All I Need

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The sunlight, slashing through the curtains like knives, made you frown, waking you up. You forced your eyes open. The first thing you saw was the ceiling, but it wasn’t your apartment; the lights were different.

A sudden headache made you hiss and look to your right, your hand pressed against your forehead, where most of the pain was concentrated. The floor was a mess: shoes, underwear, your own clothes, crumpled balls of toilet paper, and empty vodka and whiskey bottles. It was clear you had a killer hangover, but… what had happened?

Then you noticed the warm weight on the left side of your chest. Kazuha. She was sleeping completely naked, curled up against you like you were her teddy bear, one thigh over yours and her long hair cascading down your collarbone. The girl looked beautiful, like an angel. A strange contrast to the demon she had been last night.

All the memories flooded your mind at once. You were at the Shilla Hotel, in the far from modest suite you’d returned to in the wee hours of the morning for an after-party that ended with the two of you drunk and fucking like rabbits in heat.

Your head throbbed with pain. You groaned softly and frantically searched for your phone under the covers, struggling with your limited mobility since your left arm was occupied hugging Kazuha. You finally found it near your knee. The battery was about to die, and you had several unread messages.

Among them, Heejin’s.

You sighed, set your phone aside, and put your hand to your face, feeling like an idiot for forgetting you were supposed to go to the adoption center together. Heejin wasn’t angry, that was for sure. In fact, she was probably more worried than anything else. But you still felt terrible; Breaking promises to the people you loved was one of the things that weighed most heavily on your conscience.

“Fuck…” you muttered.

Kazuha stirred slightly, and a minute later stretched against you. She opened one eye to look at you, then closed it again.

“What’s with that distraught look?” she asked in a husky, low voice, pressing herself closer to you. “Don’t tell me you regret this.”

“What are you talking about?” you retorted, frowning as you stroked her back. You felt small, well-defined muscles beneath your fingers. “It’s not that. It’s just that I should go.”

Kazuha opened her eyes a little and looked at you again, her head tilted to one side. Her expression was, of course, carefree. All she had to do was sleep, spend, eat, drink, fuck, and repeat the process.

“It’s too early, daddy…” she grumbled, burying her face in your chest.

“It’s almost one o'clock.”

Kazuha groaned.

“Five more minutes!” she pleaded, wrapping an arm around your waist. “You’re nice and warm.”

It was tempting, because you could say the same about her and that spectacularly hot body pressed against yours. But you couldn’t: there were more important things at that moment.

You stroked her back for a while with your fingertips, slowly and gently, making her sigh and give you little kisses on your chest.

“I’m sorry, but I really have to go, Zuha.”

“Tsk, you’re so boring,” she muttered in response, not moving an inch. Only a little while later did she barely lift her head and look at you with a small, sleepy smile. “Text me later, okay? I’ll keep thinking about you.”

With that, Kazuha gave you a slow, soft kiss on your jaw. You returned it, kissing her lips, and without meaning to, you lingered a little too long. You kissed for a couple more minutes until you finally pulled away.

That damn girl was a danger you had to be careful of.

Kazuha settled under the covers, grabbed the pillow you’d been using, turned her back to you, and wrapped her arms and legs around it. You stood up to gather your things.

“Maybe when I wake up I’ll rub my pussy against this pillow until I cum…” you heard her say softly, without looking at you. “It smells like you.”

“I’d love to see it,” you replied sincerely, getting dressed. “But I won’t be here anymore, I’m afraid.”

“I’ll send you a video, then.”

You chuckled. Damn. A danger, definitely. Cocaine incarnate.

After getting dressed, washing your face in the bathroom, and making sure you hadn’t forgotten anything, you went over to her and kissed her shoulder one last time.

“See you later, little devil,” you whispered in her ear.

Kazuha only offered a faint smile and continued sleeping soundly. You left the suite, then the hotel, and hailed a taxi to take you to Hannam.

The headache hadn’t subsided by the time you arrived at your apartment complex in Hannam.

You leaned against the elevator wall, ran a hand through your hair, and closed your eyes, resting your head back. Exhaustion weighed heavily on your shoulders. You seriously doubted you’d ever repeat a night like that in your life. Of course, part of that was because Kazuha wasn’t going to last forever. But you were going to make sure you set some boundaries next time; you couldn’t afford to have that kind of hangover.

When you reached your floor, you sighed out of the elevator and walked with a strange mix of guilt and discomfort toward your apartment. Opening the door, you were greeted by a tense silence. Different. Heejin was in the living room, sitting on the floor with her graphics tablet on the coffee table, her short, blonde hair still a little damp, wearing a loose t-shirt, drawing with her headphones on. She didn’t seem angry, but she didn’t turn around right away when she noticed you either.

“Oh, hi,” she said, taking out one earbud but still holding the stylus.

“Hi, Heekie,” you greeted, walking over to her, leaning in, and placing a kiss on the top of her head. You put your keys on the small table. “Sorry… you know, for showing up so late.”

Heejin nodded calmly.

“It’s okay,” she said, focused on her drawing. “You must have had your reasons. Did you get any sleep, at least?”

“Damn, I was more like knocked out,” you sighed, sitting down on the sofa behind her. “Sorry if I worried you.”

Heejin placed the stylus on the tablet with a sigh and adjusted herself to look at you.

“I wasn’t worried, silly,” she corrected you. “I just… I wish you’d arrived earlier,” she turned back to her tablet. “But it is what it is.”

You nodded, swallowing hard and feeling guilty.

“I know, I’m sorry,” you said, looking down. “I’ll try to make sure something like this doesn’t happen again.”

Heejin simply shrugged, calmer than you expected.

“I’m not your jailer, Hans,” she said. “It’s your job. I know what this is all about; I’m the one who got you into it, after all. Just let me know when we can go.”

You took a deep breath and let out a sigh of relief. Still looking at her, you got off the sofa and sat on the floor beside her, wrapping an arm around her small waist and placing a kiss on her shoulder.

“Thanks for understanding, baby,” you said softly.

Heejin let out a small smile and turned her head to look you straight in the eyes.

“Aren’t you going to shower?” she asked. “You look like death. And you smell like…”

You laughed and stood up.