Theron did not look down from the staring eyes fixed upon him. Perhaps Kith had momentarily forgotten that averting eye contact would be seen as a significant defeat for Theron. However, he couldn't resist the alluring and seductive look in Kith's eyes. It was as if Kith had stripped him bare with just a single, intense stare.
He heard Kith sigh, his attention drawn to the rising and falling of Kith's chest beneath the simple polo shirt he wore. Evidently, it was due to the rapid beating of his heart.
"You make my heart beat like I have just finished a race," Kith said, his voice soft and low, with a touch of sensuality that only they could hear.
He released a deep sigh, trying to gather his thoughts. "Look, Kith, or rather, sir, we are no longer living in that era—"
"Why not?" Kith swiftly interjected, cutting off his words.
"Look, I need to go back to your office to retrieve my iPhone. I forgot it on the client's table," he explained, his voice filled with a sense of urgency. "I don't want to waste any more time talking to that person—" he stopped himself mid-sentence, his attention captivated by the movements of Kith's lips. Though parted, they remained silent.
"I'm sorry," Theron interjected, hoping to diffuse any tension.
A smile formed on Kith's lips in response to his apology. Then, with a playful glint in his eyes, Kith reached into his pocket and pulled out the familiar iPhone. Theron had intended to claim it as his own, but Kith prevented him from doing so. "Oops," Kith teased, as if ready to engage in a friendly battle.
"It's mine, Sense is in a rush. I didn't bring my car," Theron stated, his jaw slightly clenched. He wasn't truly angry, merely putting on a show, hoping to draw Kith into the melodrama.
"Hello, Sense?" Kith called out, reaching for his phone.
"Hi, Kith—sir!" Sense's voice burst through the car, filled with excitement upon hearing Kith's name. "How have you been? We've missed you," Sense exclaimed, a warm smile evident in his voice.
"Where the hell do you get the nerve, Sense?" Theron mockingly retorted, feigning anger as he playfully bantered with Kith.
"Oh, look at Ther. He obviously has some issues, huh? He can't even admit that he missed you," Sense interjected, letting out a laugh.
His eyes began to gleam with frustration and the heat rising in his head. He wanted to teach Sense a lesson about respecting personal boundaries.
All he wanted was for Kith to give him back his iPhone and leave that place right away.
His eyebrows furrowed as he watched Kith casually put his iPhone back into his pocket once again.
"Are you kidding me?" Theron said in annoyance, the feeling of impatience growing within him.
Sense just stared at them with a thoughtful expression on his face, as if questioning certain aspects of his mind due to things he couldn't comprehend.
"No, we need to discuss something important," Kith explained, hiding his true emotions behind his smile.
"Just give me—" he began to demand, his eyes now gleaming with a sense of urgency.
"You're so cute," Kith said sarcastically, turning his gaze towards Sense. Smiling, he added, "It's okay, Sense. You can go home now."
"But—"
"No buts, Sense. I will be the one to give Theron a ride back to their place later," Kith asserted firmly.
"But Theron didn't bring a car."
"I said, no buts," Kith repeated, his tone leaving no room for argument.
"Bastard, let's go home together!" Theron exclaimed, his frustration palpable.
"If you leave us, Sense, you can start tomorrow," Kith added, a touch of authority in his voice.
Sense's face lit up with hope. "Really?"
"Yes," Kith confirmed, offering a reassuring smile.
"Eff you, Sense," Theron muttered under his breath, his annoyance apparent.
"Alright, then you can take Theron," Sense with a swift motion, he started the engine, and just before driving away, he waved goodbye to them.
Wait 'til I get home, you bastard, Theron muttered, his anger simmering beneath the surface.
"W-what do you want?" Theron asked Kith in a frustrated and exasperated tone.
Kith paused, rubbing his chin in thought. Theron couldn't discern what was going through his mind. Whatever it was, he knew it wasn't aligned with his own desires.
Theron sighed as he noticed Kith suddenly break into a wide smile. While he was seething with frustration towards himself, Kith, and the scorching heat of the day, he couldn't deny a flicker of curiosity about Kith's intentions.
"A fun," Kith replied, his voice tinged with annoyance.
"Huh?" He raised an eyebrow, perplexed by Kith's response. "So, just give me my phone and you don't have to bother driving me. Aren't you concerned someone might take a photo?"
"A photo? And it becomes headline news? 'President dating an applicant' and the controversy is about my gender?" Kith scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief.
"The f*ck, give me my cellphone," he demanded, frustration bubbling within him.
"What if I don't want to?" Kith challenged, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.
"Do you want to start a fight?" he muttered under his breath, contemplating how to retrieve his iPhone from Kith's hands, laced with his whimsical nature. "So, what do you want?"
"Fight me," Kith boldly declared, a spark of determination in his eyes.
Caught off guard by Kith's audacity, he couldn't decipher the sincerity behind his words. Was he joking or serious? Should he indulge Kith's request? Although Kith appeared weak, if he truly desired a confrontation, perhaps it wouldn't hurt to impart a lesson.
"Are you joking? Have you forgotten who I am, Kith?" he challenged, his voice laced with a mix of authority and incredulity.
"Hell, I'm not scared. Just fight me," Kith retorted, his confidence unshaken.
"Where?" he asked, curiosity piqued despite his reservations.
"At the PPB private gym," Kith responded with conviction, his assurance shining through.
The PPB private gym sprawled across a vast expanse, providing ample space for training and exercise. It seemed as though Kith frequented this place to sculpt his physique. He stole a quick glance at Kith, taking the opportunity to admire his robust and dashing appearance. While Kith may not have possessed a chiseled physique, he exuded a charming and endearing vibe with his moderately slim build.
A small smile played on his lips as he averted his gaze, shifting his attention towards the moment at hand. Kith turned to face him, donned in a dobok, showcasing his readiness for combat. Amused by Kith's sudden display of martial arts skills, he couldn't help but wonder when Kith had learned the art of karate. Casually, he kicked off his shoes, feeling no need to adorn himself with any specialized fighting attire like Kith had chosen to do.
He gracefully shed his long-sleeved garment, leaving him clad in a simple white tank top that accentuated the contours of his athletic frame. Pausing for a moment, he stretched his body, preparing himself physically and mentally for the upcoming match. Kith came closer, executing a respectful bow before adopting a poised stance, signaling his determination and seriousness about this confrontation.
Carefully observing each movement, he endeavored to decode Kith's intentions. It was evident that Kith was wholeheartedly committed to this bout. Their eyes locked, a silent understanding passing between them as they prepared to engage in combat.
"Attack me," he commanded with measured authority, his voice reverberating through the air, setting the stage for the impending clash of skills and willpower.
With a swift flick of his fist, Kith aimed a punch directly at Theron's chest, but Theron anticipated the move and swiftly evaded the blow. In that split second, Kith's attention seemed momentarily diverted, captivated by his own reflection dancing upon the water's surface. Frustration marred Kith's expression as he attempted a barrage of punches, targeting both the low and middle sections, but his efforts fell short, failing to find their mark against Theron's evasive maneuvers. Theron's agility and swift movements proved to be a formidable challenge for Kith to overcome.
A distinct flicker of annoyance flashed across Theron's face, yet he couldn't bring himself to fully engage in the combat. Deep down, he resented Kith's actions and the situation at hand, but he also harbored a reluctance to inflict harm upon him. Despite his underlying irritation and anger towards Kith, Theron couldn't bear to strike him with his fist or deliver a forceful blow. In Theron's mind, Kith didn't deserve the brunt of his strength and aggression. It was Theron who had once stood as Kith's protector, defending him against those who had sought to bully and harm him.
Undeterred by his lack of success, Kith maintained his unyielding determination to land a hit, his determination fueling his every move. He persisted, attempting a front back kick followed by a powerful round back kick, yet Theron's swift reflexes and unwavering defense proved impenetrable. Despite their closeness and the almost tangible tension between them, Kith's strikes failed to connect with Theron's body.
"You've tricked me. Why won't you engage in this fight? You're certainly adept at hurting others," Kith words dripped with anger and frustration, his voice laced with a mix of betrayal and disappointment.
Theron's diverted gaze proved to be his undoing, as he failed to anticipate Kith's swift follow-up. Caught off guard, his guard lowered just enough for Kith's high punch to land squarely on his face, delivering a solid blow.
Staggering backward, Theron couldn't help but wince in pain. His nose began to bleed, yet he detected no flicker of concern or remorse on Kith's countenance. It was as if Kith remained unaffected by the physical toll his actions had taken.
Summoning strength from within, Theron wiped the blood from his nose using the palms of his hands. A sense of resignation settled over him, and he gathered the courage to approach Kith, willingly subjecting himself to endure further punishment. Kith, fueled by a mix of determination and frustration, unleashed a barrage of punches, aiming for Theron's back, navel, and head. Accompanying the strikes were powerful kicks that threatened to topple Theron's stability.
Resolute despite the pain, Theron mustered every ounce of self-control and clenched his fists. He stood firm, staggering but resolute, reaching his limit yet unwilling to let the desire for revenge consume him.
"S-say it! Admit that you seek vengeance!" Theron's voice quivered, the shame and betrayal he felt manifesting as barely audible words amidst the blood trickling from his lips.
Kith, sensing the intensity of Theron's emotions, tightened his grip on his clenched fist. Theron, displaying remarkable agility despite his battered state, managed to rise once more, approaching Kith with a renewed determination. As Kith attempted to land yet another punch, Theron skillfully intercepted the blow, careful to mitigate any potential harm. Despite the pain coursing through his body, Theron resolutely rejected the notion of seeking retribution, refusing to inflict harm upon Kith.
As Kith's other arm relentlessly continued its assault on Theron's back, an internal narrative unfolded within Theron's mind. Outlining a strategic plan, he calculated each movement, seeking the opportune moment to take control and bring Kith to the ground, all while ensuring that his actions remained measured and restrained.
He stepped his one leg beside Kith. He grabbed Kith on his shoulder and he pushed him backward, while he pushing him, Theron sweep his leg around and behind Kith's knees.
Theron denied Kith the opportunity to rise, swiftly seizing control as he positioned himself on top of Kith. With a firm grasp, he secured Kith's arms, limiting his movements. Gasping for breath, he stared intently into Kith's face, who appeared smugly satisfied. "What now, sir?"
"Get off me! Why didn't you fight back? Coward!" he shouted into Theron's face.
Theron smirked. "You're down, you bast*rd."
"Get off me, b*tch, and I'll fight you! I want your punches, I want you to face me. You're so good at hurting people, why won't you fight me?" He yelled once more.
"This isn't you, Kith. Or is this really your true nature? You may be wealthy—"
"You're just a total loser, Theron."
"W-why? Didn't I tell you not to leave that night?" His eyes glinted with moisture.
"Stop pretending like you cared about me. Oh, don't leave me, stay and witness how your lips met Syd's?" He retorted, his voice tinged with bitterness.
"Stop."
"You can't stop me, b*tch."
"What makes you think I can't?" Theron replied, his smirk never leaving his face.
"Because you're just a pathetic loser, Theron—" but before he could finish his sentence, Theron abruptly seized Kith's lips, claiming them as his own.
Without warning, Theron passionately kissed Kith, their lips colliding in a tumultuous and uninhibited manner. His embrace was wild, filled with an intense desire. As their kiss deepened, Theron's lips trailed down Kith's neck, indulging in a gentle nibble, before returning to claim his mouth once more. Exploiting Kith's parted lips, he expertly intensified the kiss, evoking a surge of electric sensations that sent shivers coursing through Kith's body.
Yet, this was not a kiss born out of love, but rather driven by anger that burned within Theron. There was no gentleness in his actions, no tenderness to be found. In fact, Theron kissed Kith with an undeniable erotic passion, ensuring that the memory of their encounter would leave a bitter taste, erasing any lingering thoughts of him from Kith's mind.
After a brief moment, Theron abruptly broke away, rising to his feet. He used his hand to wipe his lips clean, a sense of detachment evident in his actions. With purposeful strides, he began to walk away, heading towards the exit, leaving behind a bewildered and emotionally conflicted Kith.
Before departing, he glanced back one final time, only to be met with a melancholic smile adorning Kith's lips. Theron's frustration grew, and he scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief at the inexplicable turn of events. Without further hesitation, he exited the private gym, leaving behind a lingering unease and a sense of annoyance that gnawed at him from within.
While walking home, a multitude of thoughts cascaded and danced in his mind, each one playing a different tune on his emotions. He felt a wave of weakness in his legs, as if they were on the verge of giving way. He stubbornly tried to suppress any hint of sadness he might feel for Kith.
His entire system was saturated with a profound melancholy, accompanied by a whirlwind of divergent thoughts as he made his way home. It felt as though he couldn't catch his breath, suffocating under the weight of his own contemplations. Beads of sweat trickled down his face, reminiscent of tears that had once streamed from his eyes. He pondered, asking himself how he could rectify the confusion that had enveloped him.
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