The Anti-Fan and the Idol by Dyken Rachel van

Author:Dyken, Rachel van [Dyken, Rachel van]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Young Adult, My Summer in Seoul, Rachel Van Dyken, contemporary romance, Romance, Music, Contemporary, 1001 Dark Nights
ISBN: 9781970077971
Amazon: B09N1YZ8HJ
Goodreads: 59994946
Publisher: 1001 Dark Nights Press
Published: 2022-07-05T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Ryan

I drink way too much with Sookie and somehow end up at Ah-Ri’s dorm, attempting to sneak in. When I’m like, wait, why isn’t the door working right?, I text her.

Me: Here!

Ah-Ri: Did we have plans?

Me: Open the door.

Minutes later, she’s jerking me inside the room and locking the door as if we’re about to get arrested. I bust up laughing but stop when she shoves me hard in the chest.

“What the hell are you doing, Ryan?”

“Seeing you.” I put my hands into my pockets. “It felt like too long since I didn’t get to.”

She grabs her phone and starts texting furiously.

“Who are you texting?” I feel rage when I shouldn’t. Just like I feel attraction where I shouldn’t.

“Haneul,” she says. “You need to get home, sober up, and…oh, yeah, not get caught!”

“Pleaseeeee.” I stumble toward the small, worn couch. “It’s too late for me to get caught. Besides, can’t I just charm my way out of it? With this?” I smile.

She glares.

“Maybe not.” My smile drops. “Just let me crash for tonight. I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself, though my mouth always has other plans.”

She shrieks.

Or I think she does. I’m too tired to do anything but lie down and close my eyes.

The last thing I remember is her saying, “You know you really are an asshole.”

Can’t argue that.

For some reason, it makes me laugh as I burrow into the cushions. Her couch smells like her—everything actually smells like her. I like it. Too much.

Because she somehow feels like the home I haven’t had in a really long time.

I close my eyes.

What feels like minutes later, I jerk my eyes open to the sound of an alarm and a pounding headache.

Oh, yeah, and an angry Ah-Ri standing over me with her arms crossed.

“Is it morning?” I ask with a groan.

“How much did you drink?”

I cover my face with my hands. “Blame Sookie. He just kept going and going and going.”

“And let me guess, you tried to keep up?” She laughs. “Nice try. That guy can drink anyone under the table. You should know that.”

“But he’s so younggggggg.” I groan. “He just kept asking me about you, and then I told him we kissed.”

She slaps a hand over my mouth. “WHAT?”

My answer comes out extremely muffled.

She moves her hand.

“Geez, are you trying to suffocate me?”

“Depends on what you said.”

“I told him the truth.” I start to sit up. “That I’m attracted to you and that I kissed you, once out of denial and anger and twice out of need.”

“Are you still drunk?” She feels my forehead. “Do you have a fever?”

I slap her hands away. “No, I’m just being honest, but thanks for making me feel better.”

I start to stand and stumble back.

“Wow, still drunk.” She sighs. “Okay, so I guess we’re going over the next song here in the dorm unless you want to take me home.”

“Like takeout.” I laugh. “Oh, God, maybe I am still drunk.”

“Um, yeah.”

“Bring the chopsticks!” I shout and then add, “I miss spicy rice cakes.

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