You reach the towel after coming out of the water and look through your bag for your shirt when you don’t see it laying on the towel, wondering if it was misplaced.
“What are you looking for?” Hoya asks, his voice coming from behind you.
“My shirt.” You sigh as you sit back on the towel, “I could’ve sworn I left it here.”
Hoya’s eyebrows knit together and he gets up to look through the bag again, “then where could it be?”
The sound of a group of guys howling gets your attention down the beach; they seem to be staring in your general direction, waving a piece of fabric in the air like an S.O.S flag.
“Hoya,” you call out to him and you point in the direction of the guys when you get his attention, “I think that’s my shirt.”
“They took your shirt?” At your nod you watch as the muscles in his back grow taut and he gets up rolling his neck and cracking his knuckles.
“What are you going to do, Hoya?”
“Don’t worry about it,” he directs at you while walking away, “just pack up the stuff okay? Get ready to leave.”
Doing as he said, you stuff everything into the beach bag you brought. After you throw on Hoya’s shirt, you look back at the group of guys and notice that they’re arguing. One of the guys pushes Hoya and you gasp, about to go get help when Hoya decks the guy who pushed him and another who tries to avenge their “leader.”
When they see how ape shit Hoya is being the two that are left pick up their fallen soldiers and run away with them, the looks on their faces comical.
A whistle is blown and you see a security guard running towards Hoya. “Hoya! Run!”
Hoya bolts, his sandal clad feet pounding the sand as he runs to you and grabs your arm, pulling you to the parking lot with him.
When you guys reach the car, he rips out of the lot, the tires of his car squealing against the pavement.
About ten minutes later, Hoya pulls off of the main road and turns off the car. He throws his head back against the head rest and catches his breath. After about two seconds of silence, you both burst out in laughter, the last hour’s past action finally catching up to you guys.
“Dude, those guy’s faces were priceless.” You snort, taking a deep breath.
“Yeah, you should’ve heard the shit they were saying though! They were like grade-A stupid.” Hoya chortles, wiping away “tears” from his eyes. “Okay,” he sighs, getting over the laughing fit, “I got your shirt back.” He reaches to the back seat and hands you your shirt when he’s re-situated “Wait.” He stops pulling the shirt away from you when you reach for it.
“What?” you pause to, wondering why he’s looking up and down at your body like that.
He swallows, “You’re wearing my shirt.”
lol no its okay, I just nearly had a heart attack trying to figure out where to put everyone…
When I saw the message I almost started foaming at the mouth~ Not a pretty picture. Lol
OMG How did I know someone was going to do this??
Thanks anon~ you officially suck, JK lol you don’t suck~
Well maybe just a little:
Fuck:GD, damn this guy looks like he’d be really good in bed.
Marry: Jaejoong, my ultimate bias here, okay?
Cuddle: Mir, he’s such a squish~~
Kill: L, I’d follow him to heaven after I’m done with these guys ^ and fuck him, cuddle him and then marry him!!!
“Jung Daehyun.” Your friend repeats, her eyes boring into yours, “you have to seduce him.”
“Why?” You ask, disgust rolling off of your tongue.
“Because I said so.” She answers with a roll of her eyes, “and because this is my pay back. You owe me.”
You make a face before shaking your head, “no. You’re taking it too far. You know that I can’t do that.”
“No I don’t.” She denies,”you said you’d do anything and this is what I’m telling you to do. I’m not saying to sleep with him, just seduce him.”
“And then what? Seduce him and what? Laugh in his face and run away? That’s cruel.” You seethe in reply, your anger increasingly flaring.
She smirks, “you hate him anyway. What does it matter if you’re cruel to him or not?”
“Just do it. Or we’re not friends anymore.”
Staring at the back of Jung Daehyun’s head, you start to feel sick. Despite the fact that you treat him like shit stuck to the bottom of your shoe and he’s never done anything to you, you feel sick for having to go through with this whole thing.
You couldn’t lose your friend though. You’ve grown up with her and she’s one of the only people that knows everything about you, you’ve been through a lot with her and this shouldn’t be that big of a deal to save your friendship.
Even if it seemed like it.
Taking a deep breath you leave the window of the private library room and enter through the door.
Daehyun looks up at you and does a double take when he catches who it is. His eyes widen behind his wire rimmed glasses.
“Wha- what are you doing here?” He stutters, his voice cracking.
You pull the shades down at the window and stick a lone chair under the doorknob.
With one last breath you turn back around and face him, a hopefully sexy smirk on your face, “I have something to confess.” You start out playfully, your teeth attaching to your bottom lip.
Daehyun visibly swallows, “huh?”
You sit down in the chair next to him and cross your legs, “honestly… I like you.”
“What?” He says in disbelief, his eyes still trained on you.
You reach your hand up and push his hair away from his forehead, the strands surprisingly soft and silky, “I want you,” you whisper, your eyes catching his, “I need you.”
Your gaze drops to his lips as you get yourself closer to him, suddenly hypnotized by the lush plumpness. When your lips touch his you almost pull back at the sudden rush of electricity that runs through your body from the simple contact.
You push your lips back onto his and continue to kiss him, his responding hesitantly under yours as you try not to lose yourself in this kiss.
It’s a dare.
You remind yourself as his hand cautiously comes to rest on your waist and yours curves around the back of his neck. You push yourself onto his lap as you open your mouth against him, inviting his warm tongue into you.
It’s just a dare.
He pulls away slightly and holds you back when you try to continue the kiss. Daehyun’s hand comes up to your neck and he appraises you cautiously, “why are you doing this?”
You don’t know.
The whole thing was supposed to be a dare. You’re supposed to seduce him and you’ve totally bypassed that line. You’re way past the “seducing and walking away” front and walking right into the “dry humping and liking it” door.
“I told you why. Because I like you.” You reply in spite of your inner ramblings, “because I want you.”
He smirks humorlessly and looks down, “why do I feel like that’s part of the script?”
Your heart breaks at the look on his face and the defeated tone in his voice, “no, I really do want you.”
And it’s true. You want to kiss him again, you want to have his tongue in your mouth again. Which is probably why you can’t keep your eyes off of his lips.
His plumb, kissable, beautiful lips.
He hesitates and you take that chance to pull your shirt over your head and attach your lips to his again, your tongue already finding solace in the feel of his rubbing against yours.
His other hand travels up your bare side and stops right under your breast, stilling for a second before cupping it in his hand and moaning into your mouth. He shakily moves the cup aside and touches the naked supple skin there.
You let out a shuddering breath into his mouth as he pinches your hardening nipple in between his thumb and index finger and his other hand tightens around your hip his fingers digging into the flesh there.
Yeah definitely!! And I yes I write rated scenarios and I take requests!! Thank you!!
Stepping out of the steamy club, Joon takes in a deep breath of the crisp night air, filling his lungs with the freshness.
The cold atmosphere is a welcome change from the hot club as Joon leans on the balls of his feet and looks around, his hands slipping into his pant pockets.
He starts to walk, inwardly cringing at the small moans, and not so small groans filling the still night around the building. He thought that after leaving his members to mack it up inside, he would escape all the sexual activities he’s been surrounded with, especially tonight.
His hyungs, G.O and Seungho, have already found their main squeezes and they’ll probably be hooked on them for a good amount of time, knowing them. They aren’t ones to give away their affections easily so the fact that these girls got as close as they did means a lot.
Joon meanders along the building, avoiding the moans and groans and following the silence.
Or so he thought.
In his attempt to totally bypass the people doing the deed he fell right into a couple. He goes to turn back around but he hears a faint sound of protest, pulling his attention back to the twosome.
While the guy, big bulky and totally drunk, seemed completely into the whole thing, the girls eyes stay wide open as he kisses her and keeps her pinned up against the wall, her eyes catching Joon’s urgently.
The man leaves her lips and starts to kiss down her neck, bracing himself against the brick wall behind her. With her mouth free, Joon notices her trying to tell him something, her lips moving to form words that he doesn’t have to try hard to decipher.
Joon narrows his eyes and approaches the girl slightly before clearing his throat, “excuse me.”
The man turns around, his angry eyes narrowed and pointed directly at the cock blocker, “Who are you?”
“No one special.” Joon answers, glancing back at the girl next to him, “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I’m gonna have to take your partner there.”
“The hell you are.” The guy replies, starting to advance towards him. Before he could get too far, you kick him behind his knees and in a quick motion while he’s disoriented, Joon punches him reflexively, knocking him out cold.
“Thanks. He wouldn’t leave me alone.” After your short expression of gratitude, you walk past the man, not expecting him to follow you. Joon looks down at the bloke at his feet and rolls his eyes as he goes to walk away with you.
“Hey!” He jogs up to you and catches up before you could get back into the club.
“What do you want?” Your question comes out defensively, as if you know exactly what he wants, “was the ‘thank you’ not enough?” You whirl on him, eyeing him warily, “Do you want sex? A quickie? Maybe a blow job? Would that be a good enough thank you for you?”
Joon takes a surprised step back, his eyes narrowing at your crass choice of words. “Look, I don’t any of that. Thank you will suffice, I just wanted to know if you’re okay.”
He notices that your teeth clamp onto your bottom lip and you look up at the clear sky, your arms wrapping self consciously around your center, “I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine.” He comments, his hands finding their place in his pockets again.
You life wryly, humorlessly, “thanks.” You sniffle your head dropping and your gaze shifting to your heels.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” Joon tries but you speak over him.
“It doesn’t matter how you meant it. Either way it’s true.”
“No,” he shakes his head and peers at you, trying to get you to make eye contact with him, “you’re beautiful.”
“Sure, sure.” Finally, you look up at him and he catches the strand of sadness, hurt and pain in your gaze, “thank you, again. And I’m sorry.”
You turn around and enter the club, leaving Joon dumbfounded and perplexed outside. This girl. This beautiful independent, scared and lonely girl totally made him feel things that he never thought he would. Even though he only just met her.
Obviously, she carries some baggage, baggage that he’s sure that he could help her carry. She’s completely misguided and all that he’s gathered from the five minute conversation that he had with her can go under one category:
She needs someone.
And as silly as it may sound, considering their meeting, he would like to be that someone. The person who will actually try to push her out of her own self destructive shell.
All this goes through his head as he opens the door she just disappeared into and reenters the club. His thoughts cloud his mind as he searches the expanse of the facility, his eyes straining to catch a single glance of you amongst the crowd.
His gaze scans the main entrance of the club and he catches you making a swift exit. Joon follows after you quickly, avoiding the people vying for his attention. When he’s outside again, he looks up and down the sidewalk and runs after you when he sees you.
You look back, surprised to see that the guy from before was following after you. When he reaches you he catches his breath before pulling you into his embrace without a word, his arms wrapping around your shoulders and chin resting on top of your head.
“Wh-what are you doing?” You ask, taken aback as you try to wiggle out of his tight hold.
“I’m gonna help you.”
“I don’t need your help.” You reply haughtily, your hands pushing against his muscly chest. “Let go of me!”
He lets go and you mentally stop yourself from actually beginning to miss the feel of his arms around you, “whether you need it or not, I’m gonna give it to you.” You look at him as if he’s crazy, your mind reeling, “You fascinate me.” He says, answering your non vocalized question.
“You don’t even know me.” You remind, “you just met me like half an hour ago and I fascinate you? There’s nothing you know about me that could be fascinating to you!”
“Yet.” He adds on to the end of your tirade, “And that’s what fascinates me. I want to get to know you, because, to me, you’re an enigma.”
You squint at him, your heart already giving into him even though you continue to contradict him, “I don’t even know your name.”
He smiles charmingly, causing your heart to skip a beat as he holds out his hand, “my names, Lee Joon and I want to help you. Will you let me?”
Staring at his hand, you swallow down your doubts, worries and insecurities as you grab onto his hand and introduce yourself quietly, hesitantly.
The smile never leaves his face as he laces his fingers through yours and starts to continue in the direction you were going in before, “can I walk you home?”
You nod, “you don’t have to, though.”
“I know,” He grins down at you and pulls you to his side, his arm going around your shoulders, “But I want to.”
울지말아요!! Things have to get worse before they get better, don’t you think? ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
Next Mblaq should be out tomorrow. Other than that, here’s the next installment of Secretly Waiting:
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Break up with him.
He says it like it would be easy. Like it wouldn’t be the hardest thing in the world to break the heart of the only person you have ever been in love with.
You take deep breaths as you walk away from your fathers office, the anger dissipating and becoming replaced with sadness that threatens to blow you over.
Break up with him.
You don’t even know where to start with that command. You’re sure that the simple concept of never being able to touch him, hold him or kiss him will very nearly drive you off the edge, you don’t even want to think what it will do to Sunggyu.
You stop outside of the practice room and run a distressed hand through your hair, your bangs falling back into your face when your hand falls back to your side. You catch Sunggyu’s gaze subtly from the window, signaling for him to come out without bringing any attention to yourself.
Turning away from the window, you walk into the single bathroom around the corner. The door closes behind you as you go over to the sink, your body leaning against it heavily.
The sound of the door opening and locking calls your attention and you look up just when you’re enveloped into Sunggyu’s arms. His familiar scent wraps around you, causing you to unconsciously melt into him but your arms stay limp at your side.
“I know what you were watching today.” Your heart breaks a little as you feel him smile against your forehead. “And don’t try to fool me. I looked sexy during that performance, didn’t I?”
“Sunggyu,” you push at his chest and step out of his arms before wrapping your own around your core.
“What? What’s wrong?” His hand reaches out to lift your chin up but you move away.
“I don’t think this working anymore.” You say quietly. You feel yourself disassociating, becoming the girl that your father has always wanted you to be.
“What are talking about?” Sunggyu asks, reaching out for you again, but you take another step back.
“Lets break up.”
Like a band-aid, right?
“This is kind of weird considering we weren’t really anything to begin with, but I think we should stop seeing each other. I have other things to worry about, a legacy to live up to and a band to carry. I don’t need you as a distraction, not when I’m trying to make something of myself.” Your voice comes out cold and indifferent and you inwardly cringe at how much you must sound like your father.
“Wha- what the hell are you saying?” He questions, his eyes flashing with hurt at your crass choice of words.
“I’m done.” You reply simply, “if you didn’t get it before, that’s what I meant. I’m done, with us.”
Sunggyu’s eyes start to glass over and he bites his lip, his head ducking. “Is this about your dad?”
You laugh humorlessly and shake your head, “no. This is about me not wanting to be with you anymore. I’m sorry.”
He shakes his head, but keeps it down, “I don’t believe you.”
“Believe what you will. It’s been fun but, I’m done playing around. Bye, Sunggyu.”
He doesn’t get to answer because once he opens his mouth your past him and at the door unlocking it. Before your head could catch up to your heart, you’re out of the room.
Byunghee watches from the booth as the crowd cheers for Seungho’s dance routine with that girl, the music changing from their new song to another.
The crowd around them refills, making it so that their no longer in his view. G.O picks up his drink and takes a nonchalant sip, his arm resting along the back of the seat.
His next breath fills his lungs with a demure, indescribable scent causing him to turn his head slightly to the side in search of the person wearing the delightful perfume.
Glancing to the left, he notices a person sitting at the end of his booth for the first time. Her bare legs are turned inward as she stares forward, her hands wrapped around her cup.
“Hello.” Byunghee finds it fortunate that he was able to find a seat far enough away from the main club that he didn’t have to scream over the thumping music.
You almost jump two feet into the air and G.O smiles, shaking his head in amusement. You must’ve thought that no one was sitting here, “oh!” Your hand comes up to rest over your heart, as if that would slow the beating, “I’m sorry I didn’t see you there. I’ll go find somewhere else to sit.”
“You don’t have to.” The mysterious man hedges, taking another sip of his drink, “you could stay, it’s just me here.”
Smiling in thanks you sit back down, getting comfortable in the booth again. “Can I ask you a question?”
Byunghee raises an eyebrow at you before nodding, “you may.”
“Why do you have sunglasses on in a dark club?” You ask, bringing your drink to your lips again.
To your surprise, he laughs at your question, “would you like me to take them off?”
You nod silently and watch him expectantly as he reaches up and pulls his dark sunglasses off, exposing his eyes to you.
He shrugs, “no big deal. Now it’s only fair that I get to ask you a question.”
“You just did ,” you remind, turning your body to face him, “but, shoot.”
“Can you come closer?”
You blanch at his request, your body freezing up, “mmhh?”
He doesn’t repeat it. Byunghee simply puts his hand up and beckons you towards him, his patience waning.
Looking down you scooch down the bench closer to him, his scent invading the air around you as you move even closer.
G.O’s hand goes beneath your chin, pushing your face up with his index and middle finger. Your heart begins to pound loudly in your ears as he leans down to you, his nose purposefully brushing against yours.
Your breathing deepens and you close your eyes as his lips lightly pass over yours so that they’re almost barely touching.
“You smell amazing,” he speaks against your mouth before kissing you for real, his mouth pressing down on yours harder and his tongue slipping in between your parted lips. His hand cups your cheek and he continues to lead, turning your head slightly so that he could explore the wet cavern of your mouth thoroughly, without missing a spot.
Unconsiously falling deeper, you moan into the kiss and place your hand on his arm, attempting to get closer as his hand moves to the back of your neck, granting you your previous wish.
G.O bites your bottom lip slightly, playfully as he pulls away to catch his breath and let you catch yours. You keep your eyes shut afraid that if you opened them, then you would find that this was all a dream.
“Yah,” he whispers, as to not ruin the moment, “open your eyes.”
You oblige, your eyes opening after a few seconds and meeting his sweltering gaze. “What’s your name?”
You tell him you name and then smile at the sound of it rolling off his tongue, your name never sounding so pretty until he said it.
“Do you want to get out of here?” G.O asks suddenly, he wants to see you outside the scenery of the club, get to know you better, treat you better than a one night stand.
You nod without hesitation, but your eyes narrow before you could get out of the booth, “and after?”
He smiles at your apprehension, picking up his shades from the table, “Well of course I’ll have to see you again. Or get the name of your perfume, at least.”