a bottle of wine and vinyls
pairing: taesan x olivia (oc)
summary: Olivia meets Taesan, a charismatic man, at a casual gathering. Intrigued, she agrees to a date.
Taesan looked like he had stepped out of a 70s classic movie, the kind where the lead man carried an aura of effortless cool. His sleeked-back hair gleamed under the streetlights, a crisp T-shirt hugging his frame, paired with jeans that seemed tailored just for him. His car, a sleek and roaring machine, hummed in the driveway like it was part of him. He exuded an air of confidence that wasn’t cocky, and it was utterly mesmerizing.
"So, what if you give me a chance?" Taesan's voice cut through the soft hum of chatter and music at the friend gathering, his words laced with a playful confidence.
Olivia turned to face him, raising a brow in curiosity. "A chance for what?" she asked, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips.
"A date," he replied smoothly, his grin widening.
The boldness in his tone caught her off guard, but it didn’t deter her. Instead, it intrigued her. There was something undeniably magnetic about him, the easy charm, the way his presence seemed to draw attention without effort, the spark in his eyes that hinted at both mischief and depth.
She paused, pretending to mull it over, though her answer was already forming. "Hmm, and why should I say yes?" she teased, leaning slightly closer.
He shrugged casually, but the confidence in his smile never wavered. "Because I think you'd enjoy it."
For a moment, Olivia searched his expression, trying to piece together what made him so compelling. There was more to him than the polished charm, she could sense it, a mystery she couldn’t quite put her finger on.
Her smile softened, and she nodded. "Alright, you’ve got your chance."
Taesan's grin widened, his satisfaction clear. "You won’t regret it."
She couldn’t quite explain the pull she felt toward him, but it was undeniable. Whatever it was, she was ready to find out, even if it was just for one night. As she prepared for their date, Olivia took her time, wanting to feel her best. She carefully styled her hair so it fell just right, slipping into a miniskirt that made her feel bold and daring. She glanced at herself in the mirror, smoothing the fabric and giving herself a little pep talk.
When she walked out to meet him, Taesan's eyes lit up. “Wow,” he said with a grin, his gaze taking her in with open admiration. “You look... incredible.”
Olivia couldn’t help but smile, feeling a little flush rise to her cheeks. “You don’t look too bad yourself,” she teased, glancing pointedly at his car. “I see you brought your big toy.”
“Had to,” he replied smoothly, opening the passenger door for her. “Only the best for you.”
She laughed as she slid into the seat, the leather cool against her legs. “You’re a charmer, aren’t you?”
“Maybe,” he said as he got in and started the car.
The engine roared as they pulled onto the road, the world outside blurring into streaks of light. The conversation between them flowed easily, punctuated with laughter and teasing.
“So,” Taesan began, his tone light but curious as he glanced at her briefly before returning his eyes to the road. The soft glow of city lights spilled through the windshield, casting fleeting shadows across his face. “So what's your first impression of me?”
Olivia tilted her head slightly, studying him for a moment. The question hung in the air, almost vulnerable beneath its casual delivery. Leaning back into the plush seat, she let a small, playful smile tug at her lips. “You seemed… intriguing,” she admitted, her voice carrying a teasing lilt. “A little too smooth, maybe, but I wanted to see if there was more to you than good looks.”
Taesan arched a brow, a flicker of amusement crossing his face. “Intriguing, huh? I’ll take that as a compliment. The ‘too smooth’ part, though… not so sure.”
She laughed softly, turning her attention to the passing scenery outside the window. The streets were alive with energy, neon signs flickered, and people bustled about under the soft glow of streetlights.
"You came across as someone who’s used to impressing people, maybe even without trying too hard. It can make a girl wonder what’s real and what’s just… routine.”
Taesan's grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly, though his expression remained relaxed. “I’ll take that,” he said, his tone carrying a surprising honesty. “I guess I do have my moments. But if you’re here, doesn’t that mean I passed the first test?”
Olivia shifted in her seat to face him more directly, her gaze sharp yet playful. “It means you haven’t failed yet. Let’s see if you’re as interesting as you look when the conversation goes deeper.”
Her words landed like a challenge, but Taesan didn’t flinch. Instead, he let out a low chuckle, the sound warm and disarming. “Well, I don’t usually get graded on dates, but I’ll do my best.”
Her brow quirked in skepticism. “Oh, really? So, what’s your plan for tonight, then? Winging it?”
He glanced at her again, his eyes briefly catching hers before flicking back to the road. “Not exactly. I have a few ideas, but I figure you’ll keep me on my toes anyway.”
She smiled at that, a genuine smile this time.They arrived at a cozy restuarant tucked away in the city, its warm lights spilling out onto the street. Inside, the atmosphere was intimate but lively, with soft music playing in the background. Taesan held the door open for her, and they found a quiet corner to sit.
Over dinner, their banter deepened into more meaningful conversation. Olivia found herself surprised by how genuine he could be, how he talked about his love for music with such passion but also a tinge of vulnerability.
“It’s not just about the stage,” he said, his voice thoughtful. “It’s about the focus, the feeling of being completely present. Everything else fades away.”
“That sounds... intense,” Olivia said, stirring her drink. “But also kind of amazing.”
“It is,” he agreed, his gaze steady on her. “What about you? What makes everything else fade away for you?”
She paused, caught off guard by the question. “I don’t know,” she said honestly, her voice soft but contemplative. “I guess I’ve been so focused on getting everything ‘right’ in my life that I haven’t stopped to think about that.”
Taesan tilted his head slightly, his gaze steady yet gentle. “Maybe you’re thinking about it now,” he said, his tone teasing but not unkind.
Olivia blinked, his words settling in a way she hadn’t expected. She felt her cheeks flush under his unwavering attention, and she laughed softly to deflect the growing warmth. “Maybe I am,” she admitted, shrugging in an attempt to seem nonchalant.
“Well,” Taesan leaned forward slightly, resting his arms on the table between them. “I’d say that’s a good start. Thinking about it, I mean.”
She studied him for a moment, his boyish grin and easy demeanor contrasting with the depth in his eyes. “You make it sound so simple,” she said, raising an eyebrow.
“It is,” he replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “You don’t have to figure it all out at once, you know. Sometimes, you just have to take a chance and see where it leads.”
Olivia felt a small smile tugging at her lips despite herself. “Of course you’re a risk-taker, aren’t you?”
Taesan chuckled, the sound warm and inviting. “You could say that.”
She laughed, the tension between them easing with his humor. “Fair point.”
“But,” he added, his voice softening slightly, “I’m also a believer in moments. And right now, this feels like one worth taking a risk on.”
His words hung in the air between them, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Olivia let herself stop overthinking. She met his gaze and nodded. “Maybe it is.”
The night stretched on, the conversation flowing effortlessly between them. As they left, the air had cooled, and Taesan draped his jacket over her shoulders without a word.
When they reached her door, Taesan leaned casually against the frame, his hands tucked into his pockets. His relaxed posture and the lazy warmth of his grin made the moment feel unhurried, like time had slowed just for them.
“So,” he said, his voice carrying a teasing edge, “do I get to see you again?”
Olivia tilted her head, pretending to deliberate, though her heart gave a small flip at his words. “Hmm,” she replied, mirroring his a playful smirk.
“Maybe… or maybe you could come in now. We could drink some wine, and I could show you my vinyl collection.”
His eyebrows shot up, his grin widening into something undeniably boyish.
“Now? Is this your way of impressing me with your taste in music?”
She laughed, shaking her head.
“More like testing whether you have taste at all.”
“Bold move,” he said, pushing off the doorframe and stepping closer, his eyes gleaming with interest.
“But I’m intrigued. What’s in this collection? Something dangerously cool? Or is it a pile of guilty pleasures you’re too proud to admit to?”
Olivia shrugged, her smile mischievous.
“That depends. Do you consider Fleetwood Mac dangerously cool or a guilty pleasure?”
“Fleetwood Mac?” he repeated, feigning offense. “You’re already in winning points.”
“Good,” she said, pausing to glance back at him. “Because we're going to need those points when I introduce you to my ‘80s power ballad phase.”
Taesan laughed, the sound rich and easy, as he followed her inside. “I’m ready to be impressed.”
The door clicked shut behind them.
Two glasses and a half-empty bottle of wine sat on the floor next to them, glinting in the soft, dim light of the room. Olivia was cross-legged, carefully flipping through her vinyl collection spread out in messy stacks, while Taesan lounged beside her, leaning on one elbow.
“ABBA?” he teased, holding up a record with an exaggerated expression of mock horror. “I expected The Beatles or Bowie, but this?”
She snatched the record from his hand, narrowing her eyes playfully. “Don’t you dare judge ABBA. They’re timeless.”
“Oh, I’m judging,” he said, leaning back with a smirk. “Does this mean ‘Dancing Queen’ is your go-to karaoke song?”
“I will have you know,” she said, her voice dripping with mock indignation, “that Voulez-Vous is a masterpiece, and if you don’t appreciate it, that’s entirely your loss.”
“Voulez-vous,” he mimicked with an overly dramatic French accent, his grin widening. “Okay, now you’re just showing off your impeccable taste.”
She rolled her eyes, setting the record down and pretending to look annoyed. “You know, I don’t have to sit here and let you disrespect my vinyls.”
Taesan chuckled, sitting up and closing the small distance between them. “Hey now,” he said, his voice dropping to something softer, more teasing, “don’t be mad. I’m just having fun.”
“Maybe I should just take my wine and enjoy these masterpieces by myself,” she quipped, reaching for her glass dramatically.
Before she could take it, he leaned in, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Or,” he said, his voice quieter now, “I could make it up to you.”
Her faux annoyance faltered, replaced by a surprised but curious smile. “Oh, really? How do you plan to do that?”
Without a word, he closed the little space between them, his movements deliberate yet hesitant, as though giving her a moment to pull away. His lips brushed against hers, light as a whisper at first, a question more than a statement. The kiss started soft and careful, a gentle exploration, but as she tilted her head and leaned into him, it deepened, drawing them both into an unspoken answer.
The teasing tension that had danced between them all evening dissolved, replaced by a rush of warmth that spread through her chest. Her hands instinctively found their way to his shoulders, steadying herself against the surge of emotions the kiss stirred within her.
She could taste the faint hint of red wine on his lips, its richness mingling with the heady closeness of him. The world around them seemed to fade, leaving only the quiet hum of the moment, the soft rhythm of their breathing.
When they finally parted, just enough to meet each other's gaze, his forehead rested lightly against hers. She exhaled a shaky breath, her lips still tingling from the memory of his.
Olivia blinked, her cheeks flushed as she murmured, “You’re still not off the hook for the ABBA comment.”
Taesan laughed, his forehead resting lightly against hers. “I’ll keep trying to make up for it,” he said with a wink, his voice full of quiet promise.
Olivia stood up and reached into the fridge for a fresh bottle of wine, the cool glass chilled her fingers, a welcome relief from the warmth that filled the apartment. She glanced over her shoulder as she took out the bottle, catching Taesan's gaze. He followed her and stood by the kitchen doorframe, leaning casually against it, his eyes following her every movement. There was a sense of ease in his posture, but the way he watched her made the space between them feel charged, almost electric.
She twisted the wine bottle in her hands, holding it with a light, teasing grip. “So, what’s it like getting paid for singing?” she asked, her voice light and playful, though a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. It was a little jab, an attempt to poke fun at his profession, but there was no malice behind it, just curiosity.
Taesan chuckled, the sound rich and easy. He uncrossed his arms and pushed himself off the doorframe, his movements smooth and deliberate. He took a few steps toward her, his eyes never leaving hers, and for a brief moment, Olivia felt the his parfume, the warmth in his gaze.
“It’s not just that, you know,” he said, his tone carrying a subtle pride. He stood just a little too close now, his voice low enough to make her heart beat a little faster. “It’s way more complex than that.”
Olivia raised an eyebrow, a playful challenge in her expression. She placed the bottle on the counter and turned slightly toward him, leaning back as if considering his words. “Oh really?” she said, her voice dripping with amusement. “So, what, do you think I could sing too?”
Taesan smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. He leaned against the counter, his posture relaxed but his gaze never leaving her. “You can, sure. But you need stamina for this kind of thing.”
Her lips curled into a grin, her interest piqued. “Stamina?” she repeated, her eyebrow arching as she took a step closer, intrigued by his confidence. “I think I can handle that.”
Taesan’s smirk widened, and he straightened, closing the distance between them by a step. “Oh, baby,” he said, his voice dropping to a sultry, almost teasing pitch, “you’d be surprised.”
The words hung in the air between them, thick with tension. She poured the wine into their glasses, deliberately slow, trying to steady her pulse, but the words he’d said lingered in her mind, turning the moment into something charged with unspoken possibilities.
She handed him a glass, her eyes still locked on his. “I bet I would,” she replied softly, her voice a mixture of challenge and intrigue. “Maybe one day I’ll see just how ‘surprising’ your stamina is.”
Taesan’s grin softened, his gaze turning almost predatory, but still with that playfulness. He reached out, taking the glass from her hand, his fingers brushing against hers. “I’m sure you would,” he murmured, his voice so low it sent a shiver down her spine. “And when you do, I’ll be more than ready to show you.”
There was a brief silence as their eyes locked again. The air between them felt thick with the promise of something more, something yet to come, and neither of them seemed eager to break it. It was as if time itself had paused, giving them a fleeting moment to let the tension build, to savor the electricity between them.
Olivia looked up at him, her heart pounding in her chest, eyes narrowing with a mix of challenge and curiosity. His voice had been low, just a whisper, but it was enough to send a spark through her.
“What if I show you now?” Olivia asked, her tone thick with desire, his eyes darkening as he moved closer.
Taesan's lips parted, ready to respond, but before he could, she was on him, her lips crashing against his with a sudden intensity. The kiss was rough and urgent, the kind that stole breath and left no room for hesitation. It wasn’t soft or slow; it was a wild, immediate connection, as though he couldn’t wait another second.
He pressed her back against the counter, the edge of it digging into her lower back as his hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer. The heat between them intensified as she found herself trapped between the hard surface of the counter and his body, his presence consuming her. His kiss deepened, a fierce thing, but even in its intensity, it felt... right. There was no confusion, no games. Just raw, electric chemistry.
Her breath hitched as she felt the pressure of him against her, his chest rising and falling with each breath he took. She was acutely aware of every inch of him, the way he felt against her, how his lips moved against hers, demanding, almost as though he couldn’t get close enough. In this moment, all that mattered was the undeniable connection they shared. Olivia responded, her hands moving to the back of his neck, pulling him closer, needing more.
When they finally parted for air, their breaths mingled in the narrow space between them. Olivia’s heart raced, her chest rising and falling as she met his gaze. His eyes searched hers, as if looking for some kind of answer, some reassurance.
She smiled, soft but sure, her hands still resting against his neck. “I think… I’ve been waiting for this longer than I realized.”
“Yeah?” Taesan asked, his voice rough, teasing, but with an edge of sincerity. His hand lightly grazed her cheek, his thumb tracing the outline of her jaw.
Olivia swallowed, her lips still tingling from the kiss.
“Yeah,” she replied softly, her voice steady.
“Yeah,” he murmured, leaning in slightly, his lips brushing against her ear. “You drive me crazy.”
“You make it hard to think straight,” he said, a little breathless as she raised her eyes to meet his. He pulled her close and connected their lips.
The kiss deepened, slow and purposeful, as if neither of them wanted to break away from the connection they had just discovered. Taesan’s hands gently cupped her face, tilting her head as he pulled her, his lips moving against hers with a sense of urgency that matched the pounding of their hearts. Olivia responded just as eagerly, her hands threading through his hair, pulling him.
Before they knew it, they were stumbling back toward the couch, their lips never parting, their bodies pressing together in a heated, tangled embrace. Olivia’s legs found the cushions first, and Taesan followed, his body hovering above hers. Their eyes met, both of them a little breathless, smiles tugging at the corners of their mouths.
“You are so pretty,” Olivia whispered, her fingers tracing the lines of his jaw.
Taesan’s grin was playful, but there was a depth to it, a quiet intensity that made her pulse quicken. “I think I’ve heard that before,” he said, his voice teasing.
Olivia chuckled softly, the sound light and filled with a warmth that matched the sparkle in her eyes. It was the kind of laugh that came from being completely in the moment, letting herself be swept away by the undeniable chemistry that crackled between them. She shifted slightly, her movements fluid and instinctive as her body moved beneath his, drawing him closer with gentle yet deliberate hands.
Her fingers grazed the back of his necklace, pulling him nearer. Taesan took the invitation without hesitation, his lips finding the curve of her neck. He placed soft, lingering kisses along her skin, each one unhurried and purposeful, as though savoring the way she reacted to him.
A shiver ran through her, the sensation cascading down her spine with every press of his lips. Her breath hitched, and she tilted her head slightly, granting him more access, her hands gripping the fabric of his shirt as if anchoring herself to him.
“You’re not playing fair,” she murmured, her voice breathless but edged with teasing, though the way her eyes fluttered closed betrayed the effect he had on her.
Taesan chuckled against her neck, the sound sending a ripple of warmth through her. “Fair wasn’t exactly what I was going for,” he replied, his voice low and teasing, the words brushing against her skin like another kiss.
Olivia’s laughter softened, turning into a sigh as he continued, his touch igniting sparks that spread through her like wildfire. It was intoxicating, the closeness, the way he seemed to know exactly how to draw every reaction from her.