𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄.
fmdjia·:
between han taeho’s grip and stare, he looked as if he was bound to promise her the word. right as they floated over the bigger part of their world; managers, stylists, camera directors and fellow idols. but glass always shattered somewhere in the background. “my phone is never off, you know. we don’t have to lose contact.” romance always passed him, the smile of intimacy suddenly feeling much like an illusion. “you know that i’d happily see you whenever, despite the time of the day. i’m ready to entertain you as long as you want until you occupy yourself with someone else that’s worth your attention.” just like they always ended. “i have to say, though, that we are leaving for brazil the upcoming month. maybe i’ll find you already occupied when i get back,” that’s what he was used to. no room to allow himself to think different, jia unable to process how could a gorgeous older woman want him. desperately trying to escape the boredom that washed over him. so focused on the first mentioned part that he completely ignored the fact - in the end it was her he came back to. always.
all she wanted was to wrap her fingers around his heart, and pull it out of his chest; to watch it beat, to feel its rhythm, and to protect it from any damage—it’s delicate flesh precious, and safe in her clutches. there was a peculiar responsibility she felt for him; one that surpassed all logic, but was an all-out necessity. was it his age? was it the sole fact that she not only found him to be a suitable mate, but also to be a man that needed her to guide him? the fondness she feels rivaling both that of lover, and friend, but instead of falling closer to either side, it stays center; its weight balanced, and oh-so special, and so bewildering. however, the closest that she’s ever going to get to understanding, or to owning his heart, is by pressing her lithe frame against his; by memorizing the pattern of his breaths, and humming to it in perfect harmony—him working as a metronome for her melody. the physical affection paired with the mellifluous timbre of his silken tenor made her feel at ease, and as she listened to him, she drank up each sound and digested it; readying herself to respond whenever he took a breath and allowed her to. “oh, sweetheart, trust me—there are more than likely PLENTY of old men who watch you, and feel those emotions for you, too.” she teased; her delicate elbow moving to nudge his side as she chuckled. “i feel like, though, that when you’re a woman in the entertainment business, you’re somewhat used to being treated like a piece of meat as opposed to a living, breathing human. it’s sad, but it’s true. i mean, aren’t we all dolled up so that people look at us, anyway?” she felt as though she was losing her train of thought, and she didn’t want to bore him, so she paused.
and he continued.
“well, not just ANYONE gets to experience something like this, or that, with me, so you should feel lucky!” the teasing coquetry in her tone obvious, but still jovial. “honestly, i think you’re being far too kind, and that you’re giving me way too much credit. i assure you that i’m not as interesting as i seem. as i mentioned before, to most, i’m probably just a barbie doll—a pretty face, and a superb body, but with no personality or emotions.” was it obvious that she had been dwelling on these thoughts for quite sometime now? more than likely, so she did her best to shake her head free from them. she had HIM to focus on, after all. however, when it was mentioned that he was filming with someone of the opposing sex, she couldn’t help but feel a wave of uncertainty ripple through her being, but she brushed it off; not allowing their rose-hued world to become stained with shades of chartreuse and olive. “sooyeon of wish? that’s sweet—she’s lucky that she was able to share some camera time with you. honestly, i don’t see the girls of wish much anymore. their schedule is always full, and ours isn’t all that empty either... it’s a shame—a lot of them are very special to me.” what he did next, though, was able to distract her from her spiraling imagination; his sensuality, and his attention on her, enough to pull her away from the caverns of her mind. “mmm,” she hummed; the overall lack of the type of affection that she received from him causing her to be extra sensitive, and extra receptive to his touch. were they moving too fast in this moment? was this risk of being found too dangerous? his hands cupping her face, and embracing her neck, kept her stable, and she hoped that she wouldn’t be the cause for any trouble for him.
however, instead of closing the gap between them with more intoxicating motions, he continued to speak, and his words couldn’t help but remind her of the distance between them; emotionally and physically. “yeah, i know. i just always worry that i’ll be interrupting you from more pressing matters. you could always reach out to me, too, you know. my phone’s never off either.” would he ever make the first move? that was a query that kept her up at night, and she was afraid that the answer was an inevitable ‘no.’ “i—i don’t understand what you mean by that. why would i be ‘occupied’ with someone else?” befuddled, she listened as he further explained himself, and instead of it solving her problems, it only exacerbated them. she didn’t want to become upset, though. maybe she was merely misinterpreting what he meant. “why do you keep saying that? truly, i don’t understand... have i been giving you the wrong impression?” without saying it out-right, suran’s been convinced that she’s been obviously giving him preferential treatment out of all of her peers. “i wouldn’t be wanting to spend so much time with you if i wanted anyone else, taeho. i wouldn’t have come searching all across lotte world FOR YOU if i wanted to spend time with anyone else.” she masked her annoyance with a smile, then leaned into kiss his cheek. “so, why don’t we just enjoy one another like we normally do, hmm? let’s just... seize the moment,” and with that, she finally broke free from her inhibitions and pressed their mouths together; her heart beating hard against her chest as if it wanted to escape and land within his.
