fire rising up, higher (i'm burning up, it's dire)
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summary: Why should she be the only one jealous imagining Vincenzo going on a date, even if it wasn’t real. All she had to do was play up the romance and make him regret going on that date. Easy enough.
Except it wasn't.
THIS FIC IS RATED M. do not proceed if you are not okay with sexual content
a/n: hiiiii, im back with some lovely smut between our favorite jealous characters. this is based on multiple asks and requests on tumblr and as always my ask box is open for requests. i'll tag the people who requested these as well. they're both jealous and idiots tbh, but it does make for t e n s i o n. this is also the first smut fic i've ever written so im a lil nervous but as always i hope you enjoy!!
The delicious smell of ramen wafted through the room as Cha-young stood over the kitchen stove in Vincenzo’s apartment. Her body aches, her neck stiff after hunching over legal documents all day, carefully searching for something she can use against Babel. All she wanted to do was gorge down dinner and go to bed. She glanced over the man sitting on the couch, staring intently at his laptop.
After the break in, they had agreed to live together, at least until this fight with the devil is over. It’s simply for safety. She scoffed at the notion. Safety, my ass. Maybe for him, since he’s so intent on leaving her after everything they have gone through and will push through, but for her… She’s come to love his company. Whether it’s mocking him until his expression turns into annoyance or sharing her vulnerabilities over some makgeolli, she liked having him around. She didn’t want to fight through this alone anymore, even though she knows he’ll leave her in the end. Get it together, Cha-Young, you can’t be dependent on him like this.
“What do you think is a better opera for a date? La Boheme or Rigoletto?” he glanced at her as she set the table for the both of them and made herself comfortable on the floor.
“Wow, you’re really committed to the Italian thing huh? Well, I’m flattered by the offer but I’m not an Opera type gal,” she said, her smile growing smug as she drank her glass of water. Is this his way of casually asking her out?
“It’s not for you,” he replied, staring intently at the screen, typing away, “It’s for the Director’s wife.”
“What?” she sputtered out, half-choking on her water. “Why are you taking her to the opera?”
“Because someone wanted her to testify against her husband at the trial. What was it that you said?” he pretended to tap at his chin, “‘You have to do anything you can to get her to testify! I don’t care if she asks for your right arm, just hand it over to her.’ Well, now I’m paying the price of taking her to the opera next week.” She wrinkled her nose in annoyance, and he smirked, before joining her for dinner.
Cha-young snuck glances at him as they ate in a comfortable silence. Sigh, you asked for it yourself Cha-young, he has no choice to go on the date. She racked her brain for plans to save him from an obviously boring night. There’s no other way, it’s my rightful duty to save him.
Vincenzo nursed his glass of champagne as he waited in the lobby of the opera house. The beautiful architecture set the classy mood and the theatres always thrummed with passion and emotion. Even so far away from Italy, the opera house consoled him; it reminded him of the times he would take the day off to watch whatever they were showing at the time. The opera was sacred to him, and nothing, not even being so far away from his home, would break his connection.
He looks down at his watch. 5:30 pm. She was supposed to be here by now. Mrs. Kim, Director Gil’s wife, told her she’d arrive on her own as she had work pending at the Pediatric Cancer Center rather than having him pick her up, which he promptly agreed to. The less time I spend here the better. The only positives to this arrangement was that he’s taking her to see one of his favorite operas, Rigoletto. The raw emotion behind the words and the singer's dedication to the piece made it a masterpiece that stole his breath every time he watched.
He looked over to the entrance as he spotted her at the entrance, dressed in a gold gown and her hair up. Setting down his empty glass of champagne, he composed himself as he approached her, ready to slip back into his light personality and get through the night.
“Mrs. Kim, it’s lovely to see you,” he said, smiling at her and taking her elbow, escorting her inside, “You look striking.”
“Thank you, Vincenzo. You look very handsome as always,” she smiled back at him. They made small talk, about her day and other happenings for the next few minutes before he offered to grab her a glass of champagne. His eyes scanned across the lobby as they stood quietly taking in the gorgeous opera house, a sea of people dressed in suits and gowns milling around, when his eyes drifted over someone that looked strikingly like Cha-young.
Wait. That is Cha-young.
His eyes whipped back to her figure, standing alone, clad in a sinful black gown. Her hair was pinned up, exposing her smooth shoulders and neck, the straps of her dress clinging onto her shoulders showing off her collarbones. Her black gown was light, curving around her just right as gold leafing climbed up the skirt and up the bodice where the dress dripped daringly, the delicate gold jewelry glinting against her skin. The sleeves were a sleek mesh, covered with the same gold leaves that adorned her torso.
His chest tightened, as salacious images of her writhing against his silk sheets with her gown thrown to the floor with his suit discarded a few feet away raced through his mind. He wanted to run his hands through her hair, unclipping her pin until her hair cascaded down. He closed his eyes trying to slow his breathing but he kept imagining what it would feel like to trail his hands down where the gown dipped, and then trailing kisses down the valley between her breasts. Get a grip.
He watched her as she looked up at the red and gold decorations that adorned the opera house. Suddenly, a man approached her side, offering a glass of champagne. He was dressed in black, and smiling at her. And then she smiled back. His hand curled into a fist at his side as he watched the man touch her arm, pulling her into him and she leaned into him as he whispered something to Cha-young.
His skin grew hot as anger churned within him, along with a sudden urge to march over and grab Cha-young by her wrist and keep her with him all night. He gritted his teeth, as he watched the two huddle together and giggle like he wasn’t even around. What are you doing? She doesn’t belong to you, stop acting like this and get your head straight. It doesn’t matter who she’s with or how she looks with him. It doesn’t matter if she’s giving him the smile that’s reserved for you. It doesn’t matter that he’s touching her the way you’ve been dreaming of touching her. Focus on what you’re here for. He choked out a breath as he gathered himself, ripping his eyes away from her and setting his sights on the bar. Tonight was going to be a long night.
“I saw him coming over as I was getting your drink,” Min seok whispered down to her, his arm slipping around her shoulders. “Relax, and laugh when I tell you to. He’s agitated, he was giving me a death stare when I approached you.” He laughed lightly at her and she laughed back, trying her best to be subtle, even though that was definitely not her strong suit.
It was a genius plan, really. After dinner that night, she stayed up tossing back and forth until the idea of taking a date with her to see the same opera popped into her head. But who? It wasn’t until she was scrolling through her contacts that she landed on the perfect candidate. Ahn Min Seok.
He was a fellow lawyer and a classmate she was still close with. She had gone on a couple dates with him that fizzled out, but they continued as friends, helping each other out when they were in a bind. She had called him the next day, explaining the situation and Min Seok agreed, joking that “He had to be there, for the drama.” And bam, she bought the same tickets, and set up a date. After all, why should she be the only one jealous imagining Vincenzo going on a date, even if it wasn’t real. All they had to do was play up the romance and make him regret going on that date. Easy enough.
Except it wasn’t. It took all her self-control and then some more to keep her from marching up to him and dragging her into some dark corner, where it’s just them. He was wearing a dark blue Canali suit, his white shirt underneath clinging to him in a way that should be illegal. His hair was styled in his signature way, the little swoop of hair framing his face in a sleek way. The way he looked, leaning against the bar, drink in hand, exuded class and power. It’s hard to imagine his softer sides, at night when his hair is ungeled and in plain clothes, when he looks so powerful and dominant like this.
She continued playing pretend with Min seok, catching up with him casually and doing her best to play up the flirting. But every free moment she had, her eyes drifted over to him, to what he was doing, where he was going, who he was touching. It seemed he was in a deep conversation with Ms. Kim, not even bothered with her out with another man. Meanwhile, she could feel herself growing jealous as he grew close to Ms. Kim and throwing casual touches. Why am I the only one so affected by him? Even though she knew it was just an obligatory date to him, her blood boiled thinking of him looking at someone else the way she wanted him to look at her. Of him wanting someone the way she wanted him.
“Keep looking at him and he’ll catch you,” Min Seok leaned down to her to whisper in her ear.
“Why isn’t he reacting, didn’t he see us together?” Cha-young replied to him, plastering a smile in an attempt to look like they were making small talk.
He snorted in response. “Cha-young, that man has looked at me almost 10 times in the span of 5 minutes and every time he looks like he wants to snap me in half.”
She kept her eyes trained on him, the time towards the opera theatre opening growing closer. Cha-young watched as he placed his hand around Mrs. Kim, lightly touching her arm. And then suddenly, he looked at her before smirking. Uh oh. She smiled up at him, slipping into her overconfident mask, as if she just noticed him and wasn’t staring at him the entire night. She slipped her arm into Min seok, as he giggled slightly at their antics, and smiled brightly towards him, daring him to do something more.
Vincenzo looked away, as if ignoring her presence entirely, and escorted Mrs. Kim towards the theatre, and Min Seok and herself followed, keeping a close eye on him. She huffed slightly, watching Vincenzo looking at Ms. Kim the way he looked at her during their makgeolli nights. Fine. If this was the game he wanted to play, let’s play. Let’s make him regret that he wasn’t the one taking her out.
Keeping her eyes off Cha-young felt like the hardest thing he’s ever done. Even harder than pretending that he was into his date was watching her snuggle up to the man beside her, smiling like he was the only one here. He huffed slightly. What’s so great about him? He clearly looks like he can’t tell the difference between an Armani suit and something you’d find in a garbage can with what he was wearing on the date. He clenched his jaw as he ripped his gaze off her and onto the opera in front of him.
He tried to keep his mind drifting as he listened to the musicians belt their heart out. Who was he? Was he even safe to be with? What if he’s an agent of Babo and this is a trap? Is this their elaborate plot to kidnap her? The thought of her falling into Babo’s hands terrified him, even if he knows she can handle herself. She might be ruthless in the court but she’s only learning how to be a villain. Babo could run a masterclass on it and he’s not afraid to kill his way to get what he wants. The urge to bolt out of his seat and drag her from that man’s grasp suddenly took over before the high note in the opera broke into his thoughts. What are you even doing? You’re in the middle of a date, with another woman. For heaven’s sake, get a grip.
His hand gripped the hand rest as he focused on his breathing and not about how Cha-young’s pressed against man that isn’t him. And he failed at it. Over and over, he failed.
This felt like torture. Is he in hell? Is this God's punishment for the crimes he commited? No, God isn’t as cruel as dangling Cha-young in front of him, putting her at an unattainable distance. Time seemed to slow and this opera was suddenly much longer than he remembered. He stared straight ahead, trying to pay attention to the drama rather than the thoughts of Cha-young with someone else. Or worse, the images of what he wanted to do with her.
It wasn’t until the audience’s applause erupted that he realized that it was over. Somehow, he survived without any exclamations of anger or having to hide a growing problem in his lap. His body acted on autopilot, taking Ms. Kim’s arm as he escorted her out of the theatre. They talked about the opera, and Vincenzo thanked god that this was one he had watched many times. It’d be embarrassing to admit that he barely paid attention to the show. He walked her to her car, smiling and charming her when needed, but his mind was growing increasingly far away from Ms. Kim and more onto Cha-young.
“Thank you for indulging me on this date,” Ms. Kim smiled at him kindly before continuing, “You should go get her, you know. The girl you’ve been staring at the whole night.”
Vincenzo blanched at her, the shock spreading across her face. “But- how- wha-” he sputtered in front of her, his face growing hot with embarrassment.
“Oh please, it doesn’t take a genius to know what you were doing,” she scoffed at him, laughing lightly, “If it makes you feel better, she was looking at you the whole night.”
“She was? - I mean, I’m sorry Mrs. Kim,” he started apologizing, when she stopped him with a hand.
“You should go interrupt her date, I’m sure she’d appreciate it. Meanwhile, I’m going to return home. Thank you Vincenzo, for taking me on this date,” she smiled at him as she closed the door to her car and the driver drove away. Vincenzo ran his hand through his hair as he scoffed lightly. Time to go ruin her date.
“And you’re sure he’ll come over here?” Cha-young asked Min Seok for the millionth time, keeping her eye out for Vincenzo and Mrs. Kim as they walked out of the theatre. Cha-young, not so obviously, spent the whole opera wondering about Vincenzo instead of focusing on the show. Truly, she can’t believe that people watched and enjoyed this. The shrill voices made her head hurt and it wasn’t like she could understand what they were saying. Call her uncultured, but she’d rather go out for a drink and some dinner than watch that with someone, even Vincenzo.
Min seok rolled his eyes at her as he snorted, “Do you want to bet? 20 dollars says he’ll come under some disguised excuse to whisk you away from me. And obviously, I’ll be a great date and leave you. All alone with him.” He wiggled her eyebrows at her suggestively and she let out her signature laugh as she hit his arm lightly. They were almost to his car, when a voice interrupted them.
“Ms. Hong!” Vincenzo’s voice called out behind them, and they turned to see him waving, as he walked directly towards her. He approached the two of him, but his gaze burned through her and set her on fire.
“Fancy seeing you here,” she replied, winking at him, smiling up at him knowingly.
“I thought you weren’t an opera type gal?” Vincenzo laughed lightly, but the way he clenched his jaw slightly told her otherwise.
“I changed my mind,” she replied and for a moment, it felt like they were the only people in the room. Min Seok let out a small cough and she snapped out of her trance as Vincenzo’s expression shifted into annoyance for less than a second before it transformed back into his regular one. “Ah, yes, Mr. Cassano, this is Ahn Min Seok. We’re old classmates and he’s a fellow lawyer.” Min Seok stretched out an arm for a handshake and Vincenzo accepted.
“Ah, nice to meet you,” he replied as he gripped Min Seok’s hand. Min Seok let out a small yelp, before retracting his hand back. “Well, Mr. Ahn, I’m sorry to have to do this but I’m going to have to borrow Ms. Hong for now. We have some work to finish so I’ll take her back home,” he said, apologetically, although he didn’t look too apologetic.
“Oh alright then,” Min Seok replied, smiling slightly, “It was nice meeting you Mr. Cassano, I hope our paths cross again. I’ll be leaving first.” Min Seok walked around to his car, smirking slightly at Cha-young before driving off. Ah damn, it looks like I owe him 20 dollars. She watched him leave, and glanced up at Vincenzo, who was smiling wide. God, he acts so cool but he’s such a child.
“Aren’t you on a date with Mrs. Kim?” she whipped around to ask him, as soon as Min Seok’s car left the parking lot.
“What about your date?” he said in response, venom dripping from his every word. His expression shifted into something much darker as he looked at her.
“He’s a friend,” she replied to him, nonchalantly.
“A friend wouldn’t touch you like that,” he gritted out to her, stepping closer, trapping her against a random car.
Unfettered, she only moved her head closer to him, looking into his eyes as she said “Why? Would you like to touch me like that?” She smirked up at him, daring him to do what she wanted to all night. He grew closer to her and her chest grew tight in anticipation for what they were about to do. He drew closer, his pink lips looking soft and inviting as ever and then, he paused.
“Get in the car.” he ground out, only centimeters away from her face. And then, he moved away from her and headed to his car, parked a couple spaced over. He climbed inside the car, slamming the door, the sound echoing in the garage. Damn it. Gritting her teeth, she stalked over, opened the door and climbed inside.
The car ride was tense, silence and tension filling the air as he drove back home. She snuck her fair share of glances at him, his concentration on the road ahead. The way he gripped the steering wheel spurred her imagination, visions of him gripping her hands above her head while he touched her until she screamed. She bit her lip as she turned her gaze outside, clenching her thighs together in an attempt to get any friction, to alleviate the building want in her as she imagined more of everything she wanted him to do with her. Do to her.
She kept her gaze away for the rest of the ride until they reached his apartment. He rushed out first, without even a glance at her, as he marched forward, making his way up to his home. She trudged behind, the heels slowing her down. When they were almost to his front door, he paused abruptly, before turning around and stalking towards her. He grabbed her wrist, without saying anything and dragged her inside the house, pausing for a moment to take off his shoes and then allowing her too. He dragged her into his bedroom, and without giving her a moment to breathe or to ask him what he was doing, he drew closer and closer to her until she was up against the wall, the energy sparking between them as she looked into his eyes.
“This dress,” he started, his finger tip at the base of her neck, lightly tracing along her collarbones, “has been teasing me all night. Did you know that Cha-young?” His finger grazed up the column of her throat as she drew a sharp breath, the light touch driving her crazy as he pressed closer. The way he said her name, his voice sultry and gravelly, and the way he looked at her lit her on fire. His head dipped, his breath against her neck driving her insane with the need to have him closer. He blew a cool breeze against her neck and she shivered in response, before he drew closer to her face. “Do you know how unfair it was to watch him touch you like that?” he asked her, his eyes dipping down to her lips, before looking into her eyes.
Not dignifying him a response, she crashed her lips into his. His lips were softer than she could have imagined, but it was nothing compared to his passion. He kissed like fire, threatening to consume her, but she fought back with her own. Her tongue grazed against his bottom lip and he groaned into her mouth, as she pulled him closer by his tie. She brushed her hands along his chest and moved to remove his suit jacket, and he complied, dropping it behind him. His hand then cupped her jaw, pulling her into the kiss more, as his other hand trailed down her chest and settled onto her waist.
He drew back, his lips reddened from kissing, trailing his finger down the valley between her breasts, exposed by her dress, and ground out, “This dress has got to go.”
“Take it off, then Mr. Consigliere,” she smirked at him trying to rile him up, but her breathless voice from his kisses betrayed her. He leaned back in to leave harsh kisses along her jaw and her neck, as his hands found the zipper of her dress. She took that time to work off the buttons on his shirt, and spread her hands along the planes of his chest. He slipped the dress off, letting it pool at her feet, leaving her in just her panties as the gown had cups built-into him.
He groaned as he took in the sight of her pale skin and her perky breasts, her nipples hardening against the cold bedroom. He quickly took off the rest of his shirt as Cha-young watched his arms flex and took in his chest and his abs, before she pulled him back in, eager to feel his bare skin on hers. She dragged her body up and close to him, the warmth on his body only drawing her in as Vincenzo’s hands went to cup her breast, the pads of his fingers teasingly light that left her breathless. Without giving her any respite, he rolled his hips into hers, and she could feel him, hard against her, as his sucked and nipped at the curve of her neck.
His hands traced the curve of her back, over her ass and hoisted her up against the wall. Using the other, he trailed his hand across her breasts and down her navel, his finger slipping into her panties as she gasped. His fingers teased and hovered above her clit, barely touching as he drew away from her. His eyes were dark, his pupils blown out with desire as he smirked at her bucking her hips up in an attempt to gain more friction.
“What do you want, Cha-young? Just ask,” he looked smug, enjoying the feeling of her completely at his mercy.
“I’m not begging you, Vincenzo,” she scoffed at him. I’m not giving into him that easy.
“Oh?” he tilted his head as the pads of his thumb lightly brushed against her clit, and dragged down, and he dipped his head down to her breast, swiping his tongue across her nipple lightly. She arched in response as she stifled a moan, attempting to not fall apart so easily in front of him. He continued his ministrations, occasionally switching his attentions to her other breast making sure neither was left alone for too long. He massaged her clit light and slow, as she struggled not to break then and there.
“Faster,” she asked, her voice breathy and closing her eyes in an effort not to see his damn smug expression.
“Aren’t you forgetting a word there?” he asked innocently, and then pressed his thumb against her clit, having her scream out.
“Please!,” she cried out and he relented, touching her with a hunger great enough to devour her. Her mind was overloaded with the sensations of him, the pleasure of his hands on her overwhelming her.
He picked her up off the wall, her legs latching around him as he maneuvered her onto the bed. He dragged her panties over her hips and discarded them, leaving bruising kisses around her thighs and her hips. Wasting no time, he unbuckled his belt, and shed his pants leaving him in just his boxers as he climbed over her. She traced down his chest, her hand slipping below the waistband of his boxers and he groaned as her fingers grazed his cock. He shuddered as she dragged his boxers down and wrapped her hands around his cock, his voice breathy and low.
“Ah, not so bold now are you?” she asked, her voice saccharine. He looked up at her with dark eyes, before he drew away slightly, his hands searching the nightstand. He pulls out a condom and rolls it on before entering her without much warning. He paused for a slight moment, giving her time to adjust before fucking her at a bruising pace, the vulgar sounds of their bodies meeting echoing through the room. Her hands dragged down his back and he hissed as her nails dug into his skin. There was no gentleness in him when he pounded into her, and her body aches for him to go faster, go harder. Her moans grew louder as his hand massaged her clit, mixing into the pleasure of him entering her.
There was nothing sweet about what they were doing together, her want for him overpowering whatever emotions she felt for him. It’s messy and unrefined, as they reached their climax but neither of them relent. Their fires burned and consumed each other into the night, as Cha-young ignored the consequences of what sin they were committing with each other.
can we just talk about the PARALLELS between the finger flick scene but also how they differed in their own ways? Vincenzo, the one who acts cool and tough pauses and only taps her lightly, lying and saying he missed. but, Cha-young steps closer, much closer to him than when he flicked her, and there’s the slight shock in her eyes before she flicked hard, startling him in the opposite ways.
they’re both so different in personality but they act in similar ways and that’s why they’re so perfect for each other
okay imagine cha-young calling him by his korean name instead of his italian name. i feel like THAT would be so much more impactful because cha-young has gotten to see sides of him that he hasn’t revealed to anyone else so it’s feel so right to have her be the first one to call him by his true name
not to mention the shift from being a foreigner in the land/out of place to having a family/someone of his OWN and finding a place in korea
Hey hey, I'm here with a chayenzo ask! Could you possibly write vincenzo kissing cha young to stop her from teasing him about the mafia (like she did in the ep when she found out)? Thanks in advance!!
her lips are like the galaxy's edge (her kiss, the color of a constellation)
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summary: “If I don’t what, Mr. Mafia?” she cut him off, smirking up at him, challenging him to push back.
But he did something unexpected.
a/n: thank you so much for requesting this anon! i combined this with another idea i had so i really hope this turned out well! my head was really full with this idea so i literally speed ran my essay so i could write this. as always, i hope you enjoy :D
“Vincenzo Quasano: Mafia Lawyer!” Cha-young exclaims as she skips down the pavement, the sunny and infectious weather fueling her weightless laughter. She tilted her head towards Vincenzo, her charming and ever-cool partner, and paused, waiting for him to catch up. Fighting Babel was a constant weight on their shoulders, but Cha-young knew her incessant remarks and teasing would spur the handsome lawyer into pushing off his plotting and spar with her. Cha-young didn’t know about him, but the less she thought about Babel, the less the guilt hung over her shoulders. Not to mention, the more she sparred with him, the more her body thrummed with an energy to keep testing how far she could push.
Vincenzo’s carefully constructed expression stayed neutral as ever, but the crease between his eyebrows and the slight pursing of his lips told everything she needed to know. He also dealt her his classic glare, but she paid it no attention. Pushing people’s buttons is always fun, but Vincenzo ignited a fuel in her to press every single one at once, like a kid in an elevator.
“Ah, how lucky I am to have a cutthroat mafia lawyer in my life!” Cha-young sang, as she shimmied and sashayed her way forward, Vincenzo right by her side. Right at that moment, some kid shot her a dirty look as he walked the opposite way, popsicle in hand. The audacity of this kid. On an impulse, she stuck her tongue out at him as he passed by. That ought to show him. She smirked as the kid skewed his path to stay as far away as possible. Victory! As she turned her head towards Vincenzo, she noticed the incredulous look on his face.
“Kids these days. So disrespectful.” she tutted, grinning at him like she did nothing wrong. He, in classic cool guy fashion huffed at her antics, but she saw the smile on his face. That can’t do at all.
“Ah is Mr. Mafia afraid of being embarrassed by me? Aren’t mafia men brave? Surely, they aren’t swayed so easily, are they?” she quipped, increasing her volume with each passing word.
“Ms. Hong, please-” he gritted out, his face hardening into annoyance. There it is.
“Please?” she taunted back pushing her face closer, finally getting the reaction she really wanted.
“Ms. Hong if you don’t-”
“If I don’t what, Mr. Mafia?” she cut him off, smirking up at him, challenging him to push back. But he did something unexpected. He paused in his path, his hand closing into a fist and his eyes squeezing shut. Cha-young pivoted to face him, but before she could ask why, his hand shot out and pulled her wrist towards him as he walked into the alleyway.
She stumbled behind him into the alleyway, and Vincenzo started muttering something under his breath. How could he insult me when I can’t even hear what he’s saying! As his incessant muttering became louder, he started pacing back and forth, his hand gestures getting more exaggerated. That was certainly not Korean. It was Italian. Admittedly, Vincenzo speaking to her in Italian got her blood racing but it also irked her to no end.
Cha-young crossed her arms as she stood, her back facing the grimey walls of the small corridor he stuffed them into. She could barely breathe without smelling his intoxicating cologne, the smell that engulfed her whenever she embraced him. The scent that followed her into her dreams.
“Hong Cha-Young, you-” he spun to face her, pausing his pacing and shaking his finger at her before he delved into incoherent italian.
Cha-young sighed, schooling her face into a bored expression that she hoped would goad him into coming closer and closer. “What did I do Mr. Cassano? Aw, is the mafia lawyer agitated?” she taunted further, tilting her head mockingly.
He spun towards her. And then froze.
“Come puoi essere la donna più intrigante e al tempo stesso più esasperante che abbia mai incontrato? Hong Cha-Young, mia cara, hai idea di quanto mi fai impazzire?” he asked, as he stepped closer to her, slow like a predator stalking his prey.
“È tutta colpa tua. Il tipo di sogni con cui sono stato tormentato da quando ti ho incontrato,” his voice dropped lower, “Essere impigliato con te è qualcosa che non posso permettermi. Eppure, le tue labbra. Le tue dannate labbra rosse perseguitano ogni mio pensiero al risveglio.” By the end of his cursings, his face neared hers. All she fixated on was his burning anger and proximity and how deliciously intoxicating it was. Her body itched to step back, to calm her racing heart, but she wouldn’t let him win so easily.
She stepped closer, tilting her face up until she looked directly into his molton brown eyes. But as she opens her mouth to push him further, Vincenzo crashes into her as he tangles his hand into her hair and pulls her into a kiss. His lips are soft when they meet hers, just as she had dreamt, but his mouth demands more, more, more. He backs her against the wall, one hand threaded through her hair cushioning her head as the other settles on her waist.
Cha-young tugs against his tie, pulling him closer until his body is fully pressed and she can feel the heat of his body against hers. Her other hand roams his torso and his back, attempting to memorize the feel of his body.
They continue, their mouths moving in tandem with one another, each other’s fire threatening to engulf the other. As she breaks away for a breath, he pulls her back into an even more bruising kiss. Cha-young felt her whole body burn for him as his tongue brushed across her bottom lip, teasing her into kissing harder, giving more.
His hand tugs on her hair as he breaks away from her lips, tilting her head to expose her neck, and moving his attention towards her jaw and the soft skin of her neck. Cha-young gasps as he nibbles and kisses down her throat, each one more bruising than the next. Her every sense, every thought was flooded with how his body felt, how his warmth spread against hers, how intoxicating he smelled and how each groan he let out drove her insane with need.
“If I knew this was all it took to shut you up, I would have done it a long time ago.” he taunted her, his voice just a whisper. He pulled away from her, leaving her breathless against the wall and looking at his smirking face. His eyes were still dark, the fire still burning within them, but as her gaze dropped down to his lips and back up, there was something new in his eyes. Something soft. Something... more terrifying.
But as quickly as it appeared, she watched it vanish off his eyes, and his face hardened back into the mask. He steps away from her as if it hurt to look at her, his hands smoothening his shirt and fixing his tie. Without sparing her another glance, Cha-young watches as Vincenzo walks away from her, and back into the pavement. Is it so easy for him to walk away from me, even after what we’ve done?
Her thoughts are scrambled, replying the moment before as she pushes the hurt away. He’s just a momentary distraction. People have walked away from her before, and he’s no different. She shuts her eyes, in a futile attempt to center herself, before she walks away from the haven the alleyway offered.
a/n: here are the italian translations:
“How can you be the most intriguing yet the most infuriating woman i've ever met? Hong Cha-Young, my dear, do you have any idea how crazy you drive me?”
“It's all your fault. The kinds of dreams i've been plagued with since i've met you.”
“Being tangled up with you is something I can't afford. And yet, your lips. Your damned red lips haunt my every waking thought.”
