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“Tell me again why I thought this would be a good idea?” Jakyung mumbled as she stared out the window at the city blurring by her.

“Because Yungmin closed down the club so now you have nothing better to do than go to the party,” Kai chirped, glancing at her briefly before turning his attention back to the road. “That and you’re a sucker for a nice car.” Well he had her there.

“And before you say anything else, Miss Chatty,” Kai said, making fun of her short, clipped speech. “I know you have a change of clothes in that bag. Yungmin always makes the staff dress in partywear on the weekends. You got off easy yesterday because you got hired on the spot, but he told you to come prepared today.” Jakyung didn’t have an argument for this either and kept her mouth shut.

“It’ll be fun, I promise,” Kai said after a moment of silence. Jakyung gave a short snort and rolled her eyes.

“Not like I have a choice now anyways.” The bitterness in her voice was almost enough to make Kai pull a U-Turn and take her to the nearest bus stop to go home. It was the look in her eyes that stopped him though.

Through the reflection, he could see that she was thinking hard about something. And whatever she was thinking about troubled her enough to make her words come out like acid. Different than the bored tone she had yesterday. Different even than when she hissed at Suho to never touch her again. If she was had something that difficult bothering her, surely a party would take her mind off things.

The rest of the ride was silent. Jakyung played with her phone and Kai occasionally glanced at her from the corner of his eyes. By the time they pulled into the garage, Kai was ready to blurt out some nonsense words just to break up the silence. She didn’t even react when they had pulled up to the gates of the two-story mansion and its sprawling acreage.

“Nice set of cars you have,” she said as she slid out of Kai’s Hellcat. She ran a finger over the front hood of a cherry-red Maserati convertible. “Are these all yours?”

“Would you think I was cool if I said yes?” he laughed, and he saw the ghost of a smile quirk her lips upward. He led her to the entrance that would bring them on to the main floor, and paused. “You might want to brace yourself.” Jakyung wanted to ask for what, but he didn’t give her time to respond and just opened the door.

She was hit in the face by a wall of sound that rattled to her core. It was like she was standing in a giant subwoofer, the music was so loud. Her eyebrows shot up in surprise at the number of people already jammed onto the dance floor Kai led her through. She didn’t mind that he had grabbed her hand, as she was sure she would have gotten lost in the thick of the crowd if he wasn’t pulling her along. He took her up a set of stairs that led to a hallway with doors neatly lined on either side. He opened one, gagged and closed it immediately, taking a moment to shudder before trying the next.

“You can change in here,” he said after trying the third door. “Just come find me downstairs when you’re done changing.” She had no idea why she was listening to a guy whose name she had only learned on the car ride over here, but she was here now and unless she wanted to hotwire a car or walk back into the city, she had no other option but to change.

As soon as he closed the door, Jakyung took a moment to survey her surroundings. The bedroom she was in was very neat, furnished in varying shades of blues and blacks. The curtains were even black, with a shimmery blue sash temporarily tying them back from blocking the window.

She set her bag down on the floor near a large desk, flicked the desk lamp on, and began to take out her clothes. She already had her shoes and leggings off and was three-quarters of the way through unbuttoning her flannel when she heard a door open and loud “oh fuck” rang throughout the room.

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Xiumin’s shower was too relaxing. He could have stayed in there forever if it wasn’t for the fact that he was supposed to be one of the hosts of the party that was already well underway downstairs. He shut off the water with a sigh and groped blindly for his towel as his wet hair dripped into his eyes. He thought he could hear voices in his room, but given his reputation as one of the more promiscuous members of his group, he wrote it off as the party being too loud. The others knew not to enter during a party lest they happen upon him getting down with someone.

He took a moment to admire himself in the mirror before wrapping himself in the towel and opening the door to the en-suite bathroom. The sight he saw was enough to leave him with only two words in his vocabulary.

“Oh ****.”

Whoever the girl in his room was, well, all Xiumin could say was that she was fine. She was clearly as startled as he was to be staring at a half-***** individual, but he wasn’t going to complain. Her legs were smooth and white, with nary a blemish to be seen. He followed them up to delicate hands with rings on several of the fingers, holding onto the buttons on an almost unbuttoned flannel in his favorite shade of blue. A toned stomach peeked through the fabric, and as his eyes travelled further up, he got a glimpse of a black cage bra, a stark contrast to the milky swell of the woman’s bosom. Her neck was graceful a long and a few strands of her dark hair draped over her exposed shoulder. Her lips were formed in a perfect “oh” of surprise, and when he finally reached her eyes and the recognition set in, his vocabulary gained back two more words.

“Sweet Jesus.” He breathed.

His classmate, the new girl Park Jakyung, was standing half ***** in his bedroom.

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For once, Jakyung wanted to speak but she legitimately had nothing to say. The sculpted, half-***** man in front of her said the words she would have, had she not been tongue tied in surprise. She wished she knew his name because, damn, he was fit. His shoulders, chest and abdomen were so sculpted, she was sure she could trace her finger down every groove and corner of his body. As for what was covered by the towel, well, her imagination was running wild with the possibilities.

“Sweet Jesus.” She heard him say. It seemed like that was the jolt her brain needed to snap back into action as she finished undoing the buttons of her shirt and pulled out her dress from the gym bag.

“My name is Jakyung, actually,” she said, loud enough for him to hear. “But I think you already know that.” She slipped easily into the dress, zipping up the front.

It was a wine red, faux leather party dress she’d gotten a few months back when she was still in Anyang. Her friends had said she looked good in it when she tried it on, but she’d never had a chance to wear it until now.

“You get caught half-***** in some stranger’s bedroom, and all you can do is make lame jokes?” Xiumin asked, still frozen near the bathroom, but now seemingly in possession of his full vocabulary.

“Can you zip me up?” She asked, ignoring his question. She held her hair up out of the way, and after a moment, she heard his soft footsteps pad across the floor towards her. She could feel his fingers ghost across her skin as she felt for the zipper and pulled it slowly up the length of her back. He paused when he reached the top, and then took a step back. She let her hair tumble back into place, but continued to face the wall.

“I won’t look if you want to change,” she said quietly.

Xiumin could think of a lot of ways he was feeling, but cold was far from the hot, primal part of him that was desperate to grab Jakyung take her right there on his desk.

“I’ll just go back into the bathroom,” he finally said. She could hear a drawer open and shut before his footsteps and then the sound of the bathroom door closing.

Jakyung let out a shaky breath before digging her boots out of her bag and pulling them on quickly. By the time Xiumin returned, she was gone, disappeared downstairs to the throbbing mass that was the party.

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A/N: I love this chapter. It was quite fun to write. Stay tuned for a party and some introspection.

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