"You're rubbing off on me."
Carey's brows raise, and he bites his bottom lip. "You did it again."
"I know what I'm doing."
"You're playing with fire… Oppa." With the final word hanging heavy, he turns away from me, and after one step, he stops. Taking his left hand from inside his jacket pocket, he holds it out, and I take it without hesitation because I'm done hiding too. Today is the day everything comes out.
Carey leads me to the other side of the open van door and tugs me close.
With his back to the driver's seat I cage him with my arms.
"You know," he says, reaching for the zip of my jacket. "Your best friend is a real selfish son of a bitch."
"Yeah." I nod. "And your brother's a stubborn ass hole."
Carey slowly drags the zip upwards, purposely grazing his index finger over my stomach. "Isn't that why you make such good friends?"
"That's what you keep telling me."
Reaching for the back of my head, Carey guides me forward until I'm nuzzled into his neck. "Don't ever change. I like my strong, asshole boyfriend. And I fucking love that I'm the only person you'll ever get on your knees for."
I groan into his skin and wrap my arm around his waist. "We've still got thirty minutes. You wanna take a quick drive?"
"Nope," he says with way too much glee. "If you're so desperate to be on your knees you can do it right here."
I force his body against mine. "Fuck you're perfect."
"Your parents could come back to their car at any time."
I shut him up with my lips, and the warmth of his mouth evaporates any lingering apprehensions.
Lost in his taste, I push him back against the seat. "I hope they catch us. I'm ready for the whole world to see you're mine—"
“You motherfucker!”
The shout cracks across the parking lot like lightning.
Frozen, our bodies still pressed together, Carey and I turn our heads in unison.
Storming towards us like a crazed lumberjack, is Eden, his face twisted into a rage I know all too well.
"Eden," Carey starts, but I push him back and step away.
With my hands up, I move towards his brother. "I can explain."
Lunging at me, Eden grabs the front of my shirt and gets in the words, "You hypocritical son of a bitch," before his fist collides with my jaw.
I stumble backwards, instantly tasting blood.
My ass hits the asphalt, and the sky spins above me.
I don't raise my hand to defend myself. I don't even try to get up, because I know this is what I deserve.
Fist raised again, Eden looms over me. "The things you said. The way you made Jintae feel. And you were doing the same fucking thing behindmyback!"
I spit blood onto the ground beside me. “You’re right.”
The admission seems to throw Eden off balance, like he's expecting me to fight back, but I have nothing. No defense. No excuses. I’ve accused him of every sin I’m guilty of myself—bar one.
