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Jo, pensive:
Why do you like it when I sleep with other people?
Yuma, sat across from her, tying a condom:
I like seeing you feel good.
Jo:
You make me feel good.
Yuma, smiling boyishly:
Well, of course, no one knows your body better than me.
Jo, flustered and confused:
Then why?
Yuma walks to the trash bin and throws the condom. He then sits on the bed next to Jo, closer this time.
Yuma:
Why what?
Jo:
If you know me better than anyone, why haven't you made a move yet?
Yuma’s eyes widen almost imperceptibly. He sucks in a breath.
Yuma:
What kind of move?
Jo, frustrated:
Why haven't you asked me out? You like me don't you?
Yuma’s eyebrows shoot up. He looks at Jo surprised.
Yuma:
I've never said that.
Jo, quiet:
So you don't like me?
Yuma:
I never said that, either. We've just never talked about it.
Jo, confused:
You always stay late to help me clean up. You wash the sheets and tuck me to sleep and make me breakfast every time we have sex.
Yuma:
I do that, yeah. Isn't it only natural?
Jo:
So you would do it for just anyone?
Yuma:
Not.. anyone?
Jo:
Have you done it with others?
Yuma:
Sure. If they stayed over at my place.
Jo knows that Yuma sleeps around with people since their friends joke about it all the time. She’s not phased by it.
Jo:
Do you do it still?
Yuma, unsure where the conversation is going:
Not since we started sleeping together?
Jo’s face relaxes. Her hand twitches. She wants to reach out and place it on Yuma’s bare knee but refrains.
Jo:
So you only do these things with me? Am I wrong for reading into it?
Yuma:
(opens mouth then closes it)
Jo:
You don't like me?
Yuma, stuttering:
Of course, I do.
Jo:
Then I don't get it. If you do like me why haven't you asked me out yet?
Yuma’s shoulders hunch. He looks smaller than usual.
Yuma:
I didn't think you'd be interested.
Jo:
Why wouldn't I be?
Yuma’s face scrunches up. He clearly wants to laugh at her remark but instead a wheezing sound escapes from between his teeth.
Yuma:
I'm not exactly the relationship type of guy.
Jo's head tilts to the side.
Jo:
I don't get it.
Yuma:
What don't you get?
Jo:
You like me but you're not the relationship type of guy? So you only want the sex then?
Yuma:
Well, no.
Jo:
So you do want more than sex?
Yuma:
Of course, didn't I just admit that I like you?
Jo:
I'm confused.
Yuma sighs and rubs the space between his eyebrows with two fingers.
Yuma:
I'm just not the relationship type like Fuma-hyung or K-hyung, you know.
Jo:
No, I don’t know. I don't get it.
Yuma:
Look. People come to me when they want to have fun, to relax. They don't expect commitment or long-term. It's just not the kind of person I am.
Jo:
So you don't want a relationship after all?
Yuma’s head hangs low. Jo is unable to see the face he's making.
Yuma:
I do want it.
Jo, assertively:
Then ask me.
Yuma:
I can't.
Jo:
You're confusing me.
Yuma:
Look. You'll get tired of me sooner or later. I'm the slightly annoying fun guy you fuck around with for a bit and break it off within 3 months. And when you cross paths with me and your friends ask you who's that you're like Yeah, that's that one charming guy I slept with. It was fun. That's it.
Jo pushes Yuma. He's still looking down. Her eyebrows scrunch and she pushes him until he falls on the bed, hair fanning around prettily. She gets on top of him.
Jo:
I want more than 3 months with you.
Yuma finally looks at her. Then he looks to the side and bites his lip.
Jo:
Ask me.
Yuma:
No.
Jo cups his face and turns it until they're looking at each other.
Jo:
You're so annoying.
Yuma:
I know, I told you. I'm the annoying fun guy.
Jo:
No, you're Nakakita Yuma who is going to ask me out now.
Yuma, sighs:
You remember what happened with Nicholas, don't you? And then with Euijoo? Should I go on?
Jo halts. Her eyes dart around his face. She’s thinking back.
Jo:
I'm sorry.
Yuma:
It's not your fault. Anyways, you know my track record. Why are you pushing still?
Jo:
I'm sorry they didn't like you back, or.. not in the way you liked them at least. But I do. I like you, Yuma.
Yuma looks at her face, searching for something.
Jo:
I like you. Don't leave me hanging. Ask me out now or let me move on.
Yuma:
Move on?
Jo:
I like you but I won't pine helplessly forever. You can have me, you only have to ask.
They both stop talking. After a minute Jo makes a move to get off Yuma but he grabs her and brings her down. She's lying on top of him completely, long hair spilling over both of them and obscuring their faces.
Yuma laughs dryly, his voice cracks. He holds her tight and breathes into her neck. She wiggles a little at the sensation.
Yuma, whispers:
Be mine.
Jo:
I didn't hear you.
Yuma puts his lips to her ear, kisses it feather-light and repeats it.
Yuma:
Be mine. Only mine.
Jo’s ears turn bright red. She gets up, hands on Yuma’s shoulders. His hands move to the small of her back.
Jo’s face is lit up by the moon shining through the cracked open window.
Jo:
For how long?
Yuma presses his lips together. He looks at her for reassurance. She smiles at him and nods.
Yuma:
For however long you'll have me.
She shakes her head.
Jo:
For how long do you want me?
(A beat.)
Yuma:
Forever?
Jo:
Are you sure?
Yuma, nervous:
Yeah.
Jo:
Okay. Let's try forever then.
Yuma’s eyes turn glassy. He bites his lip. Jo leans down and presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth. A tear runs down Yuma’s cheek. Jo leans down again and kisses him. A choked off sound comes out of Yuma’s mouth. Yuma pulls her off after a bit.
Yuma:
I'm gross, stop kissing me.
Jo:
No.
Yuma:
You can taste my snot.
Jo:
I don't care.
Yuma, laughs:
You're so gross.
Jo:
You should've been more picky. Now you're stuck with a gross girlfriend.
Yuma pulls her down, licking into her mouth. He tucks a strand of hair behind her red ear. She takes his hand and brings it lower between her legs. Yuma gasps into her mouth.
Yuma, between kisses:
I should’ve known.
Jo, voice high and thin:
What?
Yuma:
You don’t actually want to date me. You just get turned on when I cry.
His other hand squeezes at her chest. He can feel her nipples harden.
Jo, giggles shyly:
That’s not true.
Yuma:
No?
Jo, grinding into his hand:
I like you. When you’re mean and when you’re tired and when you cry. I like you.
Yuma:
We just had sex.
Jo:
I know. I just like you.
Yuma pulls her off and rubs at his wet eyes. He pinches at her side and watches as she dissolves into a shy fit of laughter.
Yuma:
Don’t say that.
Jo:
Why not?
Yuma, trailing kisses down her neck:
I’ll seriously keep you forever if you don’t stop saying it.
Jo:
I like you.
Yuma bites at her shoulder and flips them over. He looks at Jo with reverence. She’s only wearing his shirt with nothing underneath and her hair's a mess. He leans down and sniffs at her. They just had sex but Jo can’t get enough of him. She looks at him with a crazy gleam in her eyes.
Jo, whispers:
I like you.
Yuma finally says it back:
I like you.
Jo smiles shyly. Then she sneaks a hand between his legs and watches gleefully as his face scrunches, his hips stuttering.
Yuma:
Stop.
Jo:
You can’t go again?
Yuma’s face sharpens, clearly taking it as a challenge. He runs his fingers over her ribs and smiles as her breath stutters.
Yuma:
Give me a minute.
Jo:
Sure.
Jo brings her hand to Yuma’s nape. She scratches at it and watches as his face softens under her touch. Then she traces her nails down his spine until they reach his ass. Jo presses down until his hips stutter. She can feel him against her and smiles.
Jo:
That took less than a minute.
Yuma, breathless:
Greedy.
Jo:
Me?
Yuma:
You.
Jo smiles and does it again.
Yuma wheezes:
My girl is so greedy.
Jo repeating it like a mantra:
I like you. I want you.
Yuma lifts her shirts up and spreads her legs. She’s hard already. He makes a move for the nightstand but Jo stops him.
Jo:
No condom.
Yuma buries his face in her neck and smiles, defeated.
Yuma:
Are you sure?
Jo:
Yes.
Yuma:
Okay.
He fingers her for a minute just in case.
Yuma:
Hurts?
Jo:
No.
Yuma:
Are you sure?
Jo nods and urges him to continue. Yuma guides his dick inside her, slowly. She gasps and he kisses the sound away.
Yuma:
I’m not gonna last.
Jo nods and Yuma can tell she won’t last either. He wraps a hand around her and jerks her off in quick motions. She gasps into his mouth and comes. Yuma tries to pull out but she crosses her legs behind his back and doesn’t let him move until he comes.
Jo:
Are you gonna make me breakfast tomorrow?
Yuma:
Yeah, I will.
Jo smiles and it’s radiant.