#ghanbyul

[ghjinyoung-blog]

I want the K

kiss kiss fall in love - still accepting

18. forceful kiss

one hand raises while the other reaches out, arm encircling her waist to tug her forcefully against his chest. it’s unlike him, or is it? he hasn’t known what’s ‘him’ since he was taken, experimented on and changed. is he even him anymore? what’s to say this isn’t exactly what the new him does. he ponders it as the raised hand cups her cheeks, thumb delicately tracing over her cheekbone. it’s a moment of delicacy among the forceful actions, but it soon falls away as his hand slides to the back of her head, fingers threading through the soft, long strands of hair. a rough grip at the roots pulls her head closer. his eyes search hers for a second before he captures her lips, plump and red, with his own, a hard, yet gentle kiss. tiers fit with tiers and the world slows around them. after a moment he breaks away, eyes once again locking on hers. the moment lingers, dissipating ever so slowly, until they’re left only with their heavy breath. 

[ghjiyong-blog]

I want the K

1: Hot, Steamy kiss

            There was a time he was weak... but he was happy.

                         Because he had his guardian angel by his side.

  The footsteps of the doves echoed behind them, as Jiyong who had speed, scouted out in front. His girlfriend, soon to be fiance if she agrees to the ring in his pocket, was covering them on the back.

  Hanbyul’s gang had been blindsided by the doves, and while the rest of her competent team was able to escape their fast closing in net, the weaker Jiyong could not. Thus, his girlfriend had stayed behind with him, as they frantically searched for a way out.

  They managed to evade the doves after some running, Jiyong efficiently hacking into their communications to find the best possible route of escape.

 He stole a boat from the marina where they escaped to, and quickly sailed out towards the river. 

  Perhaps it was the leftover adrenaline, or the fact that he was thankful they were both sound, he pushed Hanbyul to the wall of the cabin. His lips thanking her for as always taking care of him. He paused a moment, turning off the motor of the boat, allowing it to drift slowly in the river. Then, he returned to her lips, needier this time.

  They crashed down onto the bed of the cabin, his hands roaming her bare flesh as he pushed her fabric of her top upwards, their lips never parting.

Night gave way to dawn, as the naked lovebirds still inhabited the stolen boat, and as the first gentle rays of the sun fell on his lover’s flawless features, he made a decision that would change his life forever. 

He searched for his pants on the floor and pulled out the ring. Getting down on one knee, he nervously asked. “Marry me?”

He never received the answer to that question.