your single foolish word might be able to save someone. but, on the other hand, don't forget that someone might get hurt because of that. a single word from you could easily take someone else's life. don't forget that.
When Shin Ha Ri told Kang Tae Moo to try a real relationship instead of a fake one, that it was better for the long-term, homeboy started planning a life with her in his head, from the wedding to joint tombstones, probably.
He's just doing what you said, Ha Ri 😅 He imprinted on you. Like a little duckling.
Summary: She's drunk and he's weak. Formula for bad decisions.
Author's note: Thank you to the kdrama gods for giving me new muses, writing is so much fun again! I couldn't help myself with these two and then a little birdy @orphiccs told me that my baby girl is a dom in the manga and well other elements were added🙃 I'll be happy if we get to see this couple kiss for more than 10 seconds on Saturday.
This shouldn't be happening for a plethora of reasons- foremost she's drunk, he'd bared witness to her overwhelming liquid consumption and knew she couldn't be in her right mind. Her face had been scarlet flushed and burning bright before it mashed into his. Lord, it had been barely a peck but that smidgen of connection was enough to set him aflame.
He'd tried so hard to abstain. So fucking hard. Running away with the first sight of her in the hallway waiting for the elevator looking like a page from a high fashion magazine. He wanted nothing to do with her, or so he tried to convince himself. It was easy to place the blame on Taemu. His avoidance of her had everything to do with loyalty and nothing to do with his attraction to her.
He could admit that she was gorgeous, if he were frivolous enough to have a type she'd be it. Effortlessly captivating and not scared to push his buttons when she felt wronged.
It was honestly for both of them, he had nothing to offer someone like her. Everything he had was borrowed, given to him out of pity and consolation. He'd been wanted sexually before, his hours spent at the gym yielded a body that the opposite found irresistible.
But it wasn't enough to result in a relationship that was worthwhile beyond a tumble in bed.
He jolts back to reality as she slams him into his door, his head bouncing none too gently as she attempts to climb him like a rope twisting and grinding hotly on him. He'd have to be dead not to react to the stimulation, he breathes out hard losing his will to stop this each passing second.
"Been thinking about this since I first saw you." She mumbles between them, slurring her words as she thrusts a warm tongue into his open mouth. He has no idea why she's been so adamant about pursuing him, honestly thought she would have given up on this futile chase before they ever reached this point. He was hardly worth the work that she had put in.
"Open the door." She commands, glossy eyes peering up into his face and he knows that he should stop this and tell her to go home.
"Don't you dare stop this. I'm seeing you naked tonight." She hisses at him.
His chest constricts from the dark promise and her hard gaze. He's never had a woman come on to him this strongly-not that he's complaining, the tightness of his dress pants are proof but most importantly he's never wanted to obey someone this badly. What is it about her that makes him want to listen to her every command?
There's no time to think about his compulsion to listen as she sticks her hand firmly down the front of his pants, grabbing him through the now too thin material.
"Fuck." He can't stop the expulsion of breath at the bold touch. There's been no one for a long time, far too long according to his adoptive grandfather. But it's been his choice, nobody could abandon him if never let them in or expected them to stay. He's learned that life is best without any expectations.
On autopilot he taps in his pin- the day he was adopted and his world spins as she latches onto his shoulder and turns him back around.
She looks like she wants to eat him whole. Eyes undressing him before she shoves him onto the couch, hard before crawling into his lap.
He watches her move in awed silence, stiff as a board as she gets comfortable on his growing erection.
"I can't believe I got you underneath me finally."
She doesn't give him an opportunity to respond to her accidental confession, instead tugging his head to the side and placing gentle kisses against the hot skin of his neck. They grow harder almost immediately as he starts writhing beneath her. Her tongue lapping at him, licking up the long column then reaching and nibbling on his ears.
He feels himself losing resolve as she grinds languidly while toying with him. He grabs her hips just to center himself but that only encourages her and suddenly she leans back and in one fluid motion, rips off her top putting perky breasts encased in lace dangerously close to his face.
"Wait. Wait wait wait." He fumbles using her discarded shirt to haphazardly cover her heaving chest especially as the desire to pull the cup down and devour her whole surges inside him.
He promptly looks away, ineffectively trying to stop them both from making a huge mistake solely based on misplaced hormones. They're neighbors this won't bode well.
Staring at the wall he speaks, "We should stop. You've been drinking and I don't want to take advantage."
The silence is loud as he awaits her answer, willing his overly excited member to get with the program.
Stopping. They are stopping.
"You keep trying to draw lines between us. I was the one avoiding you, why did you tell me to stop? Why did you even save me? You could have just ignored me like you usually do."
Because it was only bearable when he was the one avoiding her, but watching her dodge and hide from him cut him in a way that made him realize how she had been feeling all along. Hurt.
He flinches at the bitterness in her tone, already missing the soft sultry tone from earlier. This was what he wanted so why does he feel like shit rolled up and then set on fire?
He bites his lip, no answer on his tongue. He has no logical explanation for his behavior, his fingers stroke her hip in a silent apology. She sighs above him, placing her hands on top of his.
"Look at me."
He does. Instantly. Body moving before his brain can catch up.
A small smirk forms on her pretty lips.
"I want you. And I think you want me back. At least like this." She gestures between their body. He doesn't disagree not yet ready to explore his feelings for her beyond sexual attraction. It had been impossible to sleep the night after the police station, he wanted nothing more than to knock on her door and hold her and tell her everything would be okay, he would protect her.
But that wasn't his role. He wasn't her.... anything. He had no right.
"So stop fighting it. It's just sex right?"
The words cut like a dagger, piercing him down to his very soul. He misses the flicker in her eyes and the way her hands tighten on her side, misses everything because he's too busy telling his heart that this is okay. This was all they were going to be from the start.
Meaningless sex was his destiny.
Slipping back on his familiar mask he stares back at her angry and refusing to admit why. Impulsively he grabs her neck dragging her back against him, she's ready for the collision kissing him harshly their tongues tangling as they crash against each other. Each time they separate like magnets they slam back together, both trying to dominate the other.
His lips feels bruised but that's not enough to detour him. And this time when she grabs him again, he retaliates by grabbing her breasts and they're plush and perfect in his palms, taut nipples poking through the fabric. He breaks the kiss, tugging her bra down and wrapping his mouth around the sensitive skin like he's been wanting to, her moan fuel to his flames. He sucks hard enough to leave a bruise and simultaneously she strokes him firmly from bottom to tip, he's already so close it's embarrassing. Moisture pebbling and dirtying his pants.
"Yes, just like that. Right there, fuck. I want you inside me." She praises him rocking back and forth against his hardness while pushing her breasts into his mouth forcing him to suckle even more.
There's no way he would survive sex sex with her. He would explode before they even got started.
He panics as she unbuttons his pants and tugs at his zipper.
"I don't have a condom." He lies, much to his embarrassment the chairman kept him and Taemu well stocked with supplies. He was eager for great grandchildren but not accidental ones born from women with ulterior motives.
"You don't have a condom?" She parrots back looking like he killed her dog and he almost feels guilty for lying to her.
But her disappointment is short lived, without preamble she stands up this time taking off her pants. She's wearing the tiniest pair of panties he's ever seen in his life and he's never been this aroused by anyone, ever.
"We can still do other things."
Then she drops to her knees and nope, no that will last two seconds and he doesn't want their relationship to end prematurely so he awkwardly pulls her back up. Frustrated she pouts at him and he wants to kiss that pout off her lips, he's never been tested quite like this before.
"You make everything so difficult. Fine. About I keep my hands to myself and you do the same?"
He nods in agreement thinking she is finally ready to stop and there is still a way to salvage this night without her completely hating him.
He moves to stand up and drags a hand through his hair, a borrowed tick when he hears her moan, deep and straight from her core. Turning in alarm he is not prepared to see her lounging on his couch, her legs spread wide as she plunges her own fingers into her warm center.
He gulps at the sight. She's moist, he can see the moisture glistening on her skin from his aerial view. Then she tweaks her own nipples looking up at him with challenge. Pointedly keeping her hands to herself.
He has never watched a woman masturbate before. She thrusts inside shallowly while rubbing frantically at the top, her breath coming out in hurried pants he knows he should look away but his eyes simply won't move. He can see the beads of sweat collecting on her collarbone, her now bare chest jiggling as she moves up and down and her wet center unfurling as she penetrates herself deeper and harder.
He loses the ability to breathe, straining in his pants and forcing his hand to stay still and not stroke himself until he's undone.
She arches her back giving him an even better worst view, her gorgeous body fully on display and he feels no better than that voyeur getting pleasure watching her.
With a struggle, he closes his eyes hearing his heart beat thundering in his mind. It's no better, the noises she makes sound even more erotic with his eyes closed. But he forces his lids to stay closed. He's barely hanging on by a thread.
"No. Watch me. I didn't have a choice before but if I did I'd want you to look at me. Your eyes only. Only you."
He gasps loudly, blinking his eyes open. Her words are too intimate, the way they are watching each other is too intimate. This doesn't feel like just sex. They're not even touching each other but she's driving him crazy.
But he watches her. Looks at every movement of her body. Her fingers in and out, swirl, in then out. Nipples pinched and tugged roughly by perfectly manicured fingers. Teeth biting down into red bruised lips and eyes fluttering closed, almost rolling over. It's intoxicating and for a moment it feels like he's the one that's drunk, he can barely find his bearings. His composure has been devastated and shattered into unrecognizable pieces. All the blood in his body has relocated to one part, heavy thick and ready.
Then he hears what ultimately unravels him.
"Sung Hoon. Ah yes. Deeper, more. I'm so close!"
He misses the moment that she reaches her pinnacle because simultaneously intense toe curling pleasure washes over him, knocking him off his feet as his member pulses untouched. When he pries his eyes open, he sees the realization blossom on her face just as it dawns on him.
"Did you....just from watching me?"
There's no point lying as the evidence is in the front of his pants.
Embarrassment doesn't even begin to explain his feelings. He wants to disappear.
She giggles before passing out on his couch.
He stares in shock, nothing about this night has gone the way he expected.
With a sigh he stands up once more, considering what to do with her before bending to pick her up. He walks to his bedroom almost laughing that they never even made it here, he'll have to steam clean the couch before Taemu comes over. He would actually die from that embarrassment.
She snuggles into his arms as he walks with her. So innocent and sweet in her slumber. All lies.
When he finally reaches his bedroom, he pauses at the doorway second guessing going past this line. Then she shivers in his arms and the decision is made for him. He steps inside refusing to think about what he's doing and gently places her on his bed. Young-Seo half naked in his bed. He'll have to work hard at erasing that image from his brain.
Fatigue finally hitting him he walks over to his dresser, grabbing a large plain shirt. A company field day shirt with dancing dumplings on it. Quickly, he discards his soiled pants and with a glance to make sure she's still asleep he steps out of his underwear grimacing at the mess he made before tugging on clean boxers. He might never live this down.
He interrupts his deprecating thoughts walking back over to her. There's more important matters at hand.
It's easy to dress her, her limbs malleable in his hands as he tugs the shirt over her head covering her nude body.
His body both thanks and berates him.
She's wearing my clothes.
Damn.
Another thing he'll have to erase.
With a sigh he begins to leave, he's so tired the couch sounds perfect right now.
"Don't go." Suddenly she grabs his hand and he looks down at the hand and then back to her face, she's still asleep lashes fanned across her rosy cheeks.
He dismisses her plea, she's just talking in her sleep. Softly he removes her hand from his, shifting to exit the room and let them both get much needed rest.
"Sung Hoon, don't go." She begs again, sounding like she's on the verge of tears and he's weak. He gives in.
"Shhh I'm right here. You're having a bad dream. I won't let anything happen to you. Never."
He would never utter those words if she were awake to hear them but here in the dark he feels brave, enough so to speak what's on his mind.
In his heart.
He climbs into the bed alongside her, smiling when she immediately wraps herself around him like an octopus. He settles against his pillow, stroking her hair until she stops grumbling and fades into a dreamless sleep.
"I'll leave when she falls asleep."
But instead he falls right with her and they rest all night, cuddled in each other's arms - his back to her front- not a care or worry in the world. Tomorrow can wait until tomorrow.
Please leave my house alone.
-How can I leave it alone? Why do you always leave such a mess, Sung-hoon?
Let me tell you again. It’s not a mess. I just have my own way of organizing things.
Taemu might be a workaholic but at the end of the day he resembles his grandpa in almost every way, be it the wholesome kindness and open way he shows his love or his flair for grand romantic gestures. He is such a genuinely amazing person, making grandpa proud. His grandpa has been showering him with love his whole life and it was only a matter of time before Taemu found someone he could give and show his own love.
I’ve been watching Business Proposal since the day it premiered. It started out good and gradually improved with each episode to a point where it’s now a genuinely great rom-com: fast-paced, well-written, nicely directed, with amazing actors who have insane chemistry. It proves that even fluffy romances with wholesome characters and simple plot can be awesome and engaging and don’t need to be boring, if they’re executed right.
We’re both cowards who give up super easily. We’re alike in that way.
Do you know why you two did so poorly? […] It’s because you two… are cowards. You make up excuse after excuse and give up before you even act. Have the courage to take the first step. Once you do, the way forward will make itself clear to you.
Quick grabs in Singapore 😍 ~ Kueh, kaya, prawn rolls, Teh Tarik and Chicken Soup for the Soul 💜 #getaway (at Singapore, Singapore) https://www.instagram.com/p/BoZLgP3Fe6g/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=158il2ij8sgbx
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