Chan- I hover over Chan as my lips encase his, drowning out his moan as I push against his chest. My hands rest next to his head, holding me over him. My lips leave his as I kiss down to his jaw, his breathing heavy as he closes his eyes to completely feel every touch of my lips. I kiss to where his jaw meets his neck, biting it gently as I breathe through my nose. Chan sucks in a breath as his back arches off the couch, his hip bones digging into mine making me let out a gasp. I pull away to look into his eyes, my eyes wide as my body continues to tingle due to the sensations my hips had just gone through.
“Chan, please do that again.” I beg him as I lean back down, biting his jaw harder and getting the same result.
I smirk at him as I lick my lips. “Well this is a fun spot to tease.”
Donghun- Donghun falls onto the bed, me falling on top of him without our lips leaving each other’s. Our kisses were messy as he scoots us further on the bed to where we were fully laying on it. I dig my knees into his hips as I hover over him, pulling my lips away just for him to follow them and pull me back in. One of my hands reach down to his neck, lightly scratching it all the way down to his chest. Donghun moans as his back arches off the bed, his stomach meeting mine. He opens his eyes after his back rests back on the bed, a smirk framing his face as he grabs my side, flipping us over to where he is now on top.
“Can you do that for me, Princess?” He asks as he pushed his thumb against my ribs, earning him his desired wish as my stomach meets his.
Donghun chuckles darkly as he leans his head to my neck. “That’s a good girl.”
Byeongkwan- I push Byeongkwan onto the couch, hovering over his hips as I push his hands above his head, kissing him heavily. His hands squeeze around mine as he kisses me back, introducing his tongue to mine. His tongue slides against mine as it plays with it gently. I release one of his hands and trail my fingers across his wrist and arm, reaching his hair. I dig my fingers into his blonde hair, tugging it roughly. His back arches, his hips digging into my stomach as his lips fall away from mine as I pull his head back to reveal his neck. I lick my teeth as I lean down to bite his throat, making him whine.
“Your body is responsive.” I whisper to him as he breathes out shakily as I continue to attack his neck and bites and kisses. “I like it.”
Jun- Jun pulls my hips, his lips finding mine as his hands lift me onto the bed and onto his lap. One hand slides up my back as it reaches my neck, pushing me closer to him. He slowly falls until his back rests against the sheets, our lips never leaving each other’s. I lift my body off his, hovering over him as I bite his lip, pulling it, licking it before placing my lips fully on his. I reach my hand down to his hip, pressing my thumb against it, making his lips leave mine. His back arches off the bed, his stomach reaching my chest as he lets out a strangled groan, a gasp leaving me at his body contact.
“Oh baby.” I giggle as his body slowly falls back to the bed in heavy breathes. “I didn’t know you liked that.”
I press his body again, making him arch again, making me smirk at this new found secret.
Seyoon- It was early in the morning and Seyoon and I had just woken up. Our small kiss had slowly turned into a heavy make out, me climbing on top of him to hover over his shirtless form. I trail my fingers up his chest reaching his face to hold it in my hands as I keep his head stable to kiss him. I slowly pull away, making him arch his back off the bed with a whine of protest.
“We have to leave for work.” I remind him as I kiss his neck, his back resting back against the covers.
He hums as his hands find my back. “I don’t want to.” He says as he flips us over, making us both late for work.
Dreams swirl around my mind peacefully, the night passing by without me even knowing it. That is until I feel fluttering kisses on the back of my neck where my hair had been swept aside to rest on one side of neck.
My eyes open slightly to the menstruations but my mind is still groggy and my eyelids drift closed again, demanding more sleep.
The menstruations don't stop however, instead they grow more persistent and more drawn out against my skin.
My eyes open again, this time staying open. The room is dark except for the soft light of the moon shining through the curtains. The clock on my nightstand reads 4:03 AM.
Confused, I slowly turn my head to see the cause of my sleep being interrupted. My gaze being met by my husbands dark, hazy eyes that sparkle in the dim light of our bedroom.
"What are you doing up?" I mumble, my voice sounding gravely from sleep. "You should be resting, you just got home this morning."
Byeongkwan smiles down at me softly. "I guess I 've just missed you."
He had been gone for a few months on a business trip. We were the type of couple that did everything together throughout our two years of marriage. We truly just enjoyed each others company and chatter throughout the days events. But him being away for so long left a gap in our hearts that wasn't fully filled until he returned. His flight home arrived at midnight that night and I had been there to greet him warmly. Despite our exhaustion, we stayed up until 1:30 talking before finally drifting off to sleep in each others arms.
Byeongkwan places a gentle kiss behind my ear, making me close my eyes again. His kisses warm and gentle against my skin. My eyes open widely when I feel his fingers slide beneath the hem of my pajama shirt. The sensation making me grab his wrist to stop him.
Byeongkwan stops his soft kisses and meets my eyes, "What's wrong?"
"You want to do this now?" I ask in disbelief. "Like, right now?"
Byeongkwan smiles down at me mischievously. "I was hoping we could, yes."
"Byeongkwan, it is 4 in the morning." I whisper yell, rolling fully onto my back. Which I immediately regretted when Byeongkwan only rested more of his weight on top of me.
"And?" Byeongkwan whispers, kissing my nose before his lips wander further down to my jaw where he licks a stripe down to my collarbones.
"It's too early for this." I say, trying to sound annoyed but my words were to breathy to be convincing.
"Then tell me to stop." Byeongkwan dares as he tugs at the skin of my collarbones, making me let out a whine and press his head deeper into my neck. Making him smirk against my hot skin.
"You're making it difficult." I groan, tugging his hair so he would meet my eyes. The action making him wince and suck in a breath which only makes the small fire in my stomach ignite even worse.
Byeongkwan's hand drifts underneath my shirt so that his fingers danced along my spine, making me lose my breath at the feel of his skin on mine.
"Just for a bit. Please, baby?" He begs, his dark eyes pleading with me.
He bends his head down to kiss my neck, grazing the sensitive spots with his teeth before planting a gentle kiss there. Making me groan against his shoulder in frustration.
"Please." Byeongkwan begs again. His voice barely heard and more so felt underneath my jaw.
I let out a shaky sigh, making Byeongkwan meet my eyes with a smirk. "Is that a yes?
"I hate you." I whisper before opening my mouth against his neck to harshly bite the skin there. Making him let out a breath as he buried his head in my pillow to keep his sounds to a minimum.
Byeongkwan takes the back of my neck and pulls away from me slowly. A steady flame now blazing behind both of our eyes. The thought of sleeping long gone.
"Can I kiss you?" He whispers against my lips, his mouth grazing mine teasingly.
I don't answer with words, but rather I pull his head down to close the small gap between us. The kiss was slow and gentle, the slowness letting our minds register every single sensation that happened. Every breath breathed, every touch that lingered underneath clothing, every soft moan that was uttered against our mouth, our mind was able to catch all of it and feel all of it. And that feeling didn't stop until the sun had well risen in the sky.
I sit at my desk at my office job staring mindlessly at the screen. My eyes unfocused. My brain unwilling to concentrate.
I rub my neck to release some of the sore tension only to wince. My heartbeat picks up from the memory of who left the dark bruises that litter my neck and several areas of my body. All of them covered with either makeup or clothing.
“Are you sore today, baby?” A familiar cocky voice whispers in my ear, making me jump.
I spin around in my chair to meet Chan’s dark eyes, a smirk on his lips. I sigh and glare at him.
“What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be working.” I hiss at him, spinning my chair back around so my back faced him. Hoping it hid the fact my face was red.
“Actually, I was hoping me and you could talk.” He whispered.
I scan the offices in front of me. Everyone had their head down working, their fingers typing on the keyboards quickly.
“We have a meeting in an hour, Chan. I don’t think now is the time.” I say in dismissal. Hoping he would leave. Even though my heart pulled toward having alone time with him.
Chan sighs and whispers, “Just a minute? Please? Meet me in the janitor’s closet in five.”
I turn to answer but Chan is already gone. Walking quickly for the closet.
I sit back in my chair and let out a groan. Honestly thinking about just blowing him off. I let my finger trace my collarbone lightly, a twinge of pain shooting up my neck. The makeup hid a lot of the damage, but the memories and the feelings didn’t.
I had always had a crush on Chan. When I started this office job I liked him almost from the start. He was sweet and helpful. Slowly, our relationship turned more and more into a friendship. A close one.
I would go sit at his desk and laugh and joke with him to pass the time when we both had nothing else to do. We annoyed our workmates no end. But that never stopped us.
Then last night something switched with us. My car had broke down and Chan offered me a ride home. Nothing weird about that. I had ridden with Chan before. I blared music loudly and he sang along with me as we drove to my apartment.
Insisting on making sure I got inside okay, Chan followed me inside my building and up to my apartment door. Once the key was in the lock I turned to him, wishing him goodnight.
Chan nodded, but didn’t move. His eyes staying on mine for much longer than needed. And when his lips met mine I didn’t try to stop him. Or when he unlocked the door and pulled us inside, ending in very little sleep and making us late for work.
My five minutes up I stood and walked to the janitors closet. I open the door to have Chan pull me inside quickly, the room dark and smelling like cleaning products.
“You can’t think of a better place to talk?” I grumble as I almost trip over a mop bucket. Making Chan reach his arms out to my waist to steady me.
“There isn’t anywhere else here and you know it.” He points out, his voice deep.
I sigh and pull away from his grasp slightly. But his fingertips still held on to my suit coat jacket.
“Chan, about last night-“ I start out nervously, keeping my voice low.
“Don’t.” Chan cuts me off. “Don’t tell me it was a mistake.” He whispers. His pitch almost a yell.
“Then what was it?” I press. “Because whatever it was happened awfully fast.”
I can’t see Chan very well. But I can see his shadow as he rakes his fingers through his dark hair roughly, a heavy sigh escaping his mouth.
“Maybe it was us realizing how much we’ve meant to each other.” He whispers, but I can barely hear him.
I can’t speak, my words frozen in my throat. Thankfully, I don’t have to.
“We’ve worked here for what? Five years now? And we’ve talked everyday and done almost everything together. I’ve-“
Chan stops, his voice shaking slightly.
I feel his arms encase my waist again, pulling me a fraction closer to him so the next sentence can be felt against my skin.
“I’ve had feelings for you for awhile. And I got carried away last night. But you didn’t seem to mind. And I just— I want you. I want you more than a friend.”
I suck in a breath, feeling my head get dizzy. The closer too small and the heat from Chan’s body too much but strangely comforting. The pieces start to fall into place before me. All the times Chan would get jealous when I would talk to fellow co-workers. The times he would text me nonstop when I wasn’t at work because i was sick. Or the looks he gave me when he thought I wasn’t looking. The ones that were almost sad but held something behind them I never could think of. But I guess he had always had a crush on me too.
“Chan-“ I whisper.
“Can I kiss you?” He whispers, stepping a little closer to me.
“You do move fast.” I tease, drawing a chuckle out of him.
“Chan, are you sure?” I ask weakly.
Chan rests his head against mine as he answers, “I was sure last night.”
I smile as my fingers find his hair, “I guess I was too.” I reciprocate.
Chan’s lips crash into mine, making me suck in a breath from the impact. His hands come to my face and hold me there. His lips moving slowly and deliberately as they encase mine. My heart flutters in my chest as I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him close to me.
His teeth hold my bottom lip carefully as his tongue runs along it, making me press myself close to him.
I pull away from his lips to trace my own down his neck, drawing several shuttering breaths from him as my lips find the bruises I had left along the expanse of his neck.
Chan gently steps back several steps until my back is against the wall as he pushes me against it roughly while pulling my chin up to get access to my neck. I let out several quiet moans into his ear as his lips trace my neck and collarbone, his breath hot and fast against my skin.
I let out a gasp, however, when I feel his fingers go down to my thigh, holding it tightly. His thumb tracing where the hem of my skirt ended.
“Chan,” I whisper between breathes. “We’ve been gone almost ten minutes. We’re going to get caught.”
Chan lets out a heavy sigh and pulls away. His lips brushing mine as he whispers, “What do you say we skip the meeting today and go have our own one-on-one?”
I let out a chuckle against his mouth as I press my lips to his. “Fine. My uniform isn’t going to cover these new marks anyway.”
Chan quickly leans down and bites my jaw roughly, drawing out a whimper from me as I grip his shirt.
“You definitely won’t be able to cover that one.” He whispers darkly in my ear, letting his tongue run down my ear.
“I wonder who’s fault that is.” I say, letting my hands run down his back.
Chan pulls away from me, his hand resting on the doorknob as he says, “Oops.”
I laugh as I leave the room a few minutes later to go to my desk and grab my things. Chan already gone and waiting for me outside.
I lay in bed watching TV to calm down from my long day at work. The sounds of Korea bustling outside could be heard faintly over the sound of the TV. Cars passing, sirens going off, occasionally the sound of someone’s loud laugh making its way up to be heard from our bedroom.
I had the sheets pulled off me, my skin on fire. It was July in Korea and even though the sun was gone the heat still lingered. The AC unit having a hard time keeping up to keep our apartment cool.
The door to the bedroom opens as Donghun comes in. His hair still wet from taking a cool shower moments ago.
“Why is it so hot in here?” He asks, fanning his clean T-Shirt against his skin to create a breeze.
I turn the TV off and sigh, “The AC is trying to keep up.” I say as I lean my head back against the pillows and close my eyes.
I only have them closed for a brief moment when I feel hot breath fan over my left calf, making my eyes come open quickly.
I open my eyes in time to see Donghun hovering over my legs as he places a soft kiss on my leg.
“What are you doing?” I ask, wishing my voice didn’t crack as much as it did.
Donghun meets my eyes, a glazed over look in them. “You look good right now, baby.”
I feel my heart lurch in my chest. His comment referring to the red silk shorts and tank top I had chosen to sleep in.
“It’s hot out, and I’m sweaty.” I shoot at him, narrowing my eyes.
Donghun rests his knee on the bed, still hovering over my legs. “You’ve forgotten, haven’t you?”
I give him a puzzled look which makes him chuckle as he leaves a harsh bite against my thigh, making me suck in a breath. His lips wonder across my legs, his hand running down my thigh to occasionally dig his nails in and leave red grooves.
His lips travel up my legs to my stomach until he reaches my collarbone, gently biting at the skin there.
“This is what you wore on our honeymoon, princess.” He whispers against my ear, making my eyes widen.
He pulls away to look into my eyes, his dark eyes glossy as his hands wonder down my ribs. I wrap my arms around his neck as he kisses my mouth for a long time, my head spinning when he pulls away.
“You’ve forgotten something too.” I whisper against his mouth as I kiss down to his neck.
Donghun let’s out a mixture between a hum and a groan as I whisper in his ear, “You forgot how out of breath you were for all of our honeymoon.”
Donghun bites down on my shoulder before taking my face in his hands as he whispers, “Maybe you should remind me, princess.”
A/N: I left the ending open for a part two. Hopefully it should be out soon.
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I step out of the car into the cool night air. The large slit in my dress that extend to my thigh show my leg generously as I step out of the car.
I smooth my hair down for the millionth time. Not used to it being up in quite such an elegant due. Crowds of people walk up the elegant mansion steps, all of them reminding me of porcelain dolls with how perfect they looked. The men in crisp suits and the woman in beautiful dresses.
“Stop looking so nervous.” A soft female voice comes through in my ear, making me jump slightly. “You look stunning.”
“She’s more than stunning, Ara. She looks hot!” Another voice says over the speaker.
“Changmin, focus on the job.” A deeper voice growls.
“Sorry, Daejung.” Both voices apologize solemnly. Clearly defeated.
I chuckle over the banter going on in my ear. Those were my teammates. We weren’t just a team, but a family.
We are known as the K4. 4 Of A Kind.
A group organized in stealing. Stealing Diamonds to be exact. Those places everyone said were impossible to break into, the places that had high security and motion detectors and cameras everywhere we left bare by morning. The only thing left in the cases once containing the crowned Diamond was replaced with a gold poker chip with four spades and a heart engraved on it. Our signature. Our tell.
We were the spades, the diamond our heart.
We moved from city to city perfecting our burglary. Our faces and looks always changing with the city. Our path swept clean and untraceable. The cops never could find us no matter how hard they tried. We had begun to think they had come to admire us in a way. Our prize tonight? A mansion with a wealthy investor as its owner. Who just so happened to own something we had been desperately wanting since we started our profession six years ago.
A red diamond. Also known as Fancy Reds. This gentleman was loaded. He owned a necklace with a row of four diamonds placed inside it.
Call it diamond fever, but we wanted it from the moment we knew he had it. And it just so happened he was holding an open house party to celebrate finding four of these rare beauties. And his diamond was the highlight of the show. He wasn’t exactly smart for showing off his possessions but we weren’t going to argue.
I smoothed down my red dress and tried not to fall over in my black high heels as i ascended up the stairs.
“You all have visual, right?” I ask under my breath into the mic placed in my right ear.
“We’re all set.” Ara confirmed. She was our brains of the group. She was a hacker and got us into wherever we needed to go. She controlled anything and everything she wanted to with her laptop.
“I’m ready.” Changmin answers. He was the youngest of the group. But he was our handy mole. He was small so he fit into almost every air vent and tight space possible. He also was freakishly strong for being small in size.
“Don’t screw this up.” Daejung teased in my ear. Daejung was our oldest. He was the voice of reason and often the one girls ogled over. But he was also our equipment man. He made everything we needed for every job. We almost never had to buy things for our jobs. Which made us even harder to trace for the cops.
And then there was me. I was the one that made everyone comfortable at parties. I got peoples trust and respect before taking what we really wanted. I also was the one assigned changing roles in our jobs. I was a secretary in one job, a business woman in the next, a wealthy investor, a researcher. Name it, I’ve probably played the role once or twice.
Tonight, I was a wealthy investor. One that the man that owned the diamond knew well. And per usual, I had dressed the part.
My red low cut dress was the most flattering and fancy thing I had ever worn. It hugged my waist bringing out the curve and muscle but then flowed down elegantly to my ankles, almost dragging the floor. A slit that came up to my thigh added to the flare of the dress.
Daejung was in a sharp cut suit and already inside. He was my backup in case something went wrong. I let out a sigh and stepped inside the mansion. The room loud with people talking and laughing. Waiters in crisp white shirts and vests carried around trays of champagne and shrimp.
In the center of the room was a large glass case with blue lights radiating from it. Inside it, the fancy reds.
I smirk as I make my way down the steps leading inside the house. My job of surveying the house and checking out exits with Daejung would be a walk in the park with the diamonds sitting right in the middle of the room like that.
“To your right is the owner of the mansion and his wife.” Daejung says through the mic in my ear. I glance over to see a man in his sixties standing next to his wife. Who looked to be at least twenty or younger.
“Yikes.” I mutter under my breath. Making Ara snort.
I take a glass of champagne from a waiter and go sit down at a bar stool at the far end of the room, surveying the land.
“I don’t see much security.” I whisper, checking to make sure no one heard me.
“Because there barely is any.” Changmin answers. “This guy has the rarest diamonds in the world and he’s an idiot with them.”
I stifle a laugh and see Deajung in the far corner of the room doing the same.
“So your telling me this is an easy job?” I ask, excitement coursing through me.
“Very easy.” Daejung answers as he starts to talk around the large crowded room.
I smirk and start doing the same. Mixing in with the large crowds and acting my part. I pull away from one conversation with a group of people and smile into my mic.
“Very interesting. They don’t live here.”
“They don’t live here?” Ara repeats, “What is this place then?”
“One of their three mansions they own in the state.” I whisper as I make my way back to the bar where it was less crowded.
“They’re only showing off the diamonds here for tonight and then moving them to one of their more secure mansions.”
“So... we’re moving the date to tonight? We’re taking these diamonds now?” Changmin asks, his excitement bleeding through his voice.
I smile as I finish off my drink and answer, “Start getting things ready.”
I hear several whoops of excitement as I sit at my stool for a moment longer, enjoying the moment.
“Daejung, you ready to go?” I ask. Silence answers me.
“Daejung?” I say again, my heart picking up in my chest.
I scan the room looking for my fellow teammate when my eyes spot him. He stands in the corner of the room, his sharp jaw set firmly and his eyes staring straight ahead. A waiter stands beside him, his arm draped over Daejung’s shoulder. A smirk on his face.
I suck in a breath and curse under my breath.
“What’s wrong?” Ara and Changmin ask me in unison.
“We’re idiots that’s what’s wrong.” I growl under my breath as I rub my eyes.
“All of the waiters have masks on. And Daejung is held up by one of them right now.” I say as I continue to watch Daejungs ever tightening muscles.
“Wait... why is that bad?” Changmin asks.
“Because the waiter is Seyoon. Which means A.C.E was here before us.” I answer, a feeling of defeat and annoyance washing over me.
A.C.E was a rival group of thieves that had been hot on our tails since a job we had in Chicago four years ago. They got to the diamond before us, we stole it back from them. You could say there’s bad blood between us. Their leader especially worried me.
“He isn’t there...is he?” Ara asks, her voice weak.
I think back to the past two hours we had spent at the party. We had a feeling they would be here but didn’t think they would show up to the party. A memory flashes in my mind of when I had been talking to a group of investors and I felt something brush up against my back. I had turned to see who it was but only saw one of the waiters with a try in hand walking in the opposite direction. I had foolishly shrugged off the brush as an accident.
I let out a long sigh and lean against the bars counter for support.
“He is.” I answer gravely.
As I sit there I can now easily spot the other members. The closest to me was Jun, Chan was at the other end of the room placing drinks on a table, and Byeongkwan at the other end of the room standing motionless. His eyes surveying the area carefully.
My heart sped up when I didn’t see their leader. Because either he was busy somewhere else or...
“Have you missed me?” A voice whispers in my ear free of the mic.
Or he was close enough to me I couldn’t see him.
I let out a sigh and flick my eyes over to see a pair of dark, dragon like eyes staring back at me through his silver mask. A smirk on his full lips.
“And here I was hoping you wouldn’t come.” I retort. Keeping locked on his eye gaze.
Donghun’s smirk widens as he takes my arm and helps me up off the bar stool.
“We need to talk.” He says in a low voice so only I hear him.
“Please, take out your earpiece. I’m too young to hear this kind of talking.” Changmin begs in my ear.
“No! Keep it in! He might say something we need to know.” Ara argues, clearly excited.
“She can tell us when she gets back! But I for one don’t want to hear him flirt with her. Besides, she’s not defenseless.” Changmin whines.
“Changmin, you’re insufferable.” Ara argues, making Changmin go into a rant with her.
I turn off the earpiece in my ear as Donghun pulls me through the crowd to a more private space.
Changmin was right, I wasn’t defenseless. Knowing that much made me calmer, but what had to happen for it to work made my heart race.
“Put this on over your lipstick.” Daejung had told me as I got ready in a hotel bathroom before the party.
“What? Why?” I ask, right before Daejung stabs a long needle into my neck, making me cry out.
“Ow!” I holler, “What the heck was that?!” I ask irritability, rubbing my neck.
“An antidote to what you’re going to put on your lips.” He told me with a smirk.
“Now what did you make?” I ask, smiling a little.
“It’s a sedative.” Daejung tells me as he hands me a pink lipgloss container. “Put this over your lips. It should stay on until you wash your makeup off later. It will induce sleep for 15 minutes to anyone you get it on. But it has to be on their lips. It will take about three minutes to kick in. I just gave you the antidote so it won’t effect you.”
“Why do you think I will need this?” I ask as I start to apply the thin gloss to my lips.
“Because if you know who is there, you’re going to need it.” Daejung tells me, his smirk growing wider.
At that time a blush had spread onto my face and neck, but now I wasn’t think Daejung’s idea was so dumb after all.
Donghun pulls me onto an empty balcony outside. The cool night air feeling glorious on my hot skin. I let out a sigh as I lean against the railing, my body temperature slowly coming down.
Donghun shuts the door behind us and removes his mask from his face. I get a full view of him now. He wore the same outfit all the other waiters did. A white dress-shirt and black vest. He had undone two of the buttons on his dress shirt, showing part of his chest and collarbone. His silver hair was slicked back sharply, showing every feature of his tan face.
“You just can’t help but follow us around.” I sneer at him, genuinely annoyed.
“We were here first tonight.” Donghun shoots back. “You and your little team always show up where you aren’t wanted.”
I cross my arms over my chest, trying to ignore how Donghun’s eyes flicked down my body when I did that.
“We wouldn’t have this problem if you would go somewhere else.” I retort. My voice less annoyed now than I wanted it to be.
Donghun lets out a chuckle and takes a few steps toward me. “Do you really want me to go somewhere else?” He asks, his voice dropping several octaves.
“It would be nice.” I reply weakly. His stepping closer making me nervous.
“Really?” He asks again, his body only inches from mine now.
“Really.” I answer, locking eyes with him.
“You wouldn’t miss our encounters? We seem to have a lot in common, you and I.” Donghun says, his fingers brushing against my jawline.
I suck in a breath from his touch but try to keep my voice steady. “I may not mind them so much if you weren’t always trying to take what we wanted.”
“Maybe I want something more than the diamonds you go for.” Donghun whispers, his fingers sliding down my waist to my thigh where the slit was.
“Like what?” I press, my palms resting on the balcony’s railing as I tilt my head up at him.
Donghun grabs my thigh harshly and pulls me against him until there was no space between us as his other hand takes the back of my neck and pulls me closer to his lips.
“Are you brave enough to find out?” He whispers darkly, his lips brushing mine but his eyes locked with my own.
I smirk as I take his hand that was on my thigh and maneuver it until it was underneath the dress and rested fully on my upper thigh. His muscles tensing as his thumb rubs circles on my skin.
I weave my fingers through his hair before whispering,
“Try me.” My words a challenge and not a request.
Donghun smirks as he pushes his lips against mine. His body keeping me against the railing and him. His mouth moving against mine quickly and slowly all at once.
I place my hands on either side of his face to deepen the kiss, his hand moving up my bare thigh roughly as he pulls me against him.
Donghun bites my lip harshly, making me let out a moan as my hands slide around his neck. He smirks against my lips as he starts trailing kisses down to my neck.
“God, you look so good right now.” Donghun growls as he bites my neck but at the same time grips my leg tighter, making me shutter.
I bite Donghun’s ear, making him let out a moan from deep in his chest and hold on to the railing with his hand that wasn’t on my leg for support.
“I look better without the dress on.” I whisper darkly in his ear. My breath and words making him shutter as his claims my lips again.
I release his lips to leave a series of harsh bites along his jaw and neck, making him let out several gasp and groans as his head falls back to give me more access. His hand that was on my thigh gripped it hard enough I was positive there was a bruise forming there where his fingers pressed against my skin.
I rest my tongue against a mark forming on Donghun’s neck when I feel him sway slightly. His grip on me loosening.
I pull away from him with a smirk, “You feeling okay, baby?” I ask, my voice innocent.
“I’m... fine.” Donghun slurs his eyes growing heavy. He only just gets the words out when he collapses onto the ground, his arms barely sitting him up.
“What... you do...” He whispers, his eyes unfocused.
I sigh and bend down to take his face in my hands. “You’re a little too trusting.” I tell him as I place one more kiss on his lips.
“Have fun explaining to the boys why you can’t walk.” I tell him with a smirk as I stand and go to leave the balcony.
I smirk as I head for the front door, Daejung already outside waiting. My lips are swollen and a bruise had begun to form on my neck but he says nothing as we walk a few blocks down and opens a black van door with Ara and Changmin waiting inside it.
They flood me with questions as I change out of my dress and wipe my makeup off quickly. Daejung has to quiet them down to run through our plan.
I climb out of the van to get in the drivers seat and start the engine. I drive by the mansion to see all of A.C.E coming down the mansions stairs. Donghun has a hold on Juns shoulder as they descend, his feet unsteady.
He looks up briefly and meets my eyes as I drive past, his eyes still not fully focused. I wave at him slightly as I go past, his eyes following us until we’re out of view.
I smile against my hand, a steady throb on my thigh reminding me of his touch. Something told me that wouldn’t be our last meet up. Especially over a diamond.
I awake to the sound of bird chirping in the distance, rousing me from my sleep.
I stretch out sleepily in bed before feeling a strong arm wrap around my waist, making me jump a little in surprise.
"Good morning." Seyoon whispers deeply into my shoulder, wrapping his arms tighter around my body.
"Hi," I saw softly, kissing his forehead.
"How did you sleep?" He asks, rolling himself up onto his elbow so that he hovered over my face.
I smirk up at him and adjust myself until I'm lying on my back before rubbing my hand up and down his shoulder and down his muscular back.
"Well enough." I whisper, letting one finger run down his jaw and down his neck. Making him tense slightly.
Seyoon smiles at me and leans in and lets his lips rest on mine briefly. It's a small kiss; but when he pulls away i see a flame in his eyes that wasn't there before. We stare at each others lips for a moment, then meet each others eyes, then back to each others lips. I smirk up at him before running my hand up his hair and pulling him down to meet my lips. His breath hitches slightly as the kiss deepens and he presses his body more against mine, trying to get leverage. Making me let out a small gasp from the pressure.
He bites my lower lip before letting his tongue drag down to my neck, making me hold onto him tighter and let out a soft moan against his shoulder.
Seyoon chuckles at the sound but continues planting small kisses along my collarbone and down my chest before meeting my eyes again.
"We don't have to be anywhere today, do we?" He asks, out of breath.
I prop myself up on one elbow letting my hand run down his bare chest before pushing him back against the bed so i could be on top this time before I whisper against his mouth, "No. No we do not." I reply before locking my lips with his again.
The movie plays out on the big screen TV in front of us, it’s screen going from light to dark with the changing scenes. But I was having a hard time paying attention in the very back row.
My boyfriend’s lips bit down on the skin under my jawline, making me hold onto the chairs armrests tighter.
“Seyoon,” I whisper, “You’re going to get us caught.”
Seyoon’s lips break away from my neck slightly, “There isn’t anyone in the theater.” He whispers as he peppers my neck in more kisses.
He was right. We had gone to see a late night movie and only a handful of people were in the theater. One of them was an older gentleman who I was pretty sure was sleeping and only waking up for the action scenes in the movie.
I let out a small moan and quickly cover my mouth to stifle the sound. Seyoon let’s out a deep chuckle against my ear.
“What’s the matter, baby?” He whispers, as he takes my thighs to move me closer to him.
Seyoon smiles at me sweetly, “You started it.” He points out. Referring to my hand that rested on his thigh.
I dig my nails into his thighs, making him let out a groan as I bring my lips to his ear, “Don’t make me finish it here.” Flicking his ear with my tongue, smirking when his head falls back against the seat.
A loud noise erupts from the speakers, making us both jump. Everyone else continues watching the movie unbothered.
I find myself watching the movie for a moment, distracted, before I feel Seyoon’s hand on my thigh. And since I had shorts on I didn’t miss the squeeze he gave me.
I look over at him, not missing the glossy look in his eyes. I smirk at him as I shift over to sit in his lap, making him wrap his arms around me.
“I thought you didn’t want to get caught.” He whispers, pulling me closer to him as his fingers found the hem of my shirt.
I run my fingers through his hair before whispering, “I’m curious to know how good you are at not making noise. I’ve already heard your vocal side with this.” I tell him as I lean in and kiss him on the lips.
The noise of the movie was drowned out as the kiss lingered, the taste of Seyoon’s lips that tasted like the popcorn he had been eating moments ago kept me there.
The ending credits role and it’s only then that Seyoon breaks away from me, his lips red and swollen and several dark bruises forming on his neck. His breathing heavy and uneven along with mine.
“We’ll finish this at home. Then I want all the noises from you.” He whispers darkly to me as he pulls me down the stairs and out the door of the theater to keep his promise.
"Byeongkwan!" I call over the sound of him strumming effortlessly on his new guitar.
He stops playing and looks up at me, "What?"
"It's late and you've been playing your guitar for three hours now." I say as i walk over to where he sat and started rubbing his shoulders gently, trying to ease some of the tension they held.
Byeongkwan sighs wearily and puts the guitar back in its case. "You're probably right." He whispers. Reaching up he takes my wrist in his hand and kisses it gently before bringing me around to face him and buries his face in my stomach.
I run my fingers through his hair gently, letting his black locks go through my fingers several times before i pull away from him slightly to readjust myself to sit in his lap.
"You really like playing, don't you?" I state as i wrap my arms around his shoulders and he wraps his arms around my waist.
He lets out a sigh and admits, "It keeps my mind busy. And hearing its tune relaxes me."
I nod my head before taking the hand he used to press down on the guitars strings in my hand. "One of your fingers has a small cut from playing so long." I say, gently running my thumb over his index finger.
Byeongkwan stares at me a moment before letting his chin rest on my shoulder, "Maybe i need your help to make it better." He says deeply.
I look at him, our noses brushing against each other as i say, "Is that so?"
I take his hand and press his knuckles to my lips before working my way to his thumb, then to his index finger. Byeongkwan sucks in a breath before letting it out and runs his free hand down my hair to sweep it to one side of my neck. Giving him access to move his lips more freely over my know bare neck.
I continue kissing each individual finger, my lips landing on each line made by the guitar strings. In some spots i would gently bite the skin around his finger, making him let out a breath against my neck. Making me blush.
I pull away after awhile and take his face in my hands, his lips are only inches from mine when i whisper darkly, "Is it better?"
Byeongkwan slides his hand under my shirt before whispering back, "Not yet,"
