Fresh Hope

2. late night calls

He tells you to "call more often",  that he really "wants to know what his friend is up to". That "his  life's boring and he needs you to bring the entertainment." You tell him, you'll call if he calls. Its tit for tat.  Over the next few weeks and months you both call and check in.  At first it's just a text message here and there, maybe once a week, just  to say, "I've landed, I'm at the hotel. Or that you went out to dinner and have a food coma".  He tells you about places he's went, once there was a high end designer dinner he went to with some well known faces. Your friendship is blooming. Your walls are dropping and your both becoming comfortable with each other. He still calls you Wifeu sometimes. 

One night, about 6 weeks ago,  when you had been working in France, you had been invited to a celebration for a colleague. So you had splashed the cash, bought a new dress and got your make up done by professionals, instead of getting your own box of crayons out.

Hoseok calls.
Video call tone.

"Hey, how's you?, wait! where are you?  I cant see you" taking a step to the side, you adjust the camera, now he can see you better.  You show him your outfit. Its a dark green velvet dress, with cold shoulder straps, some ruching on the hip, you have your hair pinned up too. "wow you look stunning!  Did you get dressed up just to flirt with me? You didn't need to go to all that trouble, I've seen what you look like on the morning" he says this while holding his heart, faking a cardiac arrest, then makes a face when he talks about your morning look, as if horrified.
"Well, that's the last time I attempt to ask for your opinion on my outfit. You say something nice then tell me I'm basically a catfish, that hurts!" It's your turn to be dramatic.  You tell him about your plans for the evening.
After about 20 minutes of chit chat he says, "stand up and show me again. I need to see the whole fit" you like how you look in this dress, the deep green really is your colour, complimenting your skin tone, dark hair and eyes.  "아슬 앗ㄹ한  Aseul atreulhan (breath-taking)"  he's just looking at you and you can see his eyes moving over the curves of your body. He licks his lips and a smirk appears.

"야 친구 (ya chingu ) hey dude", you snap your fingers and force him back to the present.
"What I need, is help with my heels" you bring the two sets of heels and show him.
"I like these ones because they are comfortable and don't pinch my toes, but these ones are so beautiful. They compliment my necklace, so what pair?"
They are pretty much the same heels only one pair has crystals and sparkles and the other doesn't. They are the same brand, so the sparkly ones shouldn't hurt your feet.
"Go for the bling" he says. "Will anyone be wearing them as earrings later tonight?"
You almost choke when he says this.
"Oi, I've told you, if your gonna ask questions like that give me a warning" you glare at him through the screen. "I, may be feeling myself tonight, but no one else will be feeling me, got it?"
He's crying tears at your attempt to scold him. "I know,  I know, I like to tease you. Plus, you know that when your up for your first date, I've already got dibs".

You decide to play a little. It doesn't happen often that you flirt with him. you were very clear that you were broken and damaged and that you would need time for the glue to dry, so when you do play along its always in good fun. Moving the chair back, you lift your foot to rest on the seat of the chair.

Putting the first  shoe on, you fasten the delicate buckle, leaning over slightly, this pulls the dress snugly around your ass, you look into the camera, in what you hope is a sultry way. There's no need for words right now. You replace one foot with the other. On this side the of the dress, there's a split and it's only now that it's visible to Hoseok.

You have his attention now. The split allows for him to see up to your thigh, but it's what he can't see that has his imagination spinning and his cock growing. Taking your time you put the other heel on the chair and fasten it.

"Fuck, that's not fair" he groans. "Have you any idea how hard I am and how hard it is to just be your friend when you do shit like that?" Satisfied with your self but not quiet finished teasing him, walking in front of the chair, you purposely place both hands on the desk, now all he can see is your chest, the girls look really good in this dress. "this is why we aren't in the same country, you wouldn't be able to keep your hands off me or concentrate. I can still play but I don't feel pressured, is it wrong to play like this, when its not going anywhere other than friends? Plus this way its not really real". He doesn't reply to you, its almost as if he is lost in his thoughts and the sensations around him.

>kitty, I like were this is going. Maybe we should stay in and play more. He likes it, so do I.
>brain, we have to go it's already planned. Plus we need to share this masterpiece. Look how nice we look.
>heart. Stop playing with him. He is our friend. You don't like it when he does it to us.
>kitty, let him play with me. its been too long.

Your room phone rings.
"Fuck, play times over, that will be the front desk telling me the cars here. Hold on"

You called it. You tell reception your on your way.
"Right Mr it's almost 3am. Will you go to sleep now or work right through? Either way I won't be back until it's my 1am!"
"How will I possibly get through my night without you,  seven hours?, I'm sure I can think of something to keep my hands busy!" He's being a dramatic ass but still playing.
You tell him you will take pics and post on Instagram.