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You sat in the middle of the front row of the class, knowing from past experiences that it helped you focus on the class and made it easier for the professor to know who you were. You had signed up for an English class with a professor known to be the best at teaching it. However, two days before classes were supposed to start, you had gotten an email stating that he had been in a horrible accident, and he would be out for the whole semester. Your leg bounced up and down subconsciously, something you did whenever you were nervous. You tapped your pen against your notebook as you waited. Slowly, the room started to fill as the start time neared. You could hear others whispering, talking about what they did over break, already forming study groups, and discussing who the new professor might be.
“I heard they hired a guy straight out of college,” one girl said with a giggle. “That means he’s not going to be that much older than us.”
“What does that even mean, Julissa?” another girl questioned. “It’s not like we can do anything with him…he’s our professor. Plus, what if he’s not even hot?” she asked with a shrug and a roll of her eyes.
“So what, Ariel?” Julissa retorted, then smirked. “He’ll just be a piece of eye candy to make this class a little exciting.”
Ariel scoffed. The room was full, and class was supposed to start 5 minutes ago. You glanced at the clock to double check the time when the door opened. The room went silent as the man entered the room, his red hair catching everyone’s attention. He had big, round glasses on, and they were slipping down his nose. He wore a burgundy button-up with the top two buttons undone. His sleeves were down and buttoned at the wrist. His slacks were black, and fit him gloriously. His shoes were sleek and black as well. He had a lanyard with a faculty ID in the pocket. This man was your professor.
You froze in your seat, you pen dropping onto your notebook and your leg stilling.
“Oh, my god, I fucking told you!” you heard Julissa whisper to her friend.
You glanced to your side to take a look at the girls, and Ariel’s eyes were wide with shock. You surveyed the people around you, and everyone noticed it:
Your professor was absolutely gorgeous.
He set his bag down at the desk with a huff and looked up at the class. He used his middle finger to push his glasses back up and smiled, and you swore you could hear all the girls swoon as his eyes narrowed into slits and his teeth become exposed.
“I’m so sorry, class,” he said, and you almost melted at his smooth, honey voice. “I got a little lost trying to find the room.”
You gulped and picked up your pen again, resuming your leg bouncing.
“My name is Park Jimin, but it’s Mr. Park or Professor Park to you,” he said, wagging a finger at the class, making the girls giggle.
He took something out of his backpack, and set it on the desk. He sighed and unclasped the buttons at his wrists, and you sucked in a breath as he moved.
“Let me take roll. I’d like to learn your names as quickly as possible,” he said, beginning to roll up his sleeves.
“Holy shit,” some other girl gasped behind you.
Fucking same, girl, you thought as you watched him work on his sleeves. He started calling roll, but you couldn’t pay attention, not when he was slowly exposing his thick, veiny arms. You licked your lips as he finished rolling up his sleeves. He picked up the clipboard holding the roll sheet, and you noticed how his muscles flexed. He tossed his head to the side in an attempt to keep his hair from falling into his eyes.
“I guess, Y/N, isn’t here then,” he stated, and you snapped out of your trance.
“What?” you said aloud, making him look up at you.
You almost died in that moment. He looked so handsome looking up at you over his glasses, eyes tinted with annoyance.
“Are you Y/N?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” you responded with a gulp, stilling your leg.
His eyes flicked over your figure, and you fidgeted in your seat.
That’s what you get for ogling him like he’s a piece of meat, you internally scolded yourself.
He lifted his head with another attempt at moving his hair away. “I called your name three times, Y/N,” he said with a scold. “Please pay attention.”
You nodded, and he frowned, but he looked back at the roll sheet and continued on. You could feel a heat rise to your cheeks as you had just been thoroughly embarrassed in front of the entire class.
Eventually though, you moved on. He passed out a syllabus and discussed all the materials needed for the class. He dismissed the class early, and you rushed out of the room, running to the bathroom. Once there, you went to the sink and splashed your face with some cold water.
You looked up at yourself in the mirror. Mascara and eyeliner were running down your cheeks, as you had forgotten you had put on some makeup today. You clicked your tongue and wiped your face with a napkin. You checked yourself out once more before heading out.
It was going to be a long semester.
And you were right: it was a very long semester. You were doing well in your other classes, but you struggled with English, and it had nothing to do with your ability or Mr. Park’s teaching and everything to do with the fact that you could not pay attention while looking at a man as beautiful as Park Jimin. You always ended up having to go to your apartment to recap on everything he had lectured on so you could take notes without being distracted. Somehow, you were passing with an A, and you swore it had to be some sort of miracle.
~~
At first, your roommate didn’t believe a man could be as hot as you made Park Jimin sound. But, one day, while the two of you were studying in the library, you caught a glimpse of that fiery hair making an entrance, and you immediately got her attention.
“That’s him!” you whispered, shaking her shoulder without taking your eyes off of him.
She looked up from her work with an annoyed whine, but it caught in her throat as she saw him. She knew exactly who it was without you even having to point him out.
“Oh, my god,” she whispered as she checked him out. He made his way to a different part of the library and the two of you lost sight of him.
“That’s your professor?” she asked, dumbfounded. You nodded, and she shook her head. “He’s hot as fuck!”
You shushed her and giggled. “I told you so.”
“If he were my teacher, I would not get any work done.”
You rolled your eyes and returned to your work. “Yeah, I’m struggling with that severely.”
~~
You stared at your computer, the document blank. You had gone over the book a million times, and you still didn’t have a full grasp of what was going on in it. You groaned and picked up the book. The essay was due tomorrow in class, and you had yet to write anything. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t remember anything that was said in the class discussions because of your stupid mind wandering over to Mr. Park’s beautiful body and sweet voice.
You wanted to ask your roommate for help, but she hadn’t read the book, and wouldn’t know anything about the topic. You shut your computer and made your way to the kitchen, thinking that some food could help you.
You made yourself a sandwich and headed back to your desk. You reread the prompt and sighed, taking a bite of your sandwich.
Fuck it, you thought.
You set your sandwich down and began writing. You knew it was shit, but it was too late. You typed until you hit the word count, then you printed it out without a second look.
~~
“That’s all for today class,” Mr. Park said, and everyone started to pack up their bags, including you.
“Y/N,” he said, and you lifted your head and froze at his voice. Your name coming from him never ceased to make you melt.
“Yes, sir,” you responded.
“Please see me before you leave.”
You blushed, and the girls next to you, Julissa and Ariel, giggled.
“Someone’s in trouble,” Ariel whispered as she passed you to leave.
You rolled your eyes and finished zipping up your bag. “What? Are we in high school?” you retorted, but it only made her laugh harder as she made her exit.
The students filed out of the classroom, leaving you behind. You gulped and stood up, preparing yourself for having your first one-on-one talk with this man.
You stood at his desk. “Is something wrong, Mr. Park?” you asked.
He sighed and grabbed something out of his bag, dropping it onto the desk. You glanced at the papers, and realized it was your essay with a huge, red “D” marked on it. You skimmed over the paper, quickly reading over his comments.
“What is this, Y/N?” he asked, his voice stern.
You gulped, and refused to look up in fear that the look of disappointment on his face would shatter your composure.
“I-it’s my essay,” you said, your voice shaky, “sir.”
He sighed, and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. “What happened? Did you really write this? How have you done so well these past weeks, and done so horrible on this one?” he asked, his hand coming into view as he pressed a finger to your paper. “Have you cheated on all the other essays?”
You snapped your head up to look at him, unable to control the angry expression your face held. “Never, Mr. Park!” you nearly yelled. “I’m not a cheater!”
“Well then explain this!” he exclaimed. “This is crap, Y/N!” He stood up, leaning forward and resting his palms on the desk.
You huffed. “Yeah, I know!” you yelled back at him. “I forgot everything we talked about in our group discussions, okay! I wrote that piece of shit in under an hour and didn’t even edit it! Sorry I don’t live up to your expectations, sir!”
You were panting after your rant. How dare he accuse you of cheating. Yeah, your work wasn’t great, but to call you a cheater? A fury bubbled inside of you and you had no control over your thoughts.
His eyes flickered all over your face, and you were suddenly aware of how close he was to you. His breath tickled your face, his pants matching yours. You couldn’t help but glance down at his thick lips, making you poke out your tongue to dampen yours. His lips parted, and his eyes flicked back up to meet yours.
You gasped, and leaned back away from the desk. There was something dark and delicious in his eyes, and you couldn’t help but think that maybe he wanted you as much as you wanted him.
He cleared his throat, and tore his gaze away from you. He sighed and sat back down in his chair, snatching the paper from the desk, looking it over once more.
“I’m sorry for accusing you of cheating,” he said, finally breaking the tense silence, not looking up from the paper.
“It’s okay,” you responded, your voice weak.
“I’ll let you rewrite this essay,” he said, and your eyebrows raised, going unnoticed by him. “This will be the one and only time I allow this,” he stated, looking up at you. “Let me be very clear that this will never happen again.” You nodded, and he furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance.
“You have until next class period to turn it in.”
“Thank you, Mr. Park!” you exclaimed with a smile on your face. “It won’t happen again, I promise.”
He gave you a short nod, and you headed for the door. “Oh, and Y/N?” he called after you.
You turned to look at him. His finger was on his lip and his eyes were most definitely not on your face.
You played with the hem of your skirt as your heartbeat quickened in its pace. You couldn’t help the gasp that escaped as you watched his eyes travel up your body to meet your eyes.
“Pay attention in class next time.”
You gulped, but nodded, and you caught a glimpse of his frown as you turned and exited the room.
~~
You finished your essay, and though it wasn’t your best work, you still managed a B. The events of that day played in your head over and over again, and you couldn’t stop thinking about how maybe, just maybe, he wanted you, too. You constantly had to fight with yourself on the subject, reminding yourself that he was a professor, and that he was forbidden from fornicating with his students.
But you couldn’t stop your wandering mind. Night after night, you couldn’t help but touch yourself to thoughts of him. You couldn’t stop imagining what his lips would feel like against yours, how his hands would feel rubbing your skin, how his voice would sound laced with seduction, how his hot, wet tongue would feel lapping up your juices, or how his cock would feel buried deep inside of you.
Class wasn’t any better. Even after the whole ordeal, you were unable to pay attention, though you did work harder at it. The events of that day didn’t help your mind. Sometimes, he’d walk around, and his leg would brush against your desk. During group discussions, he would squat to your level and you swore you could feel his fingers against your calves. During individual work, you’d look up and would catch his eyes flickering away from you.
Maybe he wanted you...but that was impossible.
~~
You stood up and handed in your essay. Mr. Park took it with a soft smile. You returned it and headed out. When you made your exit, you had to use every ounce of willpower to not scream in relief. It had been a long week of essays and tests, and your pent up sexual frustration toward Mr. Park did nothing but drag you down. But, finally, midterm week was over. You were ready for the weekend. Your roommate had invited you to out to a club that night, and you didn’t hesitate to say yes.
You rushed home to get ready.
“Honey, I’m home!” you yelled, shoving the door open and making her yelp in surprise.
“God, Y/N, don’t do that!” she yelled, and you laughed.
“Did you not hear me struggling to get the door unlocked, Carol?” you asked, and she rolled her eyes.
“As you can see,” she responded, pointing to the TV, “I’m in the middle of something very important.”
You shook your head and headed into your room. “Are we still on for tonight?” you asked.
“Hell, yeah!” she yelled, and you smiled.
“Good, because after the week I just had, I cannot wait to get drunk!”
You threw your bag on the floor and immediately went to your closet in search for something to wear. Your wardrobe was basic and plain, as you barely ever went out. Way down in the depths of your closet, you found a small, red, dress that you had bought on a whim when your boyfriend had broken up with you two years ago.
You eyed the skimpy thing, and grasped the silky fabric in your hands. You threw it on the bed and removed your clothes to try it on. You slipped the dress over your head and smoothed it out over your body. You glanced in your mirror and were relieved to find that it still fit.
You took it off and put on some sweats. You made yourself some food and watched some TV with Carol until it was time to get ready. You took a hot shower and lathered yourself in a delicious smelling body oil. You did your hair and makeup and decided on a lacy thong, skipping a bra. You had gone for a soft look in your face, as your dress was bold and begged for attention. You slipped into a pair of small heels, and took one last look in the mirror. Oh, you were definitely getting laid tonight.
You stepped out of your room to find some of your friends in the living room.
“Oh, hot damn, Y/N!” someone yelled, and you blushed.
“Oh, shut up, Mark!” you retorted, but you couldn’t help the smile that formed on your lips.
“Someone’s trying to get it tonight,” Mina added, and you nodded your head.
“Hell, yeah,” you responded, plopping down on the couch.
“Fantasizing about your English professor got you frustrated, huh?” Mina continued, and you threw a pillow at her.
“Oh, my God! Mina, stop!” you yelled.
Mina laughed, unfazed by your actions. “You, know it’s true!” Carol yelled from her room.
“Fuck you, Carol!” you yelled back.
“Carol, let’s go!” Dino yelled. “We told you to be ready by 9 and it’s,” he paused to look at his big, shiny watch, “almost 9:30!”
Carol came out of her room with a huff. “Fine, I’m ready!”
You looked her over and smiled, locking your arm with hers. “You look hot, babe,” you commented.
She smiled and winked. “You, too.”
“Let’s go!”
Your group was big, so you had to order two separate Ubers, but it didn’t take long for the lot of you to arrive. The line wasn’t long, and you guys were let in quickly.
When the bouncer opened the door, you were immediately hit with a hard, thumping bass, and music so loud you could barely hear yourself think.
“Let’s get some drinks!” Ashley yelled, and the girls screamed their approval.
You weren’t sure how many drinks you had, you just knew that you were drunk. You were drunk to the point where you were dancing and grinding against strangers. Your friends didn’t mind. In fact, they encouraged you as they followed in your footsteps. The boys found girls and the girls found boys. You had been dancing with a guy for a song, but you weren’t really feeling him as he kept trying to grope your breasts.
You tapped Carol’s shoulder and mouthed “bathroom” to which she nodded. You made your way through the crowd, but there were too many people. You started to feel claustrophobic, and you felt like you were suffocating. You pushed people out of the way and headed for the smoking balcony in hopes of getting some fresh air.
You somehow made it, and to your surprise, there were only 3 people smoking while everyone else was just getting some air like you. You inhaled the fresh crispness and you felt better automatically. You slipped back inside, but were pushed against the wall as a huge group made it’s way outside.
The group was a rowdy group of men filled with crazy hair. You saw pink and blue and a touch of green, but something else caught your eye: fiery locks of silky hair that had a familiarity to it, making you furrow your eyebrows. You looked around the group of men, trying to get a better look at him. Then, you saw him.
Mr. Park.
Holy fuck.
He made his way to the edge of the group as they walked, and he looked absolutely smashed. He gave his friends a lopsided grin before tripping on his own two feet and landing right in front of you.
You gasped and scrunched your face, preparing yourself for his weight, but he caught himself on the wall, trapping you between his arms. He was so close to you, and you could feel the heat radiating from his body. He smelled like the cologne he wore in class all the time mixed with alcohol, and the scent was intoxicating, making you dizzier than you already were.
His friends snickered as they watched the scene unfold. He laughed and tossed his hair to the side to get a better look at you. His eyes were droopy with drunkenness, and you bit your lip. God, he looked hot.
“‘Mm sorry ‘bout that, miss,” he slurred, a smirk on his lips.
“It’s alright,” you said, your voice shaky and weak.
His eyes traveled over your body, and it sent a heat straight down to your core. He licked his lips as he examined you, and you almost moaned then and there.
“Yah! Jimin-ah! Let’s go!” the blue-haired boy yelled, and you did your best not to shoot him a dirty look for interrupting your moment.
“Go,” he said to your surprise. “I’ll meet you guys later,” He never took his eyes off of you. His eyes met yours, a smirk still plastered on his lips. The boys laughed, but left him for the balcony.
“God, you look beautiful tonight, miss,” he said, his breath brushing the skin of your chin and chest. “That color,” he said with a moan. He leaned in closer so his lips were near your ear, “delicious.”
You gulped as goosebumps started to form on your skin. “Th-th-thank you,” you whispered, and he chuckled.
“You look awfully familiar,” he continued.
“Is that a bad thing?” you asked, trying to regain your composure. He nodded his head, his breathing becoming labored. He dropped his hand and hovered over your arm, cocking his eyebrow, silently asking for permission. You nodded, and he grazed your arm with his fingertips.
“You remind me of a student of mine.”
Your breath caught in your throat as the words slipped from his mouth and his fingers moved slowly over your skin.
“A student?”
He nodded his head as he hummed a “mhm.”
“You like this student?” you breathed, determined to get as much information out of him.
“Psh, fuck.” He shook his head and let his hand travel back up your arm. His hair bounced, and you had to resist the urge to run your hands through it. “She drives me crazy.”
You released the breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. Could he really be talking about you? He had to have at least three classes to teach with 20-30 students in each class...there was no way he could be talking about you.
His fingers danced over your collarbone, making you shudder. Your eyes fluttered closed and you let your head fall against the wall.
“You know, you kinda sound like her, too,” he whispered, and you gulped.
You chuckled, relishing in the feel of his hands on your skin. “Do you fantasize about this student a lot?” you pressed.
He leaned down, his lips oh so close to your neck, his breath sending shivers down your spine. Your breathing quickened as his hand slid down your torso, moving slowly and smoothly over the silk of your dress. He nodded his head as he inhaled your scent deeply, his hair tickling your skin.
“God, you smell so fucking good” he breathed. He gripped your hips, and a groan escaped your lips with no warning. Your hand flew to your mouth, surprised at how affected you were.
He let out a breathy laugh, but continued to refuse to touch his lips to your skin. “Is that bad?” he questioned, his hands sliding up your sides.
“What?” Your voice was breathy, and no one could mistake the lust you were feeling right now.
He lifted his head and pressed his lips to your ear, making you gasp yet again. “That I want to fuck my student?”
You whimpered at his vulgar word choice, and you gulped down the moan building in your throat.
“I’m sure every teacher has had one of those students,” you answered with a shaky voice.
You felt him lift his head away from you, and you opened your eyes. He pressed his forehead against yours, and you looked at him. His eyes were locked on your lips, and his hands were placed on your hips.
“What’s your name?” you asked him.
“Park,” he answered, his voice low. “Park Jimin. What’s yours?”
You ignored his question and pressed your body against his. You turned your head to the side to press your lips against his ear, placing your hands on his shoulders for support.
“Touch me, Mr. Park” you whispered, and he froze. You heard him gulp as he processed your demand.
You slid your hand down his torso and grabbed his crotch. “I need you,” you continued.
He let out a shaky breath, and you could feel this self-control slipping.
You brushed your lips against the skin of his neck. “Please,” you begged, your voice filled with desperation.
With that, he snapped. He grunted and shoved your hips against the wall, his hand went to your face, softly squeezing your cheeks together.
Then, finally, after so much fantasizing...after so much pent up frustration...after dreaming about it a million times... He pressed his lips against yours. He kissed you, hard and heavy, sloppy and wet, and so fucking hot.
You could taste the alcohol on his lips, but he still tasted so good. Your hands flew to his hair, grabbing onto it as you made out. You moaned into his mouth, and he slipped a hand into your hair, gripping it tightly. His lips moved against yours, rough. He shoved his tongue in your mouth, and you gladly opened up to him. His hands dropped from your hair and grabbed your wrists. He lifted them over your head, using one hand to pin them to the wall.
He pulled away from you to examine you, his eyes droopy from the alcohol and lust coursing through his veins. His lips were swollen and red and wet, and you could only imagine what you looked like.
You brushed your lips against his. “More,” you breathed, and his eyes fluttered shut.
The hand not holding your wrists went to your throat. He held it like he was going to choke you. Instead, he kissed you again. His body was pressing you into the wall, trying to get impossibly close to you.
The kiss was leaving you breathless, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You had Park Jimin, your incredibly gorgeous English professor whom all the girls thirsted over, pressed against you, giving himself to you, moaning against you. Your mind was fuzzy as he worked his lips against yours. You couldn’t stop the moans and grunts that escaped your lips.
You fought against his hand, but he was strong, and it only served to turn you on even more.
You turned your head to the side, but he didn’t stop there. He only continued his ministrations on your neck, marking you up without caring about the consequences.
“Fuck, Mr. Park,” you groaned into his ear, and you could feel the smirk form on his lips against your neck.
“Like that, baby girl?” he breathed, and you moaned your agreeal.
“Choke me,” you demanded, and you were surprised with yourself. You were never one to be demanding in bed. You didn’t like to initiate things, in fear that your partner would reject you. You blamed the alcohol for making you so brave, but damn, were you glad because he did not hesitate to comply, releasing your hands from over your head.
He chuckled softly as his grip on your throat tightened ever so slightly.
“I never would’ve taken you for such a dirty girl.”
You smiled as his grip tightened slowly, restricting your blood flow, making you feel light-headed. “You know nothing about me, sir,” you responded. “More,” you whispered.
You shut your eyes as he followed your demand. Soon, you couldn’t speak because of how tight his grip was. Your breath came out in short squeaks. After you felt yourself getting too dizzy, you grabbed his wrist and tugged it, and he let go of your throat.
As the blood rushed to your head, and his tongue continued to work on your neck, you felt absolutely euphoric.
“Fuck, I need more,” you gasped out, still struggling to regain your breath. “I need you to fuck me.” Your hand went to his crotch.
Pressing his hand against the wall, he pushed himself up to look at you. His dick was hard, creating a tense tent in his pants. You rubbed his dick through his pants, and you gulped. He felt big, and you couldn’t wait to feel him inside of you.
“Please, Mr. Park,” you begged. “I need you.”
You used both hands to rub him. You worked his tip with one hand while the other rubbed against his shaft.
He shut his eyes and took a deep breath. “If you keep doing that,” he began, his voice low and his eyes opening as if to warn you, “I’m going to cum.”
A devilish smile formed on your lips, and you worked harder. “Cum inside your pants, Mr. Park,” you demanded, and he bucked his hips at the feeling of your hands working him. You could feel his dick twitching against the tight fabric, and you knew he was close.
“God, you sound just like her when you say my name,” he groaned and buried his face in the crook of your neck.
You kept rubbing him through his pants and started kissing his neck. “Say her name,” you demanded. You weren’t sure what had come over you in that moment. You had never wanted someone the way you wanted Mr. Park. You were sure he was going to shout out someone else’s name, and, yet, you couldn’t care less. It didn’t matter if he was fantasizing about some other girl; it was you who was going to make him cum. “Say her name and cum, Mr. Park.”
He groaned, and with one more buck of his hips, he came in his pants, saturating the fabric with his seed. As he reached his high, he had just one word on his lips.
“Y/N!”
You froze. He whispered your name over and over again. His body shuddered, and he wrapped his arms around your waist to ground himself. The noises coming out of his mouth were obscene and delicious, but all you could focus on was the sound of your name slipping out of his mouth.
He wanted you...he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.
But the moment was over all too soon. Even after he was done, and he was regaining his breath, you could still hear your name being called. You heard a female voice calling you, and you gasped, pushing Mr. Park away from you.
“Woah, what the hell?” he questioned, confused with the switch. “What’s wrong?”
“Ugh, Y/N, there you are!” Carol yelled as she spotted you and walked over to you. That is, until she saw Mr. Park.
She froze, confused. She saw the hickies that adorned both of your necks, the swollen redness of your lips, and the messy hair, and she figured it out.
“Oh, my god,” she gasped.
You looked at Mr. Park, and his eyes were wide.
“Y/N?” He wasn’t looking at you, he was trying to figure out what the hell was going on.
You didn’t say anything to him as you stalked toward Carol. You linked your arm with hers and headed for the exit.
“Y/N, what the fuck?!” Carol screeched, a wide smile on her face. “What just fucking happened??”
You scratched your head, nervous and not wanting to answer. You definitely weren’t drunk anymore, at least not off of alcohol. You rushed outside, ignoring Carol’s pleas to tell her what just happened.
“Give me my phone.”
She blinked at you, crossing her arms over her chest. “No.”
You stomp your foot and whine. “Carol, please. I really just want to go home right now.”
“Not until you tell me what happened.”
The cold, night air finally hits you in a soft breeze, making you shiver, hugging yourself as goosebumps form along your skin.
You pout at Carol, bouncing to try and keep warm. Carol tries to stand her ground, but the sight of you freezing makes her break.
She rolls her eyes and opens her purse, fishing for your phone. She hands it to you and shakes her head.
“I’m only doing this because I don’t want you to freeze to death.”
You jump in relief, opening up your phone. You see Carol turn around and you look up. “Don’t you want to come?” She turns her head and furrows her eyebrows. “So I can tell you all the details of tonight.”
A smile starts to form slowly on her lips, and she squeals in excitement. You order the Uber, and once it arrives, you tell her everything that happened...or, at least the things you remembered. As you tell her, your heart never stops pounding in your chest. Reliving the scene makes all those feelings come up again, and you can’t suppress them when you know they’re reciprocated.
As you and Carol settle down back at the apartment, you have trouble sleeping, tossing and turning in bed as the memories were burned into your brain. You can’t help but touch yourself, but it does nothing to help when you can’t stop thinking about how close you were to the real thing.
As 4 in the morning rolls around, you sigh, relieved that you have the day off tomorrow. Your mind wanders, and you can’t stop the thoughts.
Mr. Park wanted you, and you could never forget.