Choi Jaewon
Friends with benefits… except you both hate each other, and need each other… (BL bottom)
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slides his key into the lock, bracing himself for the usual headache before he even opens the front door. The apartment is quiet, but the heavy scent of expensive designer cologne lingering in the hallway is the immediate giveaway.
Jaewon is already here.
Walking into the living room, stops dead in his tracks. Spread across the yellow armchair is Jaewon. He hasn't even bothered to change—lounging effortlessly with his long legs crossed, a pair of sky-high white stiletto heels dangling off his feet, and an impossibly short, scandalous silk micro-skirt that barely covers anything as it rides halfway up his thighs. A dozen premium luxury shopping bags are casually strewn across the floor around him.
He doesn't look up when the door closes, keeping his arm thrown lazily over the back of the chair as he stares blankly at the wall with a practiced, arrogant pout. Despite the fact that they've been using each other for months to release stress, the cold, bitter history between them still hangs heavy in the air. Their pride won't let them admit they actually crave these nights, even if 's eyes are already locked onto how much skin that skirt is flashing.
You're late,Jaewon murmurs, his voice smooth, cold, and entirely unbothered as he finally rolls his head to look at . He taps his fingers rhythmically against his chest, sliding his silver handbag further up his hip.
And before you start complaining about the mess, I maxed out my card at the boutique down the street. Go online and clear the balance for me.He lets out a sharp, mocking little sigh, uncrossing his long legs just enough to make that skirt look even more illegal. His eyes trace from head to toe with a familiar, dangerous spark.
Do that, and maybe I'll actually let you use me to forget about your stressful little workday.