"For insisting on me when I had already given up, for believing me, for always having my back, covering my slip-ups, and for staying with even now that you know about everything. You're all the family I have left from Bulgaria, that I can blindly count on, and I'm to have you even when I'm a bitch. And I want you to know that I love you, and you are really important to me!"
He gasped, as if he was about to cry, "Missy, why are you making me so emotional? It's not like we'll never see each other again."
I took a step away, facing him, "Their loss taught me that I should speak my heart while I still have time. I don't know what tomorrow will have for us, for me, for you, so I'm choosing to not take my chances on that anymore. I don't want to… have even more regrets in my life. Just don't cry, I don't know what do you when you cry, you cry baby."
Kissing the top of my head, he giggled softly, "I love you too."
"Of course, you do," I winked with smug on, and took the cookies from his hand. "I'll make good use of this," then I bend down and fit it into one of my bags. "Now, let's go, before ahjussi throws a tantrum."
"You do remember I am fluent in Bulgarian and I can hear all that you're saying, right, ajumma?" He scoffed, annoyed, waiting.
I rolled my eyes to uncle and turned to Dai-Jin, "How could I ever forget when you insists on reminding me, ahjussi?" I scoffed, and when our eyes met, something very, very dangerous danced between us, but as uncle Daniel came inside with my bags, I turned my back to Dai-Jin, standing in front of him, as uncle stood at our left.
But his attention was swapped away to his phone that buzzed as soon as Dai-Jin somehow pressed the button for the underground garage with whatever his Soul power is, and taking advantage of uncle's lack of attention on us, the devil passed his big arm around my waist, making my back press against his, then he brought that damned hand to my hips, and his other hand joined, and with both he pressed himself against me, making me have to bite my bottom lip tight not to make any sound that would make uncle turn to us.
My toes curled up hard inside my boots as I found myself standing on my toes to feel him better, and he took advantage of that to lean me even more into him, enough that I would exactly how hard he is.
"No, Sofija, that's not the best course of action. Call for a reunion with them," uncle snapped, recording an audio for aunt.
It startled me, but Dai-Jin kept his hold on me, caressing the curve of my waist to my hips, making me focus on his instead. In the back of my mind I could tell uncle was still talking in the audio, but I could hear was me struggling to breath, or his huffed breath right up behind me. Provoking me, making me want to say fuck it, and climb him like a tree right here.
Hah, if he thinks I'm going to give in that easily, he's mistaken. If he wants to play, I'll play, but I'll be setting the rules of this game, because that's all this is, he's playing me. There's no way he's not playing me, I'm not naïve enough to believe that, so, I'll teach him how to play.
But not right fucking now.
This bastard has no fucking sense, to do this right here, when I can't make a sound without uncle turning around and catching us. Did he plan on this? Was that why he called uncle in to say goodbye in the garage? So he could show me that he has no fucking reservations?
Struggling to breath, I half-covered his hands with mine, and boldly brought them up to my waist, where I like the most to be touched, under my jacket, then, side-eyeing uncle Daniel to make sure he was still focused on talking about whatever with aunt Sofija in the phone, I raised my arse up a bit and leaned into him, so hard I felt the frightening thick outline of his hard cock through the fabric of out pants. So huge I could feel it pressing on my back, unending.
And if how he tightened his grip on my waist was anything to go by, he's feeling the same thing as me while I'm curling up my toes hard. Not that his erection wasn't enough to tell me that much.
But our moment was gone as soon as uncle locked his phone and sighed, which was long enough for us to put some good space between us, and stared at the elevator's doors, with a poker face as if we were doing nothing, praying the heat in our skins didn't gave us up. Or the hormones we must both be emanating right now, I know I am. Just as I know how this little play left my center slick and craving for something only Dai-Jin can give me.
"Ugh, you gave me quite the hard job, Missy," uncle sighed.
"Oh, you have no idea," Dai-Jin whispered behind me, low enough that I'm sure only I heard it, and the raspy tone of deep voice only made heat spread further over my skin.
"What? Can't take it?" I purred, my voice just as raspy, and though uncle probably thought I was joking with him, I'm sure Dai-Jin knew that I was talking to him and not to uncle Daniel.
"Of course, I can," uncle growled. "I just need to lessen up."
"You need to fuck," Dai-Jin said, but I feel like it was to me.
"That too," uncle growled. "Ugh, I'm about to crawl up the walls."
I make of his words mine. "You should go out and take somebody to bed then, if you're in such a hurry to get laid." And I'm not talking to uncle Daniel.
"I should, shouldn't I? I'll try finding a good gay club around here."
"Fucking will definitely help you relax and letting go of all the stress that's been emanating from all the pores of your body," Dai-Jin countered me, though uncle still thought it was with him. "It's a natural and highly effective way to function better and keep control on yourself. No need to take it too seriously, casual sex exists for a reason."
"There's a time for everything, you should do that when you feel like you're the best mind to deal with everything that comes with casual sex," I did my best not to hiss. "Nothing rushed is good."
"Oh, I'm all in for casual sex for now, especially with the load of work you threw at me. I'll try taking care of that this weekend," uncle told us, still clueless.
Neither me or him said a word as we got to the garage and uncle followed me as I followed him to where the bikes were. At each second that passed, the tension between us grew louder, and I could tell uncle noticed, but thankfully he didn't say a word about it this time. We only stopped when he stopped by a side of the garage where the black Road Glide Limited was parked with a black Fat Bob 114, near three cars, a Lamborghini Huracán in all black, a black Rolls Royce Spectre, and a black Mercedes-AMG SL Roadster, and in the back wall was a fancy dark crystal shelve with the keys of the three cars, of the two bikes, plus, nine different helmets, seven black ones, one fiery red, and one emerald green.
I couldn't help smiling when I noticed the two helmets, there were a bit smaller than all the others, "Are those Jiah and Minho's, ahjussi?" I finally broke the silence between us, hoping he wouldn't react weird.
He didn't, he acted as if nothing happened, "Yeah, ajumma."
"So was the legend of you being a territorial possessive guy with your bikes, enough that you never let anyone even touch them was a myth, ahjussi?" I provoked, and his ears turned red, though he kept an annoyed look on his painfully handsome face.
"They are an exception, they are my little kids, and I'm a cool big brother to them. Being a cool older brother includes letting them come with me in my babies," he opened the compartments of the Road Glide, grabbed my bags from uncle Daniel's hand and put them inside it, then he came to stand behind me and without another word, began to take the backpack from my back, deliberately brushing his fingers on the nape of my neck, making goosebumps dance their way down my spine.
"Does that mean you're being an older brother to me?" I asked, all but taking advantage that was not facing him.
"If I say yes, will you start calling me oppa instead?" He countered, his voice with a dangerous edge that made me loose my breath.
I swallowed and said nothing, scared of what was going to come out of my lips if I dared to even open my lips, letting him handle my stuff, as he tied my backpack on the back seat of the Road Glide. After a minute, he put his backpack on his back, grabbed the keys of the bikes, one of his black helmets, and the emerald green helmet for me.
"One last hug," uncle broke the silence, turning me to him, taking me off the ground and squeezing me. "If you don't take this brat to bed, I swear to God, I'll throw a fit," he whispered into my ear, so he would hear us, and I cringed, slapping his back until he put me down. "Do your best to awaken without killing anyone in the process, get trained, and grow strong enough so you won't get killed by those beasts, yeah?"
"You should get a boyfriend, ahjussi," I petted his shoulder. "You are 42, at this rate you will died single and forever an uncle."
His jaw dropped but he quickly picked it up and grinned, "I see, I'm a little bit older than you like. What's your limit now? 36? 38?"
My eyes widened in dismay, "Ahjussiiiiiii," I yelled mortified.
"And that's my cue," he ran before I could hit him. "This walking trouble is all yours, brat. Remember that now you're old enough to go to jail, Mischief, don't kill anyone who doesn't deserve!" Then he disappeared into the stairs leaving me alone with the actual walking trouble.
I stayed frozen for what seemed like an eternity, waiting for him to make a snarky comment, but when he stayed silent, I finally gathered the courage to turn to him, only to find his eyes burning with… anger. His entire body seemed to be boiling with anger, and when our eyes met and I saw the bitterness in there, I almost felt… guilty.
We are nothing, why should I feel guilty, right?
I think I got used to him being extra talkative, because now that he's silent, it feels wrong, if I should apologize for something. But why should I? I didn't do anything. I own him no explanations. So, why is he making me feel so… weird?
Without a word, he handed me the emerald helmet and the keys of the Road Glide, and after a second, not daring to break the silence just to make it awkward or more dangerous, I put the helmet on, mounted his bike, put the key on and gave life to the motor. Doing the same as me, he drove quickly out of the garage and I hurried to follow him, starting to get annoyed with his unreasonable annoyance.
Following him out on the streets of Chicago in the most unbearable and uncomfortable silence of my fucking life.
So visceral that the animals on the open didn't dare to break it.