05.02.21

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I thanked the driver and got out of the taxi. I went to the apartment building and swiped the entrance key. I climbed up the stairs to my apartment. I punched in the password that unlocked the door and stepped in, rubbing my shoes on the mat before hopping into the elevator.

I pressed the number 8 on the metal panel and let out a tired sigh as the doors closed in front of me, leaning my back against the wall while trying to fight the terrible headache banging at the back of my head. I checked my watch and frowned. 

2 a.m.

I was originally planning on standing at Will’s, or whatever the man’s name was, but having to spend another couple of hours next to his hairy body was a no go. I checked my phone to see if Jax had replied, disappointed by unsurprised that there were no new messages. 

DING.

The metal doors opened and I walked down the hall to my apartment door. I inserted the key into the keyhole, twisting it open. I removed my shoes and put on my pink bunny slippers (having grown up in an Asian household, wearing slippers were a must), flicking on the living room lights.

My eyes widened as I saw Jax sitting on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, reading a fashion magazine; one that he modeled for. His round reading glasses framed his indigo, blue eyes, magnifying the color of bright cornflowers. I’ve seen his eyes more than a million times, but they always took my breath away to this day. 

He had high cheekbones and nose that I was always jealous of, a well defined facial structure that looked like it belonged to a Greek god. His hair was a dark blond, a copper that looked as rich as gold. I anxiously pressed my lips together at his unexpected appearance.

What was he doing here? And what was he doing still awake? 

A thousand questions popped in my mind within seconds as I stared at him, and I felt both scared and relieved. 

I cleared my voice.

“Hi,” I croaked. “What are you doing here?”

He didn’t look up from his magazine.

"I live here.”

Gee, thanks a lot Sherlock, that sure clears everything up. 

“Where were you? You’ve been gone for a week,” I said as casually as I could, walking to the kitchen for a cup of cold water. I felt dehydrated, which was probably because of the alcohol, and I needed something to wash down the dryness in my throat.
 
“I was at my girlfriend’s place,” he replied, almost making me drop the water bottle I was trying to open. 

“Girlfriend?” I asked as enthusiastically as I could. Jax has been a lady’s man ever since high school, and the fact that he was so good looking always played to his advantage. With his face, it was easy for him to get girls, but his relationships never lasted longer than a few weeks, a few months at most. He jumped from one girl to another, and sometimes even dated multiple at once.

“So you have a new girlfriend?” I pried.

Jax looked up from the rim of his glasses with a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. 

“Does it bother you?”

“Why would it?” I muttered coldly.

One day he was with girl A, then with girl B, and the next thing you know, there’s a girl C. I don’t think there were enough alphabets to count how many women he’s been and slept with. 

He shrugged.

“You always make a face when you’re jealous.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but he cut me off.

“I think it’s pretty cute.”

I felt my face flush red and quickly spun around towards the counter, chugging the cup of water.

Cute? Who the hell is he calling cute?! And why does he always have to wear such an annoying smirk on his face? 

I was so caught up in my train of thought that I drank too quickly. I started to choke on water. Yes, that’s right, I was choking on god damn water. I pulled the cup away and started to cough, hitting my chest while gasping for air. Meanwhile, Jax got up from the couch and joined me in the kitchen. He took the cup from my hand and poured some water, sipping elegantly while I was coughing for my life. 

“You need some help?” he asked nonchalantly. 

“I’m fine,” I hissed, wiping the water from my lips. 

He smiled innocently, his crystal blue eyes glistening with amusement. I always hated that look he had, the one that screamed fatuous superiority.

“I’d have thought that you’d be used to it by now."

I glared at him, clenching my fists. But he shrugged, putting the glass back onto the counter. 

“I don’t sleep around,” I muttered. He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me towards him, wrinkling his nose. 

“You reek of alcohol.”

Jax grabbed my face, his fingers tightening around my jax as he glared at my lips, which was when I remembered that Will had left a cut on my lower lip when he kissed me.

“You shouldn't sleep around with other men."

I stiffened but then smirked. "Jealous much?"

I pushed him away and was about to leave until he said, "You're disgusting."

“If I’m so disgusting, then why don’t you go back to your girlfriend?”

“Because I missed you, Ji Hoon.”

Lies. Jax’s words were nothing but twisted lies. I never damn well half the things he said weren’t true, but I could still feel my heart race inside my chest. 

Jax took a step closer towards me and I flinched, quickly lowering my gaze as his shadow cast over me. I could feel him studying my face, and I felt embarrassed. Jax always seemed to be able to read my mind, it was something that I always hated about myself: how easily people could read my emotions. 

“Don't be upset." His voice was softer; gentler; sweet almost. 

I stared at my slippers. I felt like a kid who was being scolded by his parents. There was nothing to be embarrassed about, I hadn’t done anything wrong, but for some reason, I couldn’t find myself to look him in the eyes.

“You weren’t answering any of my calls," I mumbled.

I felt his arms wrap around my waist, his forehead gently pressing against mine. “Did that bother you?”

I felt like I was being babied, but I still felt happy he was giving him his attention. It was pathetic.

“Yes.”

“Did you miss me?” he asked again.

He already knew the answer. 

I heard Jax chuckle, pulling me closer towards him. 

“Look me in the eyes, J,” he whispered with a gentle squeeze. I bit my lower lip before doing as I was told, feeling myself shrink below him. His menacing blue eyes were beautiful, both terrifying and vicious, but ironically beautiful. “Did you miss me?”

I felt my chest tighten. 

“Yes,” I finally whispered, telling the truth, which made Jax smile. “I hate it when you’re not here. I hate eating dinner alone, the apartment gets lonely without you, and I always worry about when you-”

Jax pushed his lips against mine, cutting me mid-sentence. My eyes widened and I tried to pull away, but he knew me too well and he knew that my reaction wasn’t honest. It didn’t him much time for me to give in, my arms wrapping around his neck as I stepped on my tiptoes, already desperate for more. The contrast with Will’s kiss and Jax’s was obvious. Jax knew how to make me feel good, and he definitely knew how to use his tongue. 

Now this was a real kiss.

It became more and more demanding as our tongues mingled and swirled, his minty breath tasted refreshing. He pulled me onto the counter and I wrapped my legs around his strong torso, getting lost in the warmth of his touch. He started unbuttoning my shirt and I pulled away.

“Promise you won’t leave again,” I blurted, anxious that he might disappear in thin air. He gave me a reassuring smile.

"I won't," he said.

“Promise me,” I pressed.

“You know I don't make promises, baby."

He kissed me again, but I didn't stop him this time.

Jax and I weren't in a relationship. We shared an unappealing, shallow bond.

We were roommates.

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I woke up the next day in Jax’s bed. I slowly sat up, rubbing my tired eyes. But when I looked to the side, Jax was already gone. 

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A/N: Ah yes, a toxic roommate... If you guys would like to read the entire book + book 2, you can join my patreon. They're both completed and uncensored and more triggering.

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