Park and Violet (21 page)

“And that’s supposed to make it fine? Just because you’re sorry?” Park didn’t like how fucking childish that excuse sounded – how fucking selfish.

Her head snapped up. “Why shouldn’t it? It’s not like you’re blameless! I saw you!” she cried out as tears stung her eyes. “You were being confessed to and you said you were
honored
! You’re rude to me almost every minute of the day and with her you were polite and told her you---”

Park’s lips covered hers, taking the rest of what she had to say into his mouth.

He couldn’t stop himself from shaking in relief even as he kissed her harder, addicted to the taste of Violet’s sweet lips. Violet hadn’t been playing with him. All this was because she had been jealous – like he had been. His chest eased even as passion heated his blood to a feverish level, his mind and body now free to indulge in the beautiful feel of her body.

“Idiot,” he muttered against her lips when he finally eased up on her. Park could feel her tense at the word, but when she opened her mouth to retort, most likely screech at him like a banshee, he took her lips for another kiss. But this time, he also took another part of her. Pushing her back against the wall, he balanced her weight on one arm while another hand tore her panties away.

“Park, what---” She gasped when she felt Park’s fingers pushing inside her. Since she was already wet and hot for him, his fingers thrust in easily, slipping into her warmth and driving her wild as Park set up a rhythm that alternated between slow and easy to quick and hard.

“Oh my God.” She couldn’t stop her hips from pumping up and down to meet his thrusting fingers.

“I want you to come.”

She whimpered as his fingers moved another notch up in speed. “Take me.”

“No. I want you to come with just my fingers fucking you. Show me how much you want me.”

“
Park.
” It came out as a long moan, a protest because what she wanted most was to have his dick inside her.

The sound made him shudder, but Park was determined not to relinquish control. “Just my fingers. I want to see it.” He pressed hard on her clit.

She tensed, another whimper breaking out from her as her hips started to move even more quickly, jerkily.

Keeping the pressure on her clit, Park sucked on Violet’s tongue as he thrust his fingers into her warmth as deeply as he could.

She shattered around him, her legs twisting around his waist as if in an effort to keep his fingers locked inside him.

Park only let go of Violet’s lips when he could feel her breath easing, and she immediately sagged against him.

“Baby,” he whispered against her hair.

“Mmm…”

He carried her with one arm, walking to the couch so he could deposit her on it gently, Violet whimpering when releasing her required him to pull out his fingers.

Park walked to the table and grabbed several sheets of tissue.

Violet rested, feeling languorously weak. She heard his footsteps coming back, but didn’t bother to open her eyes. She heard him crouch, felt his eyes on her most private part. She stirred – and then she shrieked when she felt Park’s tongue between the moist folds.

“Park!” Her eyes flew open.

But he was too busy licking her to answer. All she could do was lean back and try not to scream.

“There,” Park said when he finally moved his head away. “I’ve licked you clean.” And he began to pat her dry with a clean tissue sheet.

She squirmed under his touch, still finding this part of having sex a little embarrassing.

“Relax.”

“It’s not that easy,” she growled.

He shook his head at her, amusement in his eyes. “Idiot.”

Violet scowled. “Why do you keep calling me that?”

“Because you were – are – one today. What you saw earlier was because of you.”

“Fuck you.”

Park only laughed. “I’m serious.” He lost the smile just so she could see he meant it. “Violet – I swore off women completely after what happened between Vanessa and me. You know that first hand. But something about you – the time I’ve spent with you…” He sighed, still not pleased at the truth. “It changed me…it made me…
nicer
.”

 Violet frowned, unable to decide whether changing him was good or bad.

“That girl would have been crushed if I had coldly rejected her confession. I wouldn’t have cared in the past if she would be but I care now. Because of you. And I know deep down inside, you wouldn’t want me to coldly reject her as well. Right?”

“Well---”

“Violet.”

“Oh, all right,” Violet grumbled. “It’s true. I wouldn’t have wanted you to crush her.” But then she complained, “But you didn’t have to be too nice!”

Park laughed. “You can’t have your cake and eat it, too.” He dropped a kiss on her forehead before getting back to his feet.

Violet blushed when she saw Park picking up the torn pieces of her underwear and tucking them into his pocket.

When he came back to the couch to hand Violet her kimono, she pulled him down without warning.

“Violet, what the---” He landed awkwardly on the couch.

She immediately climbed up his lap and wrapped herself around him. “I’m sorry for what I did.”

Something inside him thawed at those words.

Most girls would have loved to see him jealous – and would never have apologized for it. His hand shook a little as he pulled her closer. She snuggled, her face hidden in the crook of his neck. Park kissed her hair. “I know…”

Violet started to breathe a little more easily.

“But…”

She froze.

“You don’t really think I’m going to let you off that easily, do you?”

* * * *

So this was what hell felt like
, Violet thought almost an hour later, her teeth aching at all the grinding and gnashing it did to keep herself from screaming.

Park was at the kissing booth – similar to what she had used for the flower stand earlier – smiling and oozing with charm as he took in a thousand yen for every kiss on the cheek he received from his “fans”. And there were a lot of them, so much so that his club president had been forced to forbid girls for paying for more than one kiss.

Violet nearly bit her tongue when another girl’s kiss landed dangerously close to the corner of Park’s lips. In his defense, Park had pulled back right away but that didn’t make Violet any less jealous. If only she wasn’t so broke! If she wasn’t, she would have bought a kiss herself but when it was her turn, she’d definitely take Park’s lips – long enough for all the girls to get the picture.

“Jealous?” Midori teased, laughing at Violet’s dour expression.

Glenda stuck a couple of bills to Violet’s hand. “Here you go.”

Violet looked at it blankly. “Huh?”

Glenda grinned. “My treat. Surely you’d like a kiss from Park as well?” She leaned close and whispered, “I’m sure he doesn’t initiate kisses that often in public.”

That was absolutely true. Violet gave her friend a quick hug. “Thanks!” She managed to make it to the line just before Park’s club president, now drowning in thousand-yen bills, officially declared an end to Park’s shift at the kissing booth. The resulting chorus of protests was a cacophony that hurt the ears.

While in line, Violet had to endure hearing other girls gush about Park.

“I’m going to pretend he likes me when I kiss him,” a local first year giggled to her friends. This one, with the younger girl’s voice ringing with infatuation, Violet could tolerate.

“They only said I can peck him on the cheek. They didn’t say I couldn’t do it with my tongue,” another one declared. This one, said so loudly it was clearly meant to be overheard, had Violet imagining murder.

Tongue-pecker
, Violet thought nastily. She didn’t have to look behind her to know that the girl so obviously trying to needle her into reacting would look like a…a nymphomaniac hen.

With every minute that passed, the other girl’s remarks became even more graphic. Violet nearly expired in relief when it was finally her turn and she could prove---

“What?” Violet shrieked out in shock after Park firmly refused her money the third time.

Park winced at the banshee-like sound of Violet’s voice. He was also beginning to understand that screeches coming from Violet were generally
not
a good sign.

“Violet…”

“Are you freaking serious?”

Yes. He was. Park had glimpsed Violet’s face now and then while she had waited in line, it was enough to give Park an idea of what Violet was hearing from other girls.

He knew how nasty her sex could be and was certain that some of them would delight in trying to make her jealous.

Allowing her to kiss him would make Violet feel good but he had a plan to make her feel better.

Unfortunately, the plan required him to get on her bad side first. “Sorry. I reserve the right to refuse anyone’s kiss.”

Park’s voice came out loud and crystal-clear through the microphone. It was his first time to use it throughout his shift and that he had to do so to say
that
made Violet turn red.

She pushed the money towards him through the tiny slot, but he shook his head once more.

“B-but you didn’t refuse anyone else’s!” From behind, Violet could hear the crowd slowly falling silent as their interest in her conversation with Park grew.

Park just gazed at her.

She burst out, “That’s so unfair! I waited in line, too, you know!” She added a glare to her words for effect even though what she really wanted to do was to hide somewhere from everyone’s stares. Wasn’t he going a little too far in making her pay for what she did earlier?

“I know.”

His words confused her, but his next action threw her off even more. She watched in dumbfounded silence as Park took his wallet out and dumped a thousand-dollar yen in the cash basket. Then he pulled the glass window open.

“What---”

“I’m paying this time,” Park said softly just before grabbing her close to kiss Violet, his lips devouring hers as his tongue forcefully thrust into her mouth.

Oh.
Violet found herself tiptoeing so she could have more of it, completely swept off her feet. Park growled in approval before fisting her hair to urge her closer and kiss her deeper. When he let her go, it took her a while to stop seeing stars. She could tell by the way other girls were gasping around her that they were affected, too.

When Violet glanced at Park, he asked with unsmiling quietness, “Am I forgiven?”

She understood right away what he was saying sorry for. The guilt in his eyes was more than enough to let Violet know that he hated what he had inadvertently put her through, enough to make Park force himself to get past his dislike of any public show of affection.

Violet was about to answer when the nymphomaniac hen several spots down the line drawled loudly, “I can do better than that.”

She snapped her mouth shut, an idea forming in her mind.

“Violet?” Park asked, trying not to sound too tense when Violet still hadn’t said anything. After what had happened between them, he definitely didn’t want to be on the wrong end of her grudges again.

“Are we good?” he asked finally when started looking at him with a contemplative look in her eyes.

She smiled sweetly, making a snap decision. “You’ll see.”

Shit.
Did that mean he was in for another payback of sorts, maybe this time with Violet out of her kimono and cosplaying as Sailor Moon, Japan’s teen version of Wonder Woman, with her itsy-bitsy skirt? 

Park watched Violet’s smile became sly.

Fuck. Maybe his Sailor Moon guess wasn’t too far off the mark. “Violet---”

But she was gone.

As the next girl stepped in place, he quickly dialed Violet’s number on his iPhone. While impatiently waiting for Violet to pick up, he no longer bothered to be charming. The girl’s lips barely grazed his cheek when he barked, “Next!” It had the girl scrambling away.

The next one didn’t look too sure about getting the kiss she had paid a thousand yen for.

Shit! Violet had dropped the call.

Park glared at the girl even though he knew he was being unfair. “Are you going to just stand there?” he snapped.

The girl fled.

At the end of the line, Park’s club president was furiously waving his arms.
Be nice,
he mouthed frantically at Park.

How the fuck could Park act nice when Violet was probably somewhere plotting his next bout of jealousy?

When the third girl also ran away in fear from his scowl, his club president retaliated by reopening the line again for his shift.

Goddammit
. Park needed an A from this club. He had missed a lot of meetings when he and Violet had their quarrel. If he left without finishing his shift, he was pretty sure the club president would recommend a failing grade to his professor.

He managed a smile at the fourth girl even though under the table he was speed-dialing Violet’s number once more.
Come on, Violet, pick up the goddamn phone!