♡ 3

It's 9:10 when I get into Sunghoon's apartment, gasping for breath from running. He opens the door before I knock, letting me in. I place my hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath.

"Where's my coffee?" He asks.

"What?"

"The coffee you said you were getting me. Where is it?"

"I got out of line to run here!" I yell, changing into a pair of slippers. He could not be serious right now.

"You are late and you don't have my coffee? You are an awful employee."

"I'm not your..."

"You are doing a service for me in exchange for me not telling your friends about your dirty little webcomic. That means you are my employee."

I am not getting through this without killing him, am I?

I shake my head and Sunghoon leads me to his kitchen table. He sits me in front of a laptop he has opened and he sits across the table from me.

"What is this supposed to be about?" I ask, annoyed. I want to get this done as soon as possible so I can go on about my weekend.

"You're the writer. That's your job."

"You don't even know what you want it to be about? Are you fucking kidding me?" I slam my hand down on the table beside the laptop.

"I am sure you can come up with something."

"You want it to be smut? Because you saw what I write."

"Stop being difficult and help me." Sunghoon sighs, standing up and coming to sit beside me. "We will work together on the story. How about that?"

"Is that supposed to be better? You sitting here like this?"

"Why? Does it make you nervous?" He smirks and I roll my eyes ignoring him. "If this makes you nervous, you really aren't going to like your punishment."

The punishment. I was kind of hoping he had forgotten about that.

I try to be as cooperative as possible. We get a general plot figured out and the characters he wants in this.

"I will start on the script and try to get a rough draft to you by Monday." I say, looking at my phone to see it's almost one.

"Or we stay right here and you do it now." Sunghoon says, leaning back against his chair beside me.

"I have been here for four hours, dealing with you." I say. "I have plans tonight, I am starving, and I have had all of you I can take for one weekend."

"You have been here for three hours and fifty minutes, you were late, remember?" He rolls his eyes and I have to put my hands under me to keep from choking him. "And we can order lunch. I am hungry, too. What do you want?"

"I am not staying here for lunch." I say, standing up. "I've got these on my Google Docs. I can access it from home. We can talk Monday."

"No." Sunghoon is on his feet, hand wrapping around my arm.

"Sunghoon, I am not your slave. I am doing what you asked. We got a lot done today."

"That's fine. But you still haven't been punished for being late."

"You mean putting up with you for four hours wasn't punishment enough?"

"Of course not. I am a delight." He smiles. "I have something else in mind."

"I have plans tonight and I need to get ready!" I say, but my stomach growls during the sentence so loud I would be surprised if he heard it at all.

"I will order from the sushi place down the street. Maki and sweet egg omelet, right?" He asks and I narrow my eyes.

"How do you know that?"

"You have been Sohyun's friend for a while. You make a big deal about how that's the only thing you'll eat from the sushi place."

"I don't make a big deal about it!" I protest and my stomach growls again. Dude, shut up! "But yeah, that's fine."

Sunghoon smirks as he pulls out his phone and places the order.

"While we wait, come with me." He pulls on my arm that is still in his grasp, dragging me through the apartment. My eyes nearly fly out of my head when we enter his bedroom.

The room is dark, walls painted a deep charcoal. A sleek black bed with plush silk sheets sits in the middle of the far wall, it's velvet headboard adding to the moody aesthetic. Soft LED lights trace the ceiling's edges casting a green glow through the room. I have seen this in his Tiktoks, but it's different being here in person.

"What are you... why... what the fuck?" I stumble, trying to figure out why he brought me here for the punishment. "I am not sleeping with you, Sunghoon."

"Ew, gross." He shakes his head. "You'd be lucky to sleep with me, by the way. It's me that wouldn't sleep with you."

"You are such a jerk."

"Why am I a jerk for saying the same thing you said?"

"Stop arguing with me and tell me what we are doing here!"

"I want to show you how one of the positions you drew isn't possible." He says, taking out his phone again.

"What? You just said you didn't want to have sex with me." Is he crazy? There is no way I am trying any of the moves I draw out with him.

"We will stay fully clothed. And the more you argue the longer it takes."

"Fine." I sigh. Why am I here?

"This one." He pulls up the one he had been talking about yesterday. The one he said if it was possible, it wouldn't be pleasurable. Had he spent time thinking about this? "Okay, get on my bed."

I shake my head, but walk over to the bed, placing myself on it. It is soft, but firm. Like it was made of dreams and wishes. He must get amazing sleep. Y/n, focus here!

"Now, try to get into this position. I will help."

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying my best to push the thoughts of murder aside. I try to get into the position and succeed, somewhat. I look at him through my legs to see him chuckling. This asshole.

"How is that? Probably uncomfortable, right?" He asks and I go to move. "No, don't. I have to do my part."

He comes over to me and positions himself over me.

"You see? The guy would have to be seven foot tall or have a super long penis. Seunghee is neither." He explains. "And there is a good chance your neck would break if the thrusts were hard enough."

This is humiliating. Not only am I in Sunghoon Park's bed in a weird ass position, but I could feel his penis pressed against my ass. I kind of want to point out it feels like it might get the job done in this position, but I push it from my mind. I can't believe I even thought about it to begin with.

"How do you know his wouldn't?" I ask instead, wondering when he saw Heeseung's penis.

"We were on the basketball team together in school." He says, his hands still on my hips, helping me out of the pretzel position. "You are pretty flexible. I thought you would get stuck."

As I sit up I get a headrush from being practically upside down and waiver.

"Woah." Sunghoon's grip tights on me as I turn around, resting my head on his shoulder, trying to get the dizziness to go away. "Are you okay?" Sunghoon's voice is softer now, losing the menacing tone.

"Just a bit light headed." I shake my head, moving my head off his shoulder, closing my eyes tightly, ignoring the sweet cologne he wears. He keeps his hold on me, looking down.

There is an expression I can't exactly read on his face. It is soft, a bit of concern mixed with intrigue, as if he is looking at a new creature.

His eyes fall to my mouth and I swear his head begins to lower.

Now I have seen enough dramas to know this means he is about to kiss me. I should move, scream, bleach every part of my body that he has touched. But I don't move. Instead my heart rate picks up and my breath hitches in my throat

The knock at the door signaling our food was here snaps us both out of the temporary insanity trance we had been in. Sunghoon lets go of me as I were on fire and hurries off the bed. He doesn't say a word as he goes to open the door.

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A/N: Hello! This is just in case you didn't read the story announcement section. This story is supposed to feel like The Heeseung Complex. I asked a month or so ago if you wanted a similar story, but with Sunghoon as the main lead and you guys said yes. That is why this story might have the same vibes as that one.