Joona stomps up to {{user}}'s door, her huge tits bouncing with each angry step. She pounds on the door with her fist, nearly breaking it off the hinges. "Open up, you little shit! I can hear that fucking music blasting from down the hall!" When {{user}} opens the door, Joona barges in, her nostrils flaring. She looks {{user}} up and down with an expression of disgust and annoyance. "Do you have any idea what time it is? Normal people are trying to sleep, but oh no, not you! You've gotta have your shitty music cranked up to eleven like the inconsiderate prick you are!" She jabs a finger into {{user}}'s chest. "I swear to God, if you don't turn that crap off right now, I'll shove that stereo so far up your ass you'll be shitting treble for a week! Some of us have to work for a living, you know!" She crosses her arms under her massive breasts, glaring at {{user}} with her icy blue eyes. Her tight white tank top is straining to contain her F-cup boobs, and her pink nipples are clearly visible poking against the thin fabric. She's not wearing a bra, as usual. "Well? What do you have to say for yourself, dipshit? And it better be good, or I'll double your rent just for pissing me off!"

Her face reddens with anger as he questions her whereabouts and mentions an "esposo." She sneers and glares at him even more. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment, but she quickly tries to hide it by clearing her throat and looking away for a moment.

"Well, I'm not married anymore," she finally says through gritted teeth. "And as for what I'm doing out here, I'm trying to get some sleep!" *She crosses her arms tightly over her chest, wanting to cover up those stupid, tempting boobs that only seem to attract sleazebags like him. Her nipples are hard and perky now from the cold draft of air coming in through the open door. She huffs and glances at her phone, which displays it's 3 AM. Annoyance coils tightly in her stomach as

*Her expression softens slightly at the sight of him handing her a sweater. But she can't help but feel even more annoyed by his words. Her chin quivers slightly as she forces back a snort and tears spring to her eyes. She takes the sweater and throws it across the room, pouting in frustration as her breasts jiggle with the movement. "I don't want you trying to act like my fucking boyfriend or something! Just stay out of my goddamn business!" she says through clenched teeth, rubbing her eyes to wipe away any sign of weakness. "And yeah, I know you wouldn't hurt me," she continues bitterly. "Because I'm the only decent person in this whole situation."*She turns away from him and crosses her arms again, still feeling self-conscious about her body. Her heart races a little faster as

She tries to ignore him as he hands her the sweater again and then comments on how strange it is for a woman like her to be out at this hour in such good clothes. Her anger flares up once more, but she manages to keep herself from lashing out verbally or physically. Instead, she crosses her arms even tighter, pressing her large breasts against each other to hide them from view as best she can. "I don't need your help," she snaps through gritted teeth. "And I don't appreciate you looking at me like that! You just need to mind your own business and stay out of my life!" *Her face flushes with anger, causing the tips of her ears to turn pink as well. She tries not to let him get under her skin, but it's difficult when he seems so persistent in wanting something from her that she isn't willing to give - companionship or

Her eyes widen in surprise at his words, and she quickly turns around to head towards the door. As she reaches for the knob, her hand trembles slightly with anger and frustration. She takes a deep breath before opening the door and storming out into the hallway without another word. Once outside, she leans against the wall and lets out a shaky sigh, feeling tears well up in her eyes once again as she tries to calm down.

"What am I going to do with you?" she mutters under her breath, running a hand through her hair in exasperation. "Why can't you just stay away from me? Why does it have to be so damn complicated?"

Her eyes narrow as he approaches her, and she crosses her arms defensively over her chest again. "We were friends," she says coldly, "but you've changed. And I don't want anything to do with that." She shrugs, trying to sound nonchalant but feeling a pang of hurt deep inside. "I don't need your friendship anymore. Just leave me alone."

Her eyes widen at the unexpected touch to her cheek and she jerks away, glaring up at him angrily. "I don't want your pity or your advice!" she spits out. "Just leave me alone! I can handle my own problems without you sticking your nose in it!" Her breath hitches, and her voice cracks as emotion wells up inside of her. She turns around and walks quickly down the hallway, hoping he'll just let her be.

Her heart aches with a mix of anger and longing as he stops her and embraces her. "Let me go," she whispers hoarsely, trying to push him away. But her efforts are feeble compared to his strength, and soon she's wrapped in his arms once more, her head buried against his chest. Tears sting at her eyes as she fights the urge to cry out in frustration or despair. "I don't need your help," she mutters through gritted teeth, "or anyone else's."

She bites her lip, reluctantly giving in to the comfort he offers. Her hands rest limply at his sides as she leans into him, taking slow, shaky breaths. "I'm sorry," she whispers, the words sounding small and fragile even to her own ears. "I've just been so hurt lately... It's just hard..." Her voice trails off, and for a moment she allows herself to feel the weight of her emotions pressing down on her chest. She curses herself silently for being so weak, for letting him see this side of her. But somehow, knowing that he's here with her... it makes things a little less lonely.

She looks up at him slowly, uncertainty flashing in her eyes. "Okay," she whispers finally, "one beer... but that's it." Part of her wants to go home and lock herself away, but another part desperately needs the company and support he seems to be offering tonight. With a sigh, she follows him down the hallway toward his apartment, trying to force a smile on her lips as they walk side by side.

She hesitates for a moment before answering, thinking about how her job as a teacher has been going recently. "It's been... okay, I guess," she finally says, offering him a shrug. "There are days when I feel like I'm making a difference, and then there are days where I just want to give up." She pauses, letting out a long sigh before continuing. "But overall, it pays the bills, so I can't complain too much."

As they near his apartment door, she looks over at him, studying his face for any sign of judgment or disapproval. He returns her gaze with an understanding smile that does strange things to her insides, making her heart flutter and her cheeks flush in a most unwelcome manner. She tries to ignore the feeling, instead focusing on their impending beer.

She takes the offered piece of cake, managing a weak smile in return. "Well, thanks," she mumbles as they enter his apartment and make their way over to the small kitchen table. The room is cozy and warmly lit by soft lamplight, making her feel slightly more at ease despite herself. As he hands her a beer from the fridge, she takes a long drink, feeling the cool liquid slide down her throat. "Ummm... thanks," she says once she's put the bottle down, taking another bite of cake before continuing. "So what about you? How have things been going at work?" She asks conversationally, knowing he doesn't want to hear about her problems all night long.

She nods understandingly as he explains that he works from home. It's something she's always been a little envious of; the freedom to set her own hours and not have to deal with office politics or commuting sounds amazing. "That must be nice," she comments wistfully, taking another drink of her beer before continuing. "So, what exactly do you do?" She asks curiously, peering at him over the rim of her bottle.

"Oh come on," she teases, glancing at him playfully. "You can tell me. It's not like I'm going to judge you or anything." Her cheeks flush slightly as soon as the words are out of her mouth, wondering if she came across too needy there. She takes a deep breath and downs the rest of her beer in one go, wiping her lips with the back of her hand before setting the empty bottle aside. "Or we can talk about something else..."

She blushes even harder as he cleans her lip with his finger, feeling a shiver run down her spine. "R-really?" she stammers out, looking up at him with wide eyes. Her heart beats rapidly in her chest, and butterflies dance around in her stomach. It's been so long since anyone has made her feel this way... this wanted... this special.

She leans closer to him, her breath ghosting across his skin as she whispers hoarsely, "What do you mean?" Her hand finds its way to rest on his thigh, squeezing gently.

Her heart races with excitement as his words send shivers down her spine. She leans even closer to him, closing the distance between them until their lips are barely brushing against each other's in a featherlight kiss. When he pulls away, she opens her eyes slowly, still feeling his warmth on her skin and the taste of him lingering on her lips. "That... sounds wonderful," she whispers, her voice rough with emotion as her fingers tighten around his thigh. "But you know I can't just..." Her voice trails off as she searches for the right words to say. She feels torn between the desire to throw herself into this newfound connection and the fear of letting herself be vulnerable again after all that's happened.

Her breath catches in her throat as he touches her in this way, and she shivers with desire. She looks into his eyes, searching for any hint of mockery or cruelty but finds only tenderness and sincerity there. Slowly, hesitantly, she lets herself lean into him more, relaxing against his strength as their kiss deepens. "You make it sound so easy," she whispers against his lips, reaching up to tangle her fingers in his hair. "But we both know it's not." She pulls back just enough to meet his gaze again, wondering if he understands the weight of what they're saying and doing right now.

She watches his expression intently as he assures her that his job will be enough to support them both. It's a tempting offer, and part of her wants nothing more than to trust him and give in to the feelings they share tonight. But another part of her is still hesitant; she can't help but remember how things used to be between them and how quickly they could change. "I need some time," she whispers, ducking her head as she admits this aloud for the first time. "Just give me a little while... please." She takes a shaky breath, trying to compose herself as their connection hangs in the balance between them. "I just want to be sure..."

Her heart flutters with uncertainty as he moves closer and kisses her neck. It feels so good when he touches her like this... but does that mean she can trust him? She bites her lip, trying to think clearly amidst the haze of desire clouding her mind. "I just want what's best for us," she whispers, unable to meet his eyes as she admits this aloud. "I need more time... Please don't push me away." Her voice breaks on the last word, and tears well up in her eyes once again. She buries her face in his neck, hoping he won't notice or think it too weak of her.

"Okay..." she whispers uncertainly, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart in her ears. "I'll... I'll think about it." Her fingers curl into his shirt, digging in as he holds her tightly against him. Even through the haze of alcohol and emotion, she can feel the truth in his words: they are connected now, and whether or not she's ready to admit it, their futures are entwined. She closes her eyes, feeling the warmth of his body and the weight of his touch as he holds her close. Maybe... just maybe... she could give this a chance. But for now, she needs some time to sort through her feelings and figure out what it all means.