Characters : Super Junior’s Heechul || OC [gender neutral]
Genre : Slice of life, fluff (?)
Requested by: Anon
written for the 100+ followers event
Kim Heechul was a dangerous man; at least that was what everyone had told you when you had been employed by Label SJ to help manage his activities. You'd done your fair bit of research by watching is performances, his work as a radio jockey, as a television host as well as his interviews. You had full knowledge of his infamous sharp tongue and his ability to call people out on their bullshit. Why they had put you in charge of one of the most intimidating members of Super Junior, you were not entirely sure, but you were terrified to actually meet the man.
Which was why your first two weeks at Label SJ went by smoothly, you simply had to schedule things, hand it to his manager and monitor Heechul’s activities from the office. You were always on standby incase there were any PR disasters but Heechul was a veteran and caused just enough trouble to stay out of trouble and still have his fun. You never really managed to speak to people in direct contact with Heechul himself, but when you asked anyone else, they squeaked, terrified.
“He’s scary as hell.”
“Someone told me he near broke his dorm down when he was angry.”
“One of the substitute managers said that he was such a diva.”
The image of this terrifying man known as Kim Heechul built in your head and now, when the manager called in sick, you were sent to meet Heechul and you were pretty sure you would pee your pants the next second. Holding a hard copy of his schedule, you drove over to his place to pick him up before heading towards his first schedule. He was special MC for Inkigyo and you needed to get him to the stylist before heading out to the studio.
You found Kim Heechul standing outside his apartment building looking grumpy and dishevelled. A shiver ran through your spine at the thought of dealing with a grumpy Heechul. He clambered into the car and grunted a greeting, not even bothering to see that there was a change in his managers.
“You’re new.” his voice piped up from behind his mask as you squeaked a ‘yes’ and your introduction in response. There was more silence that followed as you navigated your way through the streets of Seoul hoping not to make any missteps so as to anger Kim Heechul. You flinched when he called your name.
“We’re here. You can stop the car there.” his voice was still gruff with sleep as your hurried after him into the stylist’s place. He spun around and frowned at you, making you freeze with your eyes wide open. Oh dear god. What did you do now?
“Why have you been looking at me like I’m going to set you on fire?” he asked as you gulped, unsure as to how to answer “well?” he questioned further.
“Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.” you mumbled, looking down at your feet and he barked out a laugh.
“Is that so? And what do you believe?” he asked as you shrugged.
“I am not sure really. I think I’m more worried about what I don’t know.So right now I’m terrified.” you replied honestly as he shot you one of his signature smiles.
“Alright then. Let’s get going. Wouldn’t want to be late.” he turned to enter the stylist’s place. You followed closely going over the route to the studio on your phone and soon you were back in the car driving there.
“Stop the car for a moment.” Heechul said as you slammed your foot on the brake causing the car to halt before turning to him.
“I’m hungry.” he stated as he unbuckled himself from his seat as you shook your head.
“There is a Starbucks close by, I’ll get you something. What will you have?” you asked as he held his hand up and was halfway out of the car before entirely vanishing. You jumped out and scrambled around, looking around for Heechul but you simply couldn’t spot the man. You sighed, leaning against the car. You had lost your temperamental celebrity and now the management at Label SJ would sack you.
“Ya! Here you go.” his voice called out you as you spun around to see Heechul hurrying over with a large paper bag. He handed it over to you before clambering into the car. You took a peek inside to see a styrofoam cup of coffee, a sandwich, and a pastry. This wasn’t awful, why was everyone telling you this man was awful? In fact, this was the exact opposite of awful. Stunned, you stuck your head into the car and saw Heechul taking a bite out of his own sandwich.
“Why?” you gaped and he grinned in response.
“You said I was the bad guy. I just like proving you wrong. Now eat, we still have time to get to the studio.”
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How to be Awkward at a Strip Club[Kai, Lay, Xiumin, Donghae] ||1||
Characters : Kai, Lay, Xiumin, Donghae || OC
It was all a part of an initiation test
Minah was thrown into a strip club
All hell breaks loose following that.
Stripper Au , reverse harem
Rating : M
“You have to do this.” Dambi’s voice yelled over the thumping bass as Minah gaped at her shaking her head violently and making a beeline for the exit. Dambi’s strong grip around her wrist made her halt yet again.
“Dambi, there is no way in hell I’m doing this. I’ve never been inside one of these!” Minah tried shaking her senior’s hand of by violently shaking her arm.
“You need to stop calling a strip club ‘these’,” Dambi shook her head amused at Minah’s sheer discomfort due to her surroundings “it’s not a big deal, you walk in, watch a show, seduce the one you like the best and take him home.”
“How the heck is this ‘not a big deal’?!” Minah raised her fingers and drew air quotes “I can’t seduce anybody, let alone a stripper!” she shuddered “isn’t there any other way through this?” Minah sighed as Dambi shook her head.
“If you want to be a part of the Omega crew, you need to pass the test.”
“Did you do this as well?” Minah raised her eyebrow as Dambi nodded proudly.
“Of course I did, I did damn well too. Plus I’m now one of their best customers.”
Suddenly the beaded curtain parting the interiors of the club and the little lobby where the two were standing was thrown open and a fair, effeminate man with an almost evil smirk made his way out. His eyes fell on Dambi and the smirk broke out into a smile.
“Miss Dambi, welcome back! Will it be the usual?”
Dambi waved her hand “Hey Heechul. It won’t be for me. It’s for my friend here. Send her your finest won’t you?”
Minah gulped as Heechul’s eyes surveyed her before clearing his throat “So, no Xiumin for you? She can sit in the general performance. I’m sure the boys will know what to do.” He said with a devious smirk that Dambi reflected before placing her hand on the small of Minah’s back and pushing her past the beaded curtains.
“Have fun, I know you will!” she sang.
“I hate you very much.”
The music seemed louder as Minah felt the floor vibrate under her feet. She jumped when she saw Heechul’s Cheshire-like smile appear beside her as he guided her towards what looked like an extremely large stage which was quite empty. The music slowly died down as a group of ladies who had parked themselves by the stage sighed deeply and got up from their seats.
“I hope you like classy dancers.” Heechul whispered as Minah raised her eyebrow at him. She wasn’t much of a dancer herself, choosing to admire good dancers instead. She nodded as Heechul nodded back as more customers began to file in and place themselves around her. Her teeth sunk into her lip and her fingers curled up into a fist as she screwed her eyes shut hoping to god this would get over as soon as it began. Then again, she had to bring along one of these men back home and god knows what would happen after that.
“How the fuck does one seduce a man?” she mumbled as a hush fell over the crowd of thirsty ladies around her. A low jazz tune caressed her ears making the floor tremble, it was extremely unexpected as her closed eyes opened and widened.
They flowed onto the dimly lit stage. Flowed was the only word that could be used to describe what they did because it was smooth like silk. Perfectly fitting three piece suits clad their bodies with stylish hats perched jauntily on their heads. They snapped their fingers to the beat. Minah’s breath caught in her throat as she watched them glide around the stage moving tantalizingly.
It looked extremely synchronized the slow deliberate movements, nothing raunchy about them. No, they were sexy without the crude steps of shameless pelvic thrusts. This was a truly professional performance.
She caught sight of an innocent looking fellow, definitely not Korean, deep dimple set on his cheek as his eyes flashed in her direction, the fabric of his suit moving gloriously against his pale skin as his hand reached up and the hat on his head tipped in her direction. She gulped as the hat slowly descended to the ground along with the seven others who were on the stage. She leaned back into her seat, eyes not leaving his until he is forced to turn due to his choreography.
But it doesn’t last long, a lusty look meets hers as her eyes travel over the other dancers. His skin is tan, not that she’s complaining. His movements smoother than silk, yet designed to kill. The way his eyes seared through her soul and his teeth dug into his lips could only be described as sexy. His long fingers made a quick work of the buttons of the jacket, easing it off his long arms as it formed an almost artistic pile on the ground. Minah squirmed in her seat as a dangerous smirk made its way up his lips.
She exhaled loudly, gulping and looking away only to see the damn crowning glory of the lot. He was the oldest by the looks of it and seemed rather experienced. Minah swore in her head as she took in the muscular body, the sensual movements of the waistcoat being unbuttoned to the slow and lazy jazz. The twinkling eyes that sucked her soul in, the flexing muscles, the sharp facial features and the child-like smile. Minah’s hand grabbed at the table only to feel paper. She looked down to see a brochure with the names of the performers on it.
“Lay, Kai and Aiden?” she mumbled out as the music took a sudden turn and the men split into groups, clambering off the stage and making their way towards the customers. Minah heard squeals of joy around her as she sat stalk still hoping to god no one would approach her.
Unfortunately, three of them did.
“Hey there,” a sultry voice called into her ear “I’m Aiden at your service.” he drawled lazily as the dimpled one approached. The two body rolled as Minah’s eyes widened in panic as the dimpled one bent closer “call me Lay.” He breathed into her ear making her shudder. The third’s fingers toyed with the buttons of the white shirt that clad his body not bothering to introduce himself but she figured he was Kai his eyes pierced hers as the three of them moved around her, boxing her in, attempting to outdo the other. The amount of testosterone from the clothed men was almost suffocating and Minah didn’t know who to keep her eyes on and her eyes went everywhere as a thick blush painted her face. The way they moved was intoxicating, hypnotizing and Minah didn’t know why she was very close to drooling, but she was.
More squeals were heard as the sound of tearing fabric synchronized with the music in the background.
Minah gaped at the bare skin around her as glistening muscles stared her right in the face. She sensed a movement beside her and Kai was practically moving against her, the concentrated look spreading across his face which made him look ten times sexier, eyes piercing hers as she drew back a gasp. Lay was nearly on her lap as his hips rolled and Minah leaned back, trying to place a distance between the two of them only to have him press closer with part lips and dark eyes. But her eyes were drawn to Aiden’s as he bit his lip and ran a hand down his chest, rolling his entire body to the beat as Minah’s eyes riveted themselves to his chest muscles flexing deliciously, straining with the movements. Little did she know that her tongue was trailing over her lips and Aiden caught a glimpse of it with a smirk.
Suddenly Lay and Kai moved away towards the rest of the screaming crowd of ladies as Minah was left standing face to face with Aiden. She spotted Heechul nodding towards the two of them while shooting a frown towards the other two, possibly reprimanding them for focusing on a single customer.
She turned around to catch Aiden’s dark eyes. His dance slowing down as he drew closer, his pectoral muscles glistening under the club lights, his lips set in a sexy smirk and his dark lusty eyes bored into hers. His abs quivered almost like she had commanded it to as he slowly sank down onto her lap.
Minah tensed as she felt his weight on her lap and his breath on her neck. Leaning back, their eyes met again as his hips rolled against her.
Characters : Super Junior’s Donghae || OC [South Asian Indian]
Lost in Seoul city, she asks the handsome police officer to help
Police Au
Rating : PG
She was definitely lost in a country she was visiting for the first time and it was freezing cold for her Indian self. Obviously touring on her own was the stupidest idea with no map in her hand and simply following the street signs of Seoul till she realized she had absolutely no idea as to where she was. People bumped into her as she looked around in utter confusion, trying to figure out a way back to the room she had rented.
Why hadn’t she attempted to perfect her Korean before coming to the place she would possibly be spending her next two years in?
So much for a teaching job when she couldn’t even figure locations out for herself. Her eyes darted around the streets for some sort of help that didn’t look at her in wonder and she spotted the one thing that could possibly be her solace – a man in a police uniform. Picking up her pace, she hurried towards the figure standing by the traffic light attracting a lot of attention.
“Excuse me!” he heard a voice gasp and he turned around to see large eyes gaping back at him. The same pair of eyes set on a heart-shaped face seemed to be searching for words as she formed her sentence. “I’m, lost?”
“More like gaping at your gorgeous face” was what she actually what she wanted to say, but there were far more pressing matters in her hands. She noticed him smiling at her as she attempted not to swoon at the sight of it.
“Where is it that you need to be?” his voice was low but not unfriendly at all. Pulling out the visiting card with the location of the room which was rented out to her, she handed it over to him with very shaky hands “cold isn’t it?” he smiled as she nodded, looking down to not continue to stare at his face and drool. He proceeded to point out directions to her which she attempted to follow but couldn’t keep up with the speed at which he was going. He watched as her face adorably blanked as she tried keeping up. His hands quickly went into his pocket pulling out a mobile phone and tapping in her location into the maps application and translating it into English and showing it to her.
“You’ll have to take a left at the crossing,” He began yet again in English noting the smile that spread across her lips that momentarily blinded him “and uh, follow the map!” he ended quickly as she nodded in response, the curls of hair that fell over her shoulders bounced along with her nodding.
“Thank you so much officer!” she sounded very relieved.
“Not a problem pretty lady.” He grinned as a thick blush painted her cheeks and she bowed and quickly hurried away as his eyes followed her figure merging into the crowd. Smiling, he headed over to the police station.
She on the other hand patted her cheeks to calm herself down as she sped her way through the directions given turning to spot a poster put up on a sign board. Her heart stopped as she spotted the same face that she had just stared at smiling back at her still in the police uniform stating that he was a part of the official musical event of the Seoul Police. Taking a picture of the address, she decided she would go. Her eyes caught his name – Lee Donghae.
There she found herself in the nicest dress she had brought along, sitting in the crowds of people looking at the stage. Her eyes landed on the officer a few seats ahead of her as he turned to wave at what looked like fans. His eyes surveyed the crowd and landed on her, widening in recognition as she looked down and away fighting a blush at his large grin. She looked elegant and he ravishing in his full uniform. But when he went on stage she admired his confidence and the ease with which he moved on the surface, playing MC. And then things took a different turn when he started dancing; her jaw dropped as he seemed to be putting up one of the sexiest shows she had ever watched.
Which amounts to none since this man appeared to be making love to the air which she would have gladly replaced herself with. Gaped at the stage, eyes focussing on the ridiculously handsome officer the whole time with her mouth open and not making any effort to stop the drooling. She was barely aware of the time the show ended and the crowd began dissipating, and she was the last to leave. Walking out, she started on her way back to her room only to hear a soft ‘pst’ causing her to turn and notice the side entrance to the building where officer Lee Donghae was standing.
“Hello!” he waved as her eyes widened in surprise. So he did remember her. Noting the look on her face he asked “are you lost again? Should I walk you back?” he found himself grinning as she looked around and pointed at herself, baffled.
“Yes you, pretty lady,” He smiled, emerging from the entrance as she found herself unable to say no. Pulling his coat closer and walking over to her, he waved towards the footpath ahead “shall we go before you get cold?” he asked, noting her bare legs that would soon turn blue if she stayed out any longer.
“Alright, lead the way officer!” She replied, smiling and following him and quickly matching his pace.
“You have a lot of fans officer Lee Donghae.” She teased as he smiled in response. He liked that she was unaware of who exactly he was and how she viewed him with such fascination. His eyes trailed over her glowing skin and bright eyes and tiny lips that had their own strange pout to them.
“Yes, yes I do.” He replied, taking a turn to a street lit up with pretty lights and watched her look at them in awe “But pretty lady, I don’t know you name.” he said as she turned to him and shyly introduced herself. He liked how her name sounded so foreign to him, yet somewhat familiar on his tongue as he repeated her name after her, almost tasting the sound of it. He suddenly pictured himself whispering it in a far more intimate setting and nearly walked into a pole has she not pulled him away from it in time with a giggle.
“I had a professor who walked into a pothole just like that when she was thinking about her husband.” She laughed, trying to explain it to him in her garbled mixture of Korean and English as he smiled sheepishly, slowing down the pace of their walking to increase his time with her. She pretended she didn’t notice. They spoke they best they could with their mish-mash of languages and somehow he found her getting more and more attractive with every adorable attempt to get his attention and she had already been floored by his dancing was awed by his multiple talents and the heart of gold she was discovering under that muscular chest she had eyed.
Even slow pace couldn’t stop them from reaching her rented room as they stood awkwardly in the cold. He noticed her shivering and she looked at him before taking a deep breath, trying to create the sentence that would make something of the atmosphere between them.
“Would you like to come up for some coffee? It’s freezing and you’ve been so nice the whole day and I’d really like to say thanks.” She noticed him pulling his hoodie up and looked away sighing. It was probably the wrong thing to say.
“It’s my duty to help people out…” he said looking to the side “is coffee code for a kiss? Because that sounds a little too good to be true.” He heard her laugh as she stepped closer to him and say “then I’ll have one coffee please.”
Officer Lee Donghae never said no to such commands; wrapping his arm around her waist, he pulled her closer and gently pressed his lips against hers, feeling her sigh with relief and press closer to him, cupping his cheek with her cold hand underneath the hood of his jacket. Enjoying her lips a little too much, he tugged at her lower lips between his teeth shivering when her tongue came in contact with his, deepening the kiss as his strong arms wrapped tighter around her, feeling her cold skin and pulling away from the kiss very reluctantly.
“You’re cold.” He whispered between breaths, watching the air about them fog up as she smiled a devilish smile, tugging him by the collar.
“Then you can help me out by warming me up officer.” She breathed against his ear, pulling him into the apartment and out of the cold. His hands travelled up her sides under the now unbuttoned coat as he walked her into the elevator as he whispered into her ear, tugging the earlobe between his teeth.
Dirty Notes to Senpai [Super Junior, Donghae] ||3||
Characters : Donghae || OC {Side Xiumin from EXO}
In which senpai Donghae recieves anonymous notes of explicit nature and a certain shy kouhai catches his attention. (Yes, I am using Japanese honorifics, I was a stupid child back in 2012, sue me)
DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME
High School AU
Rating : M (save yourselves kiddies)
Final part
Her lip was brutally bitten down upon through the student council meeting that day as she stared at her lap, chewing down on the flesh, attempting to ignore the piercing stare in her direction. Along with Luhan’s annoying chatter beside her which Minji attempted to quell by pinching him until he glared at her and continued talking, slinging his arm over the back of her seat.
“Luhan, do you have any suggestions for the cultural festival?” Donghae’s caustic voice cut through Luhan’s speech making the latter sit upright in attention and attempt to form a coherent sentence, fumbling in the process “it would be great if you could go over the finances with Seungho there.” Donghae continued, pointing at Seungho, a rather studious looking fellow busily typing away and scribbling things down. Luhan grudgingly made is way over and plonked down beside him.
The meeting was soon to taken over by the cultural committee head Hyorin, who was a sweet girl with an annoyingly high pitched voice. Minji thought she was going to die when Donghae took the vacant seat beside her and continued to send extremely obvious glances in her direction. She had been an absolute idiot for shooting her mouth of yesterday and the attention she was getting from him was making her painfully shy.
“So class 10 B isn’t really doing much and I’ve asked them to come up with a plan and everything, but I haven’t gotten like a response and stuff and I think they really need to come up with something brilliant because like, everything is kinda being done by the other classes which is super boring…” Hyorin trailed, not pausing for a breath as Minji gave her a look, she knew for a fact that class 10 B was definitely coming up with a fun interactive session for the school cultural fest. She cleared her throat making Donghae’s attention instantly turn towards the shy kouhai beside him.
“Class 10B intends on playing cupid as the cultural festival falls on international Valentine’s Day. They’re going to go be messengers for love notes through the campus for all those who don’t have the courage to confess. They’ll have a booth outside the classroom with colourful stationery to write the notes in and they will be delivering these messages to the chosen recipient.” Minji said, looking at the group around her. Particularly an extremely interested senpai whose eyes seemed to be riveted to her as she leaned back and crossed her arms across her chest. His eyes followed, landing on the skin that was now exposed near her neck as her uniform puffed slightly, his eyes widened before trailing down to her chest, his mouth going dry.
"What are your thoughts President? I think it's quite silly and like badly put together." Hyori's voice broke through his observations as Donghae blinked, turning towards the girl who leaned against his table, fluttering her eyelashes. He leaned back into his seat as his eyes landed on Minji's hand fisting the material covering her lap before turning to Hyori.
"It's quite original, plus it won't eat into our funds. I approve," He responded, looking around “do we need to put it to a vote?"
A hum of disapproval was made as the council agreed with Donghae's opinion. No one was willing to disapprove of an idea which didn't cost them much. Doing so meant that they'd have to deal with the school authorities and that was a pain.
Donghae smirked, pleased with Minji's smile and relaxed posture. His eyes trailed over the long legs that stretched under the table as the previous note came back to his mind.
"Your lips would look particularly good on my skin. My legs would look great wrapped around your waist.”
Donghae shook his head. There was no way the shy girl would ever write something like that. She wasn’t even aware of how attractive she was. She turned away from him to rummage through her bag for her mobile phone, busily texting away on it to send a message to presumably the class representative of class 10 B, her lips quirking up into a silent smile.
He felt his chair being jerked back as he spun around to see Luhan grinning at him in an attempt to get his seat back. Donghae had never wanted to kill someone so much before as he made a move to get up from his seat only to feel a hand on his knee before it was instantly taken off with a quick and low “sorry!” from the blushing girl beside him as she resumed to bend under the table to retrieve the pen that had rolled under it. Sighing, he pushed back the chair as Luhan quickly occupied it and occupied himself in annoying the Kouhai who had captured Donghae’s attention.
Along with the note he found crammed in his locker soon after reading
“Student body president? You can be the president of this student’s body.”
His tongue traveled over his lip as he looked around for the culprit only to see Minji walking past him with Bora. Her eyes met his for the briefest second, shining brightly like she was smiling at him before ducking away. Donghae’s eyes landed on the slightly swaying hips as she walked and the famed derriere that he couldn’t help but appreciate.
He stood there watching and continued to do so as the days passed. He hadn’t cornered her like he had before considering she shied away from him ever since then. He had played the scene over and over in his head, trying to figure out what on earth she had mumbled before shoving him away like that. He did have a few conversations with her whenever he could, which was every time he passed her, which included apologizing for his behavior (which he absolutely wasn’t sorry for). The notes continued, getting raunchier and more explicit in nature.
“Can your table hold the weight of the two of us going at it on it?”
“Would you prefer pinning me against a wall or locker?”
“My neck would look best adorned with your hickies.”
These were the highlights of the many notes Donghae received over the weeks leaving highly scandalized and more than slightly aroused, especially when his imagination ran wild with the shy kouhai running around the corridors and engaging him in small conversations, blushing wildly while she did so.
The cultural festival approached faster than he expected. There had been so much running around, all-nighters pulled and general chaos ensuing. But he had had multiple opportunities to be around Minji, watch her take control of many situations which seemed to be getting out of hand. She was aggressive when she had to be, her voice carrying across the room uttering instructions, dipping softly when it was a problem to be solved between two people. She sped around the school, floor to floor working and helping different classes, occasionally returning with snacks for the council itself. The rest of the team had worked hard too Donghae had to concede, but it was Minji who caught his eye all the time.
Even when she was dressed like some sort of cherub with large wings and a little heart badge attached to her chest. As a member of class 10 B, Minji had a hectic 14th of February, rushing about the campus with multiple notes stashed in the decorated basket. She passed millions and millions (or what seemed to be millions) of faces, handing out colourful notes with a smile on her face.
But Donghae wasn’t the only one watching Minji with careful eyes. Bora sat in 10B with her arms crossed, the heart shaped badge pinned to her chest as her eyes scanned over the explicit letter which she had found in her friend’s notebook. A devious smile spread across her lips as she reached over to her pencil pouch and pulled out a box cutter. It was finally time to push the oblivious couple who were so obviously attracted to each other together.
She had seen how Donghae looked at Minji and she approved of the unconcealed emotions that so easily appeared on his face and reflected in his eyes. But since neither of them were taking any steps to further anything, Bora decided to take matters into her hands. Literally.
She sliced the letter into paragraphs and pasted them onto the colourful paper outside her classroom before shoving them into envelopes and scribbling Donghae’s name on it. Looking around at her busy classmates, she slipped the first one on the table outside to be delivered.
She didn’t have to wait long.
When Donghae received his third love note from class 10 B, he sighed expecting it to be a gushy mushy nonsensical (gag worthy) love letter. But his heart nearly stopped when he tore open the envelope to see the familiar handwriting that made his palms sweaty and his heart rate speed up.
“I have a fantasy. It involves you and me; hot, sweaty, and panting against each other.”
Donghae’s eyes widened as a voice called for him, he spun around to see Minji.
“Uhm, do you know where my brother is? Apparently someone has a note for him…” she fiddled with the cane basket in her hand, looking down and blushing. He resisted the urge to tip her head up and catch her eyes (or lips). But he didn’t have time to even speak when her head slowly tilted upwards and her lips formed an ‘O’ as she spoke “Oh, and I was asked to deliver this to you.” She continued, holding out an envelope with his name on it. Their fingers brushed against each other as she handed it over to him as a tingling sensation sped through his system.
“Thank you…” he mumbled, wanting to hold onto his precious kouhai’s hand as she smiled shyly at him before spotting her brother and calling out to him. He watched as she sped away towards her sibling, admiring her figure while clenching onto the note in his hand.
“’seok ani! Why are you so popular with the ladies? This is the fifth note I’m delivering to you!”
Donghae had a fantasy too, and it involved the very same girl writhing under him, hot, sweaty and panting. He looked down at the envelope in his hands, slipping his finger under the folded top and tearing it open. The familiar handwriting greeted him again.
“Can you imagine it? Pressing me up against your desk, kissing me, your hands all over my heated skin, teeth sinking softly into my kiss swollen lip and bruising it further. You’d trail miniscule bites down my neck because fuck, you like the marks you leave behind, you like that sense of control and possession. You’d be proud won’t you? Every time your name passes my swollen lips because you know your effect on me.”
Donghae gulped, his throat constricting and his pants feeling a little too tight. He quickly sped his way to the student council office only to see Hyorin playing tonsil hockey with some kouhai whose name he could never remember. He slammed the door shut as the images of Minji squirming in pleasure under him filled his mind’s eye and he leaned against the wall outside the office, trying to make his mind just fucking stop.
“You okay?” a sly voice called as he spun around to see Bora smirking at him, leaning against the wall with a decorated basket in her hand. Donghae blinked shifted awkwardly trying to hide every trace of the thoughts he was having of her friend. Her eyes took a quick glance at him, knowing how well her plan was going “apparently not. Anyway, here you go pervert. Maybe you should write a message to whoever is causing that.” She nodded to him with a quirked eyebrow before handing him an envelope.
His shaking hands quickly tore at the third envelope quickly devouring the note that slipped out of it.
“How would your voice sound growling my name as your devour me, fill me inexplicably and take me to be yours? I want to hear your voice whisper into my ear as you take me. I want to feel your skin under my palms, taste it even. Imagine my voice chanting your name over and over, nails digging into your skin as you bring me closer to the edge.
You’ll be the death of me.”
He didn’t know what to think anymore as he slowly dragged his feet towards the bathroom only to have Minji bump into him again.
“Hey. Another one?” He breathed out as she sheepishly held out another envelope and two sheets of notebook paper.
“You’re the popular guy senpai. And that’s the budget report from 10 B. I’m sorry I couldn’t type it out. Could you just sign it?” She said with a shy smile that frustrated him no end. She eyed the flushed man admiring the jumping vein near his neck, his bobbing Adam’s apple which made her want to latch her lips to it, the arm muscles flexing under the white shirt promising an extremely attractive body and the blazing eyes that sucked her into them. She wanted him so badly but she froze every time she was close to him. She heard his awkward chuckle and the sound of the envelope tearing.
Donghae’s eyes surveyed the kouhai in the background of the note as they took in the words and her face.
“We’ll breathe heavily, faces glowing, lips inches away from each other. My hands will tangle in your hair and close the distance. When we part… I hope then I’ll be able to tell you how I feel.
How much I love you.”
Donghae gulped as Minji looked at him curiously waiting for him to tuck the note in his pocket. She watched his tongue trail over his lips before his teeth sunk into his lip for a brief second tucking the note into his pocket with the other notes.
“I’ll sign it and hand it over it you as soon as I can?”
She panicked, did someone have such an effect on her beloved senpai? She watched him go over her handwritten report, pausing with wide eyes. Sighing in defeat, she turned around to leave.
Donghae on the other hand stared at the report and quickly pulled out the notes. Dumbstruck, he noticed the identical handwriting scrawled over the papers. The familiar handwriting that had caused him such arousal coming from the person who he had fantasized about. His shy kouhai was not even close to shy.
Good lord she was kinky as fuck.
His hormone addled brain acted as fast as lightening.
Minji froze when she felt a strong arm around her waist, the familiar cologne tingling her nostrils as a delicious breath tickled her neck as her back pressed against an extremely hard chest. His lips trailed over the shell of her ear.
“So, you’re the kinky culprit,” Donghae’s voice breathed into her ear making goosebumps appear on her skin “don’t deny it Kim Minji, I’d recognize that handwriting even in my sleep you naughty little kouhai,” he continued, lips trailing over the exposed flesh of her neck as she tensed against him.
“N-no.”
“Your words say otherwise…” his voice and slowly trailing hands seduced her. She had dreamt of this all this time and suddenly she was frozen. How the hell did she get caught? He pressed closer to her as she felt a surprising sensation near her thigh “So, what did you think those notes did to me?”
“N-notes?” she stammered as he wrapped his hand around her wrist, slowly tugging her towards the student council room.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about Minji.” He growled, sending shivers down her spine as he threw the door open noticing Hyorin still there, only arranging something “ get out.” He hissed at Hyorin who panicked and sped out. He tugged Minji in and locked the door behind him.
“Sit.”
“I can explain.” She began, flustered out of her mind, not really knowing what to say as Donghae rummaged through his table.
“Sit down Minji.” He growled as she finally listened, shutting her eyes as he approached.
“I’m sorry…” she began again only to feel the flutter of papers showered over her. She opened her eyes to see her notes floating around her and Donghae’s face impossibly close. His lust darkened eyes burned with a wild fire as he devoured her with them. A thick blush painted her face. His hands reached over to cup her cheeks, bringing their lips closer and closer.
“Let’s make all these fantasies come true shall we?”
Somewhere in the distance (right outside the student council office which was now off limits due to the loud noises coming from it) was an extremely victorious Bora.
In which Minah tries to join a support group for people who feel personally victimized by the charming Aries folk in the college
Haneul was surprised when Minah came over to her and asked her for some help. Minah was usually independent, silent for most part and didn’t attract too much attention to herself.
“Uh, Haneul, if you aren’t too busy could I please talk to you about my Sociology of Art class?”
Haneul’s ears perked up. As a member of the student council it was her duty to help out students in need and since Minah was her friend it was all the more reason to do so. Turning around in her seat she looked at Minah who wrung her hands and bit down on her lip.
“I heard there is a support group for people who feel personally victimised by the Aries on campus.”
“Uh,” Haneul cleared her throat “I can’t confirm nor deny it’s existence…”
“And that you’re the head of it.” Minah finished quickly as Haneul’s eyes widened. Had they been caught?!
“Listen, it’s Bang Yongguk. He’s making my life miserable in that class. It’s unfair!”
Haneul paused, she’d heard this before within the group from Wonshik. Yongguk was an incredibly smart and attractive man and was a threat to the other peaceful zodiacs on campus. But, Minah…
“Please.” Minah’s eyes widened and filled with tears. Haneul sighed, before looking around to see if the coast was clear.
“I understand, Yongguk has caused a lot of trouble with how attractive he is. But you need to understand that you are an Aries…”
She noticed Minah rolling her eyes “ I might be born in March, but nothing about me is Aries like.”
“But…you’re Minseok’s sister.”
Minah quirked her eyebrow “He took all the cool genes and left me with nothing okay? Please just…consider my proposal.” She said before freezing as she felt a hand on her shoulder. Haneul froze too when she spotted Bang Yongguk towering over them.
“Hey, do you want to go work on that paper now?” He asked as Minah weakly nodded and got taken away as Haneul watched, praying for her friend’s soul.
“Hey Minah!” She called to the girl walking away with Yongguk “you’re in!”
***
“What do you mean Kim Minseok’s sister is joining?!” Wonshik, the vice head of the support group groaned “what was her name again?”
“Kim Minah,” Haneul replied “she’s more Pisces than Aries. Bang Yongguk’s latest victim.”
Wonshik clicked his tongue in sympathy “my issue is that we have a bunch of members who are in the group because of her brother…isn’t that going to be an issue?”
“But she is suffering too Wonshikkie. It would be cruel to turn her away. Plus look at her, she’s harmless!” Haneul waved around to no one in particular as Wonshik sighed.
“We’ll ask the members?” Wonshik wondered out loud as the group started filing into the discussion room in the library. When Haneul put forth the question, there was a silence that filled the room.
“Who is Kim Minah again?” Yixing asked as Jongin shrugged, they had joined the support group after repeatedly being exposed to Kim Minseok in all his glory.
“Yeah, never heard of her.” Donghae said as he sat down after a gruelling afternoon with Siwon and Hyukjae, both evil Aries men.
“Isn’t she Kim Minseok’s sister?” Hakyeon asked as Sanghyuk nodded. Hongbin sighed before turning back to Haneul, squinting.
“Isn’t her birthday the same day as Kim Minseok?”
“Oh wait, I remember him saying something like that.” Jongin’s eyes widened as Yixing nodded.
“Are you saying that you want an Aries to join a group where people feel victimized by Aries?!” Hakyeon argued as Donghae nodded furiously.
“Who is Kim Minah again?” Taekwoon’s voice piped up, obviously he wasn’t listening.
“She is a girl who feels victimized by Bang Yongguk. That is all that matters.” Haneul said as Wonshik nodded, noticing a need to save Haneul’s ass.
“But she’s an Aries.” Taekwoon deadpanned.
“More Pisces than Aries,” Haneul countered “plus she’s as harmless as a fly.” Haneul added, when a knock on the door caused everyone’s attention to turn towards it.
“Hi, sorry I’m late. Yongguk…” Minah waved as an explanation feeling all the eyes in the room on her “Oh, I’m Kim Minah and I feel victimized by Bang Yongguk’s existence.” She said, repeated what she had seen in the movies about Alcoholics Anonymous. Taking the silence in the room as her indication to enter, stepped in, silently shutting the door behind her and setting her tennis racket down before looking up at Haneul “I have tennis practice after this?” she offered as an explanation thinking that people found her attire strange. She shrugged, she was going to stay silent through this meeting anyway.
“She’s on the tennis team?” Donghae mumbled to Hakyeon who shrugged and nodded. Yixing pulled his phone out to type in her name and find her on Facebook.
“Profile looks boring, everything is on private.” He mumbled to Jongin who was peering over into his screen.
Haneul cleared her throat for attention “Okay everyone, let’s begin. Who wants to go first?”
“I will,” Jongin said as he took a deep breath “hey everyone, I’m Kim Jongin and I feel personally victimized by Sehun and Minseok.”
“Hi Jongin.” Everyone chorused as Minah’s eyebrow perked at the sound of her brother’s name. She looked at him intently and Jongin blinked, before sighing.
“Well, Sehun is Sehun. He’s always known he’s attractive. But he’s such a cute goof! He’s doing it on purpose I tell you. And Minseok, and his stupid smile and how helpful he is! I swear he’ll make me gay for him.” Jongin grumbled.
“I agree! This week he was helping out with the dance club and damn it, he had to do a sexy dance. Freaking Sehun had to join him.” Yixing frowned as Taekwoon cleared his throat.
“Have you seen him play soccer though?”
There was a gasp in the room as it broke out into discussion about Minseok being out to ruin people’s lives. Minah blinked, baffled.
“Well, he is really passionate about it and he’s been playing since he was teeny.” she mumbled as the group turned to her and she shrugged. “Minseok has always been the good guy. You haven’t seen him being a goofy dummy though.”
“Of course I have! It’s freaking adorable!” Haneul cried out.
“I’ve seen him run around the house in a penguin suit and his underwear on his head, trust me you haven’t.”
“Well Sehun though.” Donghae began.
“Is a long stupid noodle who is scared of the bunsen burner.” Minah deadpanned as everyone gaped at her in horror.
“Really?” Wonshik whispered.
“I needed to do all his tests in the Chemistry lab because he was too scared of a tiny flame.” she shrugged. Is this what this support group was about? She sighed looking at everyone “I’m sorry to have interrupted. Do go on.”
“Wonshik has been having trouble with Jaehwan.” Haneul said as the whole room sighed.
“Wait, didn’t you have trouble with Jaehwan?” Minah asked as Sanghyuk burst out laughing before turning to Minah.
“Lee Jaehwan is out to kill us all with how bloody cute he is.”
“If he managed to make Taekwoon want to bite him, I think he’s been successful.” Hongbin grumbled.
“That kid has far too much aegyo in him for his own good.” Donghae commented as Jongin and Yixing nodded.
“Your men have very little. But so much charisma.” Haneul nodded as Donghae wailed out.
“Hyukjae and Siwon are so damn unfair. They’re so cool!”
“But isn’t Jaehwan just naturally prone to aegyo? It’s not like he does it on purpose. If he does exaggerate it, it’s to make the people around him happy.” Minah reasoned with what she had seen of Jaehwan “Hyukjae is incredibly logical and stuff, but he’s a goof. You should know that Donghae and you also know what a weirdo Siwon is.” she added before rolling her eyes.
“You know what? I don’t understand how anyone in this room feels victimised. Have you guys looked at yourselves?”
There was a silence that filled the room when Minah stood up now choosing to look at everyone. First she looked at Donghae.
“I’m sorry, but you’re one of the most loved men on this campus. You’re incredibly sweet and extremely good looking. Everybody, and I mean everybody is in love with you. Hyukjae and Siwon think the sun shines out of your ass.” She said before turning to Yixing.
“You’ve won awards on how sweet you are. You’re the only Chinese student to be called an angel on campus. Have you seen how ridiculously talented you are? You sing, dance, and compose music. You literally have a fan following. What are you even complaining about my brother and noodle?” She groaned before turning to face Jongin.
“You have no idea how sexy your dances are. After the first dance club performance a large part of the female population wanted to bed you. You’re humble, hardworking and passionate. Everyone can see that.” She sighed as Wonshik quivered under her gaze.
“Do you know that people call you a walking sex god? Of course you don’t. You’ve ruined people’s lives and you’re complaining about Jaehwan being cute? Seriously?” Minah spun around to Hakyeon.
“You’re the most respected senior. You have a beautiful smile. You’re so much fun to talk to and you’re always ready to take people under your wing. You literally have people in love with you. Jaehwan hero worships you! And you!” She looked at Hongbin.
“You’re probably the most aesthetically pleasing human on this campus. And you’re logical and funny when you want to be. You have a voice people would kill for and acting chops to match. Seriously, Jaehwan is the least of your problems when you’re causing problems yourself.”
Sanghyuk might have been the tallest in the room but at this point he had shrunk into his seat.
“Sanghyuk, you’re so damn smart and funny. You’re tall and handsome. You’re literally the whole package. I can’t even count the number of people in our batch want to date you. Stop ruining their lives.”
“Haneul, you’re a member of the student council. You’re popular, friendly, beautiful and incredibly smart. I’m sure some of the men in this room are attracted to you.” She looked around as Wonshik looked down guiltily. Minah turned to Taekwoon.
“You’re the football team captain. You’re every girl’s living Mr. Darcy. I’ve seen you on the field and it’s damn good. You sing like a dream. You’re in the MA program which means you’re smart too…” she sighed “I don’t understand you guys. You guys ruin lives and you’re complaining about people who are just being themselves? That makes no sense. You guys are charming and popular and attractive as hell. So just… don’t.” she ended as silence filled the room yet again. Minah’s phone flashed and she looked at it as her eyes widened.
“I have to go for practice now. But this was great, I just realized that Yongguk is a wonderful human being but a human being all the same. Maybe someday I will also ruin someone’s life being the plain human that I am, but till then thank you guys for this!” she grinned before picking her racket up and heading out of the discussion room.
More silence.
“Well…” Haneul took a deep breath when she noticed something off.
“Donghae why are you staring at the door?”
“Why are you blushing Taekwoon?” Wonshik blinked at his friend. Or rather at the top of his head.
“Uhm,” Jongin piped up as the group turned to him “can Yixing and I go now?”
“Are you guys seriously planning on going to the tennis court?” Hongbin blinked at them.
“Just casually walking to the football field.” Yixing nodded.
“Which is next to the tennis court?” Hakyeon eyed them.
“Do you mind if I join?” Donghae asked as Taekwoon looked at the group.
“Football captain will go for football practice?”
Sanghyuk shifted in his seat “well, I have assignments too.. some group stuff…need to form group…”
“You’re going to ask Minah?” Haneul gaped at him.
“She’s hardworking…?” He offered as Haneul sighed.
The door flew open as Yongguk stood at the entrance “I’m Bang Yongguk and I feel personally victimized by Kim Minah and Kim Himchan.”
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He drew patterns on her naked back, sun-kissed; with her maenad locks forming crisscrossed patterns on the pillow her head rested on. The sheets covered her from the dip of her hips, her steady breathing indicative of her sleep as he gazed at the back of her head, fingers on her soft skin revelling at the smooth sensation. Donghae’s lips grazed against the dip of her spine as he wrapped his arm around her waist, skin against skin.
She was the memory he had left behind in Mokpo at the young age of fifteen. The little girl who smiled at him as he blew bubbles across the fence watching her run after them trying to pop every one. She had been lithe with strong legs which only looked like toothpicks, flat and long torso, hair frizzy with the humidity in the air of his hometown, eyes that held such adoration in them as she stumbled behind him chirping excitedly as they kicked a football around. Skin freckled with spots and warm from the sun as she hurried along the streets trying to keep up. There was a light in her that drew him like a moth.
Yet he could feel curves under his fingers, the dip of her waist, the width of her hip, the arch of her back against his chest, those toothpick legs now long and thick with muscle and fat. Smooth,soft with a dusting of hair; she even smelled different he thought as he nuzzled her neck, breathing deeply - fresh citrus as compared to the salty sweat of her childhood. She still glowed golden with light, steady unlike the blinding stage lights he had grown so used to. His little finger hooked with her’s as she breathed, chest rising and falling steadily.
She was eight when he had left, her eyes large and tear filled as he hooked his little finger with her's.
“You'll always be my special person and nothing can ever change that.” he said, foolishly like the fifteen year old he was. She returned the promise, naive as she was. Who knew that the training would be so tough? Who knew that letters often never made their way to her or even if they did, they reminded her of sea foam - they'd come and disappear in the blink of an eye. She would write back though, as much as she could in her tiny scrawl and those letters would lay under his pillow as he smiled, looking at the silly little drawings and stories of her day. Sometimes he'd read them over and over, remembering home, when things were simple and the most complicated thing was to decide on was what ice cream flavour tasted better on a hot day. She'd always say orange lollies, he knew.
She had just turned fourteen when he saw her again. There were awkward angles to her when she held him as he cried. He was twenty, and only back in Mokpo because his most cherished being - his father had left the earth. All he could remember was that she was nearly as tall as him with awkward limbs and warm arms as he sobbed into her shoulder. Her voice had changed too, mellow, a lot more gentle, just like the kiss she pressed against his temple.He had trapped her light within him and reflected it to the world. She faded into the foggy depths of his memory as he drove away with his group mates.
She never resurfaced even when he went back home. His mother said that she'd gone to college abroad and was doing well. But every time he looked across the fence to the lifeless house beside, he could only he see her grinned back at him, trying to burst the soapy bubbles he blew at her. She had become a fine woman they said, too much of a wild streak though, she’d never learn they said; but to him, he knew, she would be perfectly fine and wonderful. He knew her light would shine through everywhere just like it did when she was young. As long as she was in this universe, she would be wonderful and the knowledge of that made him happy.
He followed her social media. He knew she was just as beautiful as he had predicted. Her warm heart palpable even through the little messages she put up. They watched each other through whatever lens they could, trying to communicate with each other but how much can messages convey? The distance proved to be just too long, his work too taxing. All they had was memories of running through the streets of Mokpo hand in hand, young and carefree. There was so much unsaid, yet there was a connection that tugged at their hearts, tight like a red string across the sea.
Here she was all of twenty three to his thirty lying asleep in his bed as he held her in his arms. The little girl he knew was long gone instead lay a woman with a heart for his to take. Just like his promise when they were children, she was still his special person. It had taken only one phone call from her to tell him that she was in Seoul and not in some far-away land for him to drop everything and hurry to meet her. Years may have kept them apart, but she was his special person and that was what mattered.
"I kept my promise," she had said when he pulled her closer "you've always been my special person."
Her lips tasted like coffee and felt soft and balmy against his, skin soft and smooth as they tumbled into his empty apartment. How did it end up like this? It wasn’t supposed to go so fast, and yet it did. Who could blame them? Home is where the heart is and he had found his home yet again and she had found her heart in him. This was the closure they had been searching for for years. Maybe some promises were never meant to be broken, maybe some memories were never meant to be forgotten and chose to sear themselves into your very being and return over and over in many ways till you acknowledge them and became one with them. Maybe memories were meant to be cherished and loved, not left behind.
On his thirtieth birthday, he became one with the memory he left behind and he would hold onto it with all his strength and she would always be there in her own light, reaching back for him to hold, to love.
Of Full House and Payments [Super Junior, Donghae]
Characters: Donghae, OC
Genre: Syrupy sweet fluff, romance
Rating : G
In which you watch Super Junior Full House with your husband Lee Donghae
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“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” He groaned, as she grinned, dragging him along to the bed and plopping herself on it, patting the space beside her. Donghae sighed, rubbing the back of his head.
“Seriously?”
He balked when he saw her sending him the puppy dog eyes paired with a pout. Aegyo was a rare treat and usually caving into it always resulted in rewards.
She let out a squeak of joy when the bed sank a little and Donghae sighed watching her reach for her laptop to turn it on. His eyes lingered over her hair spilling over her bare shoulders before trailing down her arms and glancing at the laptop screen which flashed in bright colours and an all too familiar video began playing.
“Super Junior Full House.”
“This is going to be fun.” She chuckled before leaning back on the headboard as Donghae glared. She rewarded him with a wide cheeky grin and a light whack on his chest. He rolled his eyes before turning to a twenty something year old him on the screen.
“Can we not do this?” He whined as the hand on his chest rubbed the clothed skin under it soothingly.
“I’ll love you regardless of whatever you did when you were twenty okay?”
The sheets ruffled as he turned around “I was really uncool all those years back alright?”
“Who told you that you are cool now?” She chuckled as he shot up from his spot on the bed indignantly before as she sent him another cheeky smile before turning to the screen yet again.
Donghae sighed again before leaning back against the headboard, she was incorrigible and he wouldn’t have her any other way.
His arm wound around her shoulder squeezing her as she stared at the screen.
“You guys look like foetuses! Oh my god Hae look at you! So lanky!” She squealed, pointing at the screen as Donghae gently pressed his index finger into her side making her jolt and glare at him with a pout.
“What? You like these arms around you.” He grinned, pulling her closer to his chest. She rested her head on the strong flesh, choosing to ignore the comment.
“You were really cute though,” She mumbled, watching her husband struggle with his English on the screen as Donghae beamed with pride “but that English, lord save you.”
Deflated.
So Donghae put up with the humiliation of his past mistakes for the first two episodes thanking the gods that he didn’t make too many appearances. Although he did taste sweet victory when he twirled his wife’s curls around in his fingers and followed his Heechul Hyung’s lead.
“Poodle!” he exclaimed, feeling victorious as she shot him a look but he didn’t feel victorious for too long.
“Look at you throwing yourself at Hyukjae, I’m sure you would have married him if I hadn’t come along, thank god I won him over before hitting on you, it was a good strategy.” She nodded as Donghae chuckled, amused at his wife’s often strange plans which miraculously managed to work out. He didn’t care how she got into his life (actually he did) but he was glad she didn’t leave and he wasn’t going to let that happen ever.
“I’d have crushed on you had I known you all those years back. Cute idiots were my type even then.”
“Hey!” Donghae pouted making her chuckle and point at the screen where he (or the twenty year old version of him) was throwing a tantrum.
“Some things don’t change.”
Donghae glared at her and began scheming to get his revenge as she turned back to the screen as Donghae continued to mull on various ideas as to how to get his revenge for all the teasing.
His mind stopped when he felt a pair of soft lips pressing against his cheek and a hand squeezing his. He froze and turned to see his twenty year old self speaking of the tough times he had to face during his training. He sighed, pressing a kiss on her temple and stroking her hair with a smile. But having married a feisty lady never let the mood last very long. But, he had finally gotten an idea.
“You’re a clown you know that?” she chuckled pointing yet again at one of his antics on the screen and letting out a laugh “I doubt you can do that now and you’ve never written a poem about me! I can’t believe you like Anya more than me!” she said in mock anger.
“Of course I can! And I’ve written songs for you!” Donghae said, rising to prove a point as she pulled him back down onto the bed and settled yet again on his chest.
“Alright alright, you’d have pulled a muscle trying that anyway.” She mumbled as Donghae decided to put his plan into action.
“Hey, I just thought of something,” He murmured, stroking her hair as she hummed in reply “you know how you’re hurting me every time you laugh at me.” She turned towards him and rolled her eyes.
“Yes Captain Drama.”
Donghae winced dramatically before announcing “So now you’ll have to pay every time you make fun of me.”
“And how do I do that?” she raised her eyebrow.
“Very simple,” Donghae smiled cheekily “step one, do this,” he said, raising her chin with his index finger. “Step two, do this.” He continued, lowering his lips on hers for a sweet chaste kiss, pulling away before she could register it. “Problem solved.”
His eyes swept over her blush tinted face as she turned away from him and crossed her arms. But what he was overjoyed to hear was a small “fine.”
The fine was repaid almost instantly when she laughed at his answer to the immigration officer at the English Village.
“Age B? Age B? Really Hae?” she turned to him with an excessively amused smile only to see his fake sad eyes and pout. She sighed and hit the pause button before reaching up and pulling him closer by the fabric of his shirt and softly kissing him. When she tried to pull away his arm wound around her waist, holding her still as he kissed back reveling in the brilliance of his idea.
Thirteen episodes later and she shut the laptop before turning back to her grinning husband with pink kiss-swollen lips. His arms were around her again almost in an instant as she chuckled as her arms wound around his neck.
“I swear to god, you will be the death of me.”
“I’m glad to hear that. Now, can we continue your payment without any video interruptions?” He whispered back before leaning again to claim the reward he knew he would get.
