Chapter 1 I’m Done

Kai

The girl on my screen moans loud.

Mmmm…

Fuck me, daddy…

Yes, make me cum…

Yes right there.

My hand pumps faster around my dick, slick and messy with pre-cum. The wet sound fills my room. My toes curl tight against the sheet. Sweat rolls down my neck.

“Fuck….”

I’m almost there.

Bang… bang… bang.

The sound cuts through everything. My hands freeze mid-stroke.

What the hell.

I try to ignore the loud knocking on my bedroom door.

“Kai you bastard. Open up. You have to see this.”

Of course, it’s Jamie.

My eyes open slowly.

My jaw clenches so hard.

You couldn’t wait two more fucking minutes?

The heat in my chest mixes with frustration. I wipe my sticky hand on the sheet and slam the laptop shut.

Why can’t I get a minute of peace in this house?

I already know the answer. There’s no way I can get an afternoon off with Jamie and Logan in the same house as me.

With Logan, I can cope because he only talks when it’s needed.

But Jamie...

Just thinking about him makes my head hurt.

Don’t get me wrong. He’s one of my best friends, unfortunately. The guy is annoying, loud, and somehow always involved in everybody else’s business.

But if somebody messed with him, I’d probably be the first person throwing punches.

“Hey! If this door doesn’t open in one minute I’ll assume you’re dead and I’m breaking in.”

I pull my shorts up quickly, the fabric sticking to my damp skin and walk to the door.

Jamie rushes in the second I turn the lock like he has some really great news to share.

I already know it’s not gonna be something serious.

“What is it?” I ask, standing by the door watching him move straight to the center of the room scrolling through his phone.

He lifts it and turns the screen toward me.

I glance at it.

It’s a picture of a girl and a boy with their hands interlocked. Faces not showing.

I press my lips together and exhale slowly.

“Hey… come closer,” I say. Calmly.

“Huh?” Jamie looks up.

“Come closer. I can’t see what you’re showing me.”

“Ohh okay.” He takes two steps toward me.

Perfect.

The second he’s close enough, I hook an arm around his neck.

“You bastard.”

“AH…”

I smack the top of his head repeatedly while he tries to twist free.

There are only a few days when I get a day off from work and training. And he comes bugging me because of a picture.

“Do you think I want to see another one of your hookups on my free day?”

“What do you mean hookups?” He finally breaks free and steps back gasping.

“Are you crazy?…” he tries to catch his breath. “That’s your girlfriend with another guy.”

My expression shifts.

Not sad. Just surprised.

I walk over and take the phone from him. He flinches back expecting another hit.

I look at the screen properly.

Okay. I’ll admit it. I’m a terrible boyfriend because how did I not recognize the girl I’ve been dating for four months.

Ting.

A notification from my phone on the desk.

I walk over and pick it up.

A message.

JENNIE

I’m done.

I stare at the screen.

That’s it?

After chasing me for over a year, this is how she ends it?

I don’t really care about her but damn that’s a massive bruise on my ego.

Jamie walks over and snatches the phone from me.

“Hahahahahaha.”

The sound of his laughter is like poking a needle in my ears.

“Shut the fuck up,” I say.

“I’m done? Really? After chasing you for over a year.” He says it like I asked for his comment.

“Wait…” He tries to catch his breath after laughing like a hyena. “Don’t tell me you couldn’t make her cum during sex so she had to run to someone else. Because that’s the only reason I can think of.”

“Hahahaha…..”

Now his laugh sounds even worse.

I grab his shirt, drag him out, and shut the door.

I can still hear him cackling on the other side.

So much for living with your friends.

What the hell.

Can’t make her cum?”

She’s the one who couldn’t make me cum.

I never enjoyed sex with her. Not even once. I didn’t even find her attractive.

Okay, that makes me a jerk.

With all that grabbing, legs shaking and whatnot— if she didn’t finish after all of that then she needs help. Not me.

Meanwhile, I’m stuck jerking off just to satisfy myself.

I know athletes have a reputation for being in every girl's pants here but when I’m in something I’m in it.

Not that it’s easy. Plenty of girls throw themselves at me as the captain of the football team.

Let’s just say I’m a one man's man or a one woman’s man. Only when in a relationship.

Which is exactly why I’ve been reduced to jerking off alone.

I drop flat on the bed and close my eyes.

A few days later.

Jamie is standing in the living room with his jacket already on, looking at me like I’m the cause of his problems.

“Come on. It’s Friday night. You can’t seriously be staying in.”

“I’m fine,” I say without looking up from my phone. “We have training tomorrow.”

“Kai.”

“Jamie.”

He exhales like I just told him someone died.

“We’ll get back before midnight. Come on. You just got dumped. You need to get out.”

I already know this has nothing to do with me. Jamie just wants an excuse to go out and is using me as the reason. But fine. I have nothing better to do.

The bar is loud and packed the way it always is on a Friday night.

Jamie wastes no time. Within twenty minutes he has already found himself a girl and has his tongue halfway down her throat in the corner booth.

Logan sits beside me with his drink, scrolling through his phone like he is waiting for his ride. Unbothered as always.

Two girls slide in next to us. They look pretty. I mean the kind of pretty that would have any other guy at this table losing his mind.

But I feel absolutely nothing even though one already has her hand moving slowly up my arm.

It’s always been like this. There are a lot of girls around me. Pretty ones. Funny ones. Those who laugh at everything I say and look at me like I'm some kind of prize.

I get turned on, sure. I’m just never fully into it.

I used to think my standards were just too high. Maybe the right person just hadn’t shown up yet.

But sitting here right now with a hand on my dick now and Jamie making sounds across the booth that I will never be able to unhear, I’m starting to think maybe my type just doesn’t exist.

“Hey!” Kangmin suddenly appears and slaps my arm hard enough to spill my drink.

“What the…”

He grabs my shoulder and turns me toward the bar.

“Your girl,” he says, wide-eyed. “She’s here. With him.”