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| 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫?|

"Having sex with you."

Hoseok jumped up to his feet, and moved away from the female on his bed, trying to make as much distance between them as possible.

"E-excuse me? What the fu— heck do you mean by that?"

Eunjae, who was clearly annoyed at the excessive amount of questions he was asking, sat up straight on the bed, not bothering to fix her clothes.

"Okay, look, I don't know what your is problem, but I'm freezing in these wet clothes, so let's just get on with the fūckīng; we can talk after," she said, promptly removing her tee-shirt.

Hoseok yelped loudly, and quickly averted his gaze, hands covering his eyes.

"Oh, come on, don't pull this shît on me. I'm already pissed because of the rain outside, don't make it worse. Just come here and fūck me, for heaven's sake!" Eunjae got up, and walked towards Hoseok, grabbing his hand, and pulling him back to the bed.

"Hold on!" Hoseok made a time-out gesture, still refusing to look anywhere near Eunjae, much to her exasperation.

He was going to have to look at her anyways, so why was he behaving like this?

"First of all, please put on your shirt. I don't like seeing naked ladies."

"No," she immediately refused, "it's too cold, I'm not wearing that until it's dried again."

Hoseok silently groaned at the lady's stubbornness, but nevertheless, picked up the shirt he had kept aside to wear the next day, and tossed in the direction of her voice. "Okay, fine, wear that."

"Usually, we go to the wearing-male's-clothes part after the sex, but alright," Eunjae muttered, loud enough for Hoseok to hear, causing him to blush.

'Was this lady a sex addict, or something? Why was everything she spoke and thought about sex?'

"Is it safe to look now?" Hoseok asked, hesitantly removing his hands from his eyes.

"Are you insinuating that earlier it wasn't safe to look? Ouch, man. My body ain't that ugly," Eunjae said, dramatically heaving a sigh.

"That's not what I meant! It's just—" Hoseok stopped speaking, and groaned, finally turning to face Eunjae. He took a deep breath, before speaking, "Okay, Miss, please, have a seat."

Eunjae couldn't understand why he was being so formal but obliged, seating herself on the bed she had previously pushed Hoseok onto.

Hoseok cautiously sat down on the other side of the bed, as far as possible from her, in case she tried to do anything inappropriate again.

"So, Miss—"

"Eunjae."

"P-pardon?"

"My name's Eunjae, so stop calling me miss. It's weird, and it makes me feel old."

Hoseok blinked. "Oh, um, okay, Eunjae."

"Much better," she said.

"Right," Hoseok said, stretching the word, to diffuse the awkwardness. He didn't know what to make of Eunjae. She was very outspoken and seemed very informal, as if she'd known Hoseok for a very long time.

"What's your name?" Eunjae asked, folding her arms over her chest.

"Jung Hoseok."

"Hoseok," she said, as if testing how the name sounded from her mouth, "cute name, but not very moanable, don't you think?"

Hoseok choked on his saliva, eyes bugged out of their sockets at the statement. "Excuse me? Moanable? Is that even a word?"

"Sure is," Eunjae said, shrugging nonchalantly.

"And what do you mean, my name isn't moanable?" Hoseok asked in a defensive tone.

"It simply means that your name isn't fun to moan. Like, see, take my name for example. Eunjae. It easily rolls off the tongue, and sounds good when you moan it," she explained casually, as if she were describing what she had done the whole day.

And, to prove her point, she proceeded to moan her own name, causing Hoseok's eyes to widen, stomach to flutter in a weird way, and inappropriate thoughts to enter his mind.

'Stop it!' He scolded his mind.

Eunjae, noticing his reaction, smirked lightly. "Get used to it, you're gonna be hearing it for the rest of the night."

Hoseok took three seconds to process her statement. "Are you. . . saying that. . . we're gonna have sex for the rest of the night?"

"Um, yes?" Eunjae said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, which, to Hoseok, was the last thing he had expected to do.

"Why do you look so confused, dude? You're the one who called me here, in this horrible weather, to have sex with me, and now you keep stalling, and look so uncomfortable," Eunjae said, huffing.

Hoseok blinked once. "Wait, what? I called you? When did that happen?"

"Do you have short-term memory loss, or something? Did you hit your head somewhere today? I wouldn't blame you, I almost fell down the stairs myself when I was coming here." Eunjae didn't know why she was ranting, but she was.

And poor Hoseok was confused than ever.

"Uh, I don't recall hitting my head anywhere."

"How would you remember it after hitting your head, silly?"

Hoseok frowned. She did have a point. He touched his head, searching for any injuries he might not be able to recall.

He shook his head. Even if he wasn't able to recall calling her, the question that remained was why would he call her?

"I'm sorry there must've been a mistake. I never called anyone to have sex," he finally said.

Eunjae sighed and brought out her phone. A couple clicks and swipes later, she showed Hoseok the message that she had earlier received with the address that was given.

Hoseok squinted his eyes at the screen. The address was definitely given by someone from inside the academy.

218. Aha.

"Ah, see, it says there room 218. This is room 219. You had to go the room beside." Hoseok was relieved that the confusion was sorted out, and that he didn't have memory loss or any similar injury to his head.

"No, this is room 218. It says so outside," Eunjae said, firmly. She never made any mistake in the address of her clients, because it risked exposing her job to people who had no business interfering.

Hoseok was confused for two seconds before he remembered that Lisa had changed his room number earlier, with his neighbour.

He face-palmed.

"No, this is 219. A friend of mine habitually keeps changing my room number with my neighbour's room number, which is 218."

Eunjae was incredulous. "How was I supposed to know that?!"

Hoseok cringed slightly at her raised voice. "Yeah, sorry about that, I didn't have time to switch it back. You know, because of the rain."

Eunjae let out a groan of frustration, before realising that Hoseok was still watching her. She composed herself, and bowed stiffly. "I apologise for the confusion and inconvenience I may have caused you. Sorry for disturbing you this late at night, as well."

Hoseok scrunched his eyebrows at her sudden formalities, when not five minutes ago she was insisting that they're gonna have sex.

"Sorry once again for bothering you. Have a good night," Eunjae said, making her way towards the door.

Hoseok was frozen for a few seconds, before realising that she was going to her neighbour's room to have sex with him.

He jolted suddenly, and the next thing he knew, he was standing in front of his door, blocking Eunjae's way out. She moved to one side, and he moved that way too, still blocking her from exiting.

"Um, can I please leave?"

Hoseok didn't know why he was not letting Eunjae go. He had first thought of her as some crazy sex-addict, and he couldn't have been further from the truth.

But why does that bother him? How does her having sex with someone else concern him? It's not like she's anyone important to him; she's just a stranger.

Sure, a cute stranger, but a stranger nevertheless.

Yet. . . something about her words at the beginning of their interaction still lingered in his mind. How she was so casual about undressing in front of a stranger, how she so easily moaned her own name.

As if it was something she did often.

That thought troubled Hoseok.

He remembered the message he had seen on her phone, and how it had some details and address, but no name, or anything. He didn't realise before just how shady it was.

But he didn't want to jump to conclusions and baselessly assume anything without any confirmed facts.

Hoseok would have to talk to Eunjae to get to know about it. And he couldn't talk to her, if she was getting laid in the room beside.

Eunjae was still staring at him expectantly, waiting for him to get out of her way.

He knew what he had to do.

"No, you're not going anywhere from here."

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A / N

omg hey!
long time no seee how have you guys been doing?
(unedited chapter, i clicked publish as soon as i wrote this note lol)

i know i havent updated in ages, and im sorry for that! i was on a hiatus that was realllyy needed, and im kinda back now! my school starts again soon, so updates will still be slow, for all my stories

how many times did i write 'sex' in this chapter? XD

i like this chapter, because it's lighthearted and has humour, so it made me laugh a bit while writing, which i really needed

also eunjae may seem a bit... uncharacteristic in this chapter, as in she may have seemed really different, it's intentional, to show the difference in her character when she's at work (ie she's rlly bold and mostly shameless about some things) + the PMS shes going thru

hope yall are enjoying! vote and comment if you are <3

Ciao~

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