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“Sure thing, sweetheart,” I whisper and plant a kiss on his forehead.
“Are you mocking me?” His tone is more cutesy than offended, and I chuckle.
“I would never. Now, come on. Get dressed.”
“I still don’t understand why she needs a cavalry,” he says when we’re en route to Annie and Lily’s apartment.
I put my arm around him, and he cozies up to me with his hands crossed like a brat, but I don’t mind. That’s half his charm.
“Think about it. If someone took your apartment or your power, wouldn’t you be upset and want your friends to be there to support you?”
He shrugs and mumbles. “I don’t have any friends.”
There’s a little pinch in my chest and I squeeze him tighter.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. I don’t need friends,” he says, but his voice is so quiet he’s not exactly convincing. “I’m a supervillain. Supervillains don’t have friends. They have enemies.”
“Well, isn’t that sad?”
Seojun pushes himself off me and rolls his eyes.
“No, it’s not. But you wouldn’t understand. You’re just a goody two-shoes.”
I can’t help but feel a little hurt by that. Not because it’s not true, but more because I think he means it as an insult.
“I’m helping you, aren’t I? I’m not that good!”
He huffs.
“Only because you’re mine for the foreseeable future. You don’t have a choice.”
I glare at him and raise an eyebrow.
“Really?”
His irritated face gives way to a smirk.
“Prove it,” he says as the driver stops and turns around to tell us the price of the ride.
Seojun looks from me to the driver and back to me, waiting, testing me. I know what he wants me to do. He wants me to run. To not pay. As if that’d be proof of being bad. He does it, and he’s adorable.
“There you go. Thank you.” I pay for the ride and tip generously on top of it, and Seojun’s face lights up with satisfaction.
“See? I told you.”
I smile and slap his ass.
“That proves nothing,” I growl in his ear.
“Sure thing, lover boy. Sure thing.” He runs his tongue along his teeth before he gives me a pout and spins around to walk away from me.
He thinks he has the last laugh, but I’ve been inside him. I know he’s not as bad as he pretends to be.
“The apartment is this way, smart-ass.” I point in the other direction. Seojun stops, turns, and, as if nothing happened, walks back the other way.
I can’t help but watch him for a few moments. Watch his figure, the way he carries himself, his ass.
