Entering Myeol Mang's house, Dong Kyung nervously glances around, despite the fact that she has been here before and slept in a room with this being. Sitting on the leather couch, patiently waits while he brews some coffee as it seems she is now a guest in his home. He sets down a steaming cup on the coffee table, long fingers turn the handle towards her, so she easily picks up the coffee cup.
Standing, gestures towards the table, he says
"I didn't think you'd contact me like this…have some, you are a guest."
Picking up the cup, takes a sip, glances up at him, she says,
"Ah right, I am a guest. I was debating if I should call or not."
Frowning, annoyed tone, he says,
"You should have."
She looks forward, embarrassed, softly says,
"I thought it might be better if I just came."
Intensely gazing at Dong Kyung, frowning, an irritated tone, snaps,
"You could call me and come."
Surprised at his irritable tone, she looks up, softly speaks,
"You must be a very straightforward person when it comes to dating."
Smirking, he asks,
"Dating?"
Hurriedly setting her cup down, voice rising , says,
"Huh, what did I just say? Hey! But your almost a human! Knowing how to wait on others."
Myeol Mang gazes down at her, says,
"That's my specialty. Waiting and watching people."
Pausing in his thoughts, shakes his head, glances her way again, says,
"But, I decided I don't want to do that anymore."
Puzzled by his comment, looks up into his face for an answer, asks,
"Why not?"
Gazing into her soft brown eyes, says,
"Because time is precious."
Overwhelming joy flooded Dong Kyung's heart, suddenly feeling shy around this magnificent being, she avoids his tender eyes gazing at her lovingly.
Sitting down next to her on the couch, Dong Kyung scoots away. Surprised, he glances over seeing her staring ahead, fingers griping the edge of the couch. Pointedly he asks,
"Why are you moving away?"
Leaning forward, nervously she says,
"Because you might need more space."
Smirking, teases,
"We even slept together on a small bed, because you said we should."
Dong Kyung shakes her head, denies her previous comments,
"No, it wasn't small. That was rather big."
Myeol Mang slides closer on the couch, Dong Kyung nervously leaps up, glancing around the room, pretends amazement at her surroundings. Seeing an enormous round white pottery vase sitting on a low table, walks towards the object, placing small hands on either side, hefts it into her arms.
Precariously balancing the pottery pot, exclaims,
"Wow! How much is this?"
Still comfortably on the couch, Myeol Mang gazes at her awkward behavior, simply says,
"Put it down. Let's talk after you put it down."
Playfully grinning, taunting, she says,
"Hey. You think I might break this, don't you."
Rising from his comfortable spot, strides over to her, smirking, dark eyes full of mischief, says,
"Put it down and talk."
Swaying back and forth, taunting, she says,
"Why? I don't want to.."
He continues staring, not responding, she thinks that she has won the stand off, flippantly says,
"It must be really expensive."
Stepping forward, his eyes darkening, huskily replied,
"It's not that, you don't have hands right now."
Feeling intimated by his height and presence, heart beating faster, instinctively steps backward. Muddled in her thought process, lamely says, "Huh?"
Standing closely, warm breath on her face, says,
"And the wall is right behind you."
Slightest of smirk crosses over his thick sexiest of lips, as he slowly panther like steps forward backing her against the rock brick wall behind."
Frightened as a small prey, stuttering voice, she says,
"Hey you! If you come any closer, then I am going to break this…"
Standing arrogantly tall, calmly replies,
"That's really expensive. In the millions."
Stepping closer, towering over her petite frame, Dong Kyung squirms, her eyes dart to the left in an attempt to avoid his intense gaze. Suddenly, a chime interrupts the intense atmosphere.
Relief flooding her face, yet slightly disappointed, softly says,
"I'm getting a phone call."
He intently gazes into her brown eyes, challenges,
"And so?"
Softly speaking says,
"I need to take it."
Pushing her head further into the stone as his dark eyes pierced her own, glances away, nibbles on her lips, as he leans ever closer, intentions unknown, all the while the annoying phone continues its maddening, unrelenting ringing.
Swiftly, one strong hand, nimble fingers grab the edge of the vase, effortlessly lifting out of her arms, cradles it and places gently back on the table.
Dong Kyung sighs heavily, walks a few steps away from the wall, answers the phone,
"Oh, Seon Kyung."
Standing, hands in pant pockets, listens as Dong Kyung greets her younger brother. Myeol Mang heaves an annoyed sigh, loudly mumbles,
"I needed to get rid of Tak Seon Kyung first."
He turns, irritation written across all those handsome features.
Hearing his annoyed mumbling regarding her beloved brother, she turns, glares, yells,
"Hey!"