't leave."
"Please. ...I'll see you in class tomorrow...okay?"
Her eyes pleaded with him and he acquiesced, allowing the thought to settle with her.
"Okay," he replied.
She grabbed her things and left without another word.
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Hyori arrived home after her last class, anxious from the answer Chansung gave her. It was evening but the memory was fresh, as if it'd happened moments before.
"What did he mean by that? Nothing. It meant nothing. It's a crush. It happens. He was with two other women for godsake!"
She repeated various mantras to herself to get her mind off of him.
"Think of Joon. What would he say? Fine, he's mad, but maybe it's a personal issue. I can deal with this. We'll be fine. Joon why are you holding out!? Ugh!"
She started to think of Chansung, from his eyes to his face to his body, and found herself getting unbearably hot.
"Shit. No...think of Joon. Joon. He's your boyfriend...sorta. Kinda. Are you even together anymore? Yes...yes you are. Think of Joon. I must be ovulating. Okay, I need a shower."
Hyori hurried to the bathroom and started unclothing herself, every inch of her body suddenly tender. She began running water, tapping at her flushed cheeks and wiping her face. The water was turned to a cool temperature and the shower turned on.
"No! Too cold! I don't want to get sick. I have classes to teach. A little warmth wouldn't be too bad. No...just a bit."
She turned the temperature up, but found herself liking the needed heat. It went up until steam was filling the room. She stood under it, letting the water run over her highly sensitized nerves. Hyori began imagining each rivulet as a finger tracing lines down her body. Her body was warming even more and her hands went to trace their lines.
"Dammit."
Fingers dropped to find her clit and treaded around it lightly before she let them go further.
"Joon...why won't you touch me?" she whimpered.
They began to rub and tried to gain purchase into her wet body. She didn't want to, but god, how she wanted to.
"...I want you on me...in me..."
As she stroked at herself, her fingers went in and started working quickly. Her shame went out the window as she tried to get herself off. Soon, it wasn't working. The mental images changed to that of someone thicker, taller.
"...Chansung...touch me..."
Her body shivered as she said his name, images of what she thought his body looked like flashed in her mind and her breaths were coming out quick.
"...make love to me...take me...fuck me..."
She was close, so close it hurt...and then she let go. Before she coherently realized who'd made her cum so hard, she sunk to the floor, letting the water continue to run over her.
"Dammit," she repeated.
She hated to admit it, but she did. Hyori wanted Chansung, had wanted Chansung since she first met him. Even Joon couldn't stop her illicit thoughts. When she sat there, as the stream of water fell on her and her conscience screamed at her, she wanted him. Despite his history and their fallout, she wanted him.
She finished washing and got out of the shower. When she dried her body and her hair, she reached for her phone, dialing Joon's number. She was even more surprised when he picked up.
"Hyori?" he asked.
"Yeah, it's me."
"I'm sorry. I haven't been myself lately."
"No. It's fine."
"I wanted to get back to you about...our last fight-"
"You don't have to. It's okay Joon. I...think it's over. You haven't spoken to me or kept contact-"
"What? I said I'm sorry-"
"And like I said, it's okay. Besides...I think I've found someone else."
He seemed to laugh lightly on the other line.
"Don't tell me it's Chansung!" he exclaimed.
She brushed any falling hairs out of her eye, annoyed at his response.
"And if it is?"
"Hyori, you can't be serious. You don't know him...what he's done...don't go out with him."
"I don't think you have the right to tell me what I can or can't do, since you care all of a sudden after I called you!"
"Look, don't get mad, just believe me."
"I don't...but thanks for making this so much easier."
She hung up the phone, leaving the line dead in his ear. He, on the other hand, called up the number In Young gave him at the start of last summer. He called two or three times before they picked up.
"What do you want Joon?" they answered angrily.
"Chansung...what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Joon replied.
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