I knew he could sense my nervousness, but Minseok didn't show it. He stood right in front of me, looking down at me with those beautiful blue eyes. I could feel the heat radiating off of him, and I found myself longing for him to touch me again.
"You know," he began, "you don't have to pretend to like me. You're making this harder than it needs to be."
His words hit home. It wasn't true that I hated Minseok. What I felt was something entirely else.
I pulled him close, wrapping my arms around him, holding him tight.
"I want to be with you, all right?" I said.
Minseok's hands reached into my hair and cupped my head, pulling me closer. My heart pounded in my chest; every fiber of my being screamed in pain.
Yet again, we are kissing.
Minseok pulled off his jacket, throwing it onto the floor. The shirt he wore underneath it quickly followed suit, leaving him clad only in his undershirt and black pants.
Minseok seemed to take liking to my living room, and he took advantage of his presence
