Chapter 12

"A nice talk always goes along with a nice glass of wine or beer," For the first time, she has agreed to do something without going against it first. I form a smile as she welcomes herself in the open kitchen and takes a bottle of wine and two glasses.

"There area chips in the first drawer right there," I point at it.

She stares at them, looking amazed by what she is seeing "I guess it's nice to be rich.

Everything you people own or rent is beautiful,"

"We can share them if you like," I shrug my shoulders

"Apart from affording such luxury, I know there is a huge price that you pay. Why share with you good things when I'm not there when you were paying the price?"

"Because you have prices of your own, I can give you a share of mine some other time later. For now, let's have a drink," I sigh, she just smiles.

I step into the kitchen and help her with the glasses. We go to the sitting room and place them on the table. She sits herself comfortably on the floor and I do the same.

"So, what are the prices that you had to pay to get here?" I guess she dares to wonder.

" Let's see," I pretend to think for a while, "You definitely can't trust anyone. Someone you trust can be the very same person sent to make your life a living hell," She laughs as I make my complains like a little kindergarten kid. She looks at me as her head lying on the table.

"What are the bigger prices that you have to pay?" I can tell this time she is quite serious with this question. Taking my mind back to all the era, all the success and all the bad side of our story as a group, there is a thing or two I would consider a price.

"Fear," I smile as I take my glass of wine. "One mistake and all things you have worked hard for are gone and also, Sometimes you love someone but the fear of letting her into your world makes you rethink over again and again,"

"Fans can be too cruel on that part. But the truth is, You will get married someday and so will they," She drinks the wine from the bottle. Easier said than done.

"Not everyone will understand that," I smile a little, "In my world, people make you feel like you are the God and this is your heaven, but then the very same people will give you hell beyond imagination."

"Have you ever encountered a sasaeng, or a hater? My friend is an exo-l and she fights too many of these kinds of people. Sometimes I wonder what she gets in return," She laughs in disbelief as she takes another sip from the bottle. wait, the bottle.

"They may not get a lot in return, but people like her stand with us even in our hardest times. People who give us hope even when no one else believes in us, because they believe it will happen, for us. To be honest, there are times when I feel like I should give up, but then I read a few letters telling me to fight and there... I get recharged,"

"Your really love your fans don't you?" I hope she is impressed.

"Yep," I nod, " Yesterday, today and forever."

"Now that your growing older, have you ever thought of finding a life partner?"

"I wish that from time to time. Money is no longer a problem to me, so yeah, that's one of the big dreams I have,"

"What kind of woman would you like to marry?"

"HEY! Am I at the police station?" She laughs, I do too. This feels like an interrogation though, I must admit.

"I am sent to interrogate you," She laughs harder but I don't. My eyes focus on how she laughs, how she drinks her wine.

Ever since I've become tipsy, her face and everything look incredibly heavenly. No matter how many times I keep my eyes open and my mind focused, I simply fail to see it otherwise.

Maybe this is how I always see her, beautiful and attractive. But then I am an idol. I definitely can't make mistakes when it comes to women. I can't make mistakes with her. I have only known her less than a week. Rushing to decision is not some luxury I can afford to enjoy.

She notices me and my moods and her laugh suddenly fades, now looking at my eyes as I spill it out, "I want a woman who is insecure."I answer her.

"Thin lips, dimples on her cheeks when she smiles. A woman who is fierce and stands up whenever people try to push her down. And also... sexy at whatever state she is in" Contrary to my thoughts. Fuck me.

At that moment, her eyes stare at mine. My heart race goes over the roof. I have no Idea what this alcohol is doing to me today but definitely it makes me feel free to unleash the devils inside of me.

The fact that I have always wanted her for myself since the first time I saw her. That I always want her to be mine and mine alone and another fact that I have dreamed of her as a woman two times like a high school kid who can't even control his hormones. And now the fact that I want to do the things I did to her in those dreams. All this is driving me crazy.

For her I want to be the devil. I want her to feel me and smile wildly for me. My eyes change their locations to her chest. Her pounding chest. Why do I keep thinking of evil things right now?

"Today, this moment," I look at her. What is she about to say? "Let's not think of other people, let's not think of your fears or mine."

"What do... You mean, Ha Ra?" Almost speechless.

"What you want to do to me. Do it now. Don't just show it with your eyes," My pulse reaches the sky when she places herself on top of me. I never knew she could be this dangerous until now.

"Don't you want to rip my shirt and kiss me?" With that, every moral I've known my entire life disappears. I smash my lips against hers, rip her clothes apart, take her to my bed as she does the unclothing of me while her legs still straddle my waist.

I place her on the bed but then, " No," comes sharply from her lips, "the chair," she demands. I smirk and fulfill her wish, "Naughty girl!"

She sits on top of me as she looks me straight in the in the eyes, " Do you really want this?" I ask her one last time,

"The question is, do you want this?" She asks me, her voice sounding sexy as hell.

"Do what you want to do something, before I..." I cup her face, "show you what you have been missing your whole life?"

With that, she smashes her lips against mine. She damn is hungry. Her body moves up and down, igniting me in every way. In everything she does, she wakes up every little bad boy habit that I always try, sometime so hard to keep them in until I reach the edge. I can't take this anymore, especially when I know how much her lusty side needs to be taken care of.

I carry her to the bed and hold her as close as possible while I get my whole self inside her, making her gasp. The gasp that keeps turning me on. Then comes her tightness, the rhythm, her moans that only I would hear, how her hands are holding me so tight like I am her savior, all together making me feel on edge. A never ending happiness and pleasure.

And then I spill it all inside of her, only a few minutes to hear, "I need more," Not for once but three times more.

"At your service,"