On the 20th floor, in a room that look more expensive that your entire apartment. With wide floor-to-ceiling windows giving perfect view over Gangnam. The sofa you sat on was stiff, like all those fancy sofas where comfort is exchanged for luxury. A heavy wooden coffee table in front of it with the usual magazines. Some standard plants scattered around the room. A TV on one of the walls, showing todays weather. Not that it wasn’t apparent when you were this close to the clouds.
And there you sat. Fiddling with your fingers, nervously shaking your leg.
Lost cause, last resort.
Your friends have tried to help you again and again. Setting you up on blind dates, forcing you to join them when they went out to clubs, to bars. To acquaintance of theirs.
Either the blind date turned into a Q&A or interview, managed to make a fool of yourself at clubs and bars. Stuttering, fumbling, making a mess of things. And each time you failed.
Like last week.
You had given up and said no but your friends were having none of it, they still believed in you. And out you went into the bustling nightlife of Seoul. You not quite sure where you ended up, it wasn’t your scene. Everything look the same, the signs, the places. The group of people walking about. In all of this your group was lucky enough to find a place that had a table. Beer and snacks on the table and you would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy this part. But it was always the next where you fumbled.
You think her name was Huh Yunjin, you not really sure thinking back. A happy soul, a talkative soul. Even if it turned into a Q&A you really tried this time but everything landed flat. As all the rest, you couldn’t keep them interested and this one also faded away, excused herself and disappeared.
And now you were sitting here, wherever here was. With how everything looked it was most likely therapy. It was a last ditched effort by your friends.
You weren’t alone in the room. Behind a massive desk sat a receptionist working on her computer. A friendly smile played on her lips as she looked at you from time to time.
The clock on the wall behind her showed 4:11. Therapy was suppose to start at 4 sharp. You glanced out over Seoul again.
After a few more minutes a bling sounded. The receptionist rose to her feet and walked around the desk to the wooden door.
“Right this way, dear”
One last look out the window, to freedom, and you dragged your feet after her.
Behind the double wooden door was a long corridor with abstract paintings on the wall. At the far end was another floor to ceiling window. And on each side, spacely distributed, was wooden doors. These look much more menacingly that the door you just walked through, with darker colors and had a heavier look to them. After passing a few of them she stopped in front of one. Engraved on the door was a single name
Jei
As you arrived next to the receptionist she open the door for you, making a small bow
“Enjoy your time, dear”
Before closing the door behind you.
Looking around the room, this was definitely therapy. A lie down sofa, a armchair. Another wooden desk with not much on it and bookshelves around the room. With an equally amazing view. You walked up to the window and looked down at the people below, wishing you were down there now. Doing something else today than spending time here.
The sound proofing of the room must be amazing as you couldn’t hear anything from outside. Just a peaceful quietness. You jumped from the door opening, the only sound breaking the silence.
As you turned around to look at who just entered, you nearly jumped out of your skin. By the door stood the most sexiest creature every seen. Auburn hair falling below her shoulders, a cute and sexy face at the same time. Skin as flawless as most of modern idols. A playful smirk on her lips. She was wearing a red top that barely contained her breast and showed off her midriff. She wore short shorts that showed off her beautiful legs and meaty tights. You couldn’t help but not stare.
The quietness of the room was gone and the only thing that could be felt was her present. But at the same time, it almost felt like she didn’t acknowledge you. She walked to the desk, reading some kind of report and only when she was in front of the desk did she looked up at you.
“Sit”
It wasn’t a question, it was a demand. You stumbled your way towards the sofa and sat as quickly as you could, her eyes following your every move.
“Another lost cause, huh”. Her voice was sharp and playful at the same time.
Normally something like that would hurt even if it was the truth but you weren’t really sure what you were feeling. She stood up and walked towards you.
“Do you know why you are here?”
“I..I need … therapy?”
SLAP
It wasn’t hard but it was unexpected. Her hand striking your cheek left a burning sensation and chock. What was happening? By instinct you lifted your hands to feel your cheek
SLAP
When another slap met your other cheek. Before you could even comprehend what was happening, Jei gracefully slided unto your lap, straddling you.
“Who gave you permission to touch another human”
Her playful eyes still holding your grace. Her hands came up to your face, turning it sideways as she lean forward, placing soft kisses on the burning skin. Your heart stopped for a minute and you weren’t really sure what was happening. You didn’t know in from out, you didn’t know what to feel.
After she done with one side, she turned your face to the other side and gave small pecks there.
She leaned back on your lap, looking at you.
“There are rules you need to follow, okay?”
You could only nod
“Break any rule and I have to punish you, okay?”
Again, you could only nod
“And you will be a good boy, right?”
A nod
“Good” She gave you a peck on the lips. She slowly started to stroke your hair.
“I don’t want to give you 10 slaps”
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