The Ghost of Love That's Past: The Talk
Note: It has been quite some time since I have even considered writing a new chapter for this one. Bear with me, okay? Gomawo. Hehe. And if you have no idea what is going on, read the first two chapters. That will explain a lot. :>
The Englishman in him that suddenly appeared really ordered a cup of tea and an Iced Americano from the cafe downstairs. They were confirming his order, finding it weird for one person to order two drinks of totally contrasting temperatures, but they gave him what he wanted, anyways. His order was immediately brought up to his room by computer: the whole process is eerily similar to the way one would store Pokemon at Pokemon games.
When he brought their drinks to the bedside table, she was giving him a serious pout.
"Yooooooooong," she whined, her left eyebrow already raised.
He let out a silent chuckle. 'She's really back,' he said. He sat in the couch across the bed. He continued staring at her. She smiled. He smiled.
He winked with his right eye. She winked back with her left. Her wink was executed to perfection.
He laughed. "Ooh, Hyun, you can do your winks perfectly, now? The last time I remember, whenever you try to wink with your left eye, it is really evident that you struggle."
She smiled. "Of course," she said. "The people up there," and she pointed to the ceiling, "taught me how to do it effortlessly. I didn't spend sixteen years in Heaven doing nothing, you know."
He froze. He didn't really know what to say. The fact that she knows that she's already dead is already sending chills down his spine. He just stood there and stared. She laughed, stood up, put the book that she was reading down on the table, and gave his right eye a kiss. He was still motionless.
She let out a small giggle and said, "Ayyy, jeongmal. Back when I was alive, those kisses would make you go crazy," she said and tapped his nose. The tap effectively drew Yonghwa's wandering consciousness back to its proper container. He followed her with his eyes. He saw him taking the tea that he bought, and drank it. His jaw would've dropped to the ground, if it was possible.
"Hy-hy-hy-hy-hyu..."
"You're stuttering now? Haha, jeongmal Yong, what is wrong with you?" she playfully asked.
"Y-y-you can hold the cup?"
"Yes, obviously."
"I thought you wouldn't be able to, since..."
"I'm a ghost?" she interrupted. She laughed, then approached him with her tender eyes fixated upon him. "If I'm a ghost, do you think I can do this?"
She suddenly grabbed his crotch. If he was still in his forties, he would've attacked her already. But right now, he's too busy controlling his bladder, due to a mix of fear and the two bottles of beer he drank downstairs with Minhyuk.
She was totally enjoying seeing him control the urges he had. She would've never thought that he was actually holding his pee. "You dirty choding. My dirty. Little. Choding." Seohyun said in a sultry voice that he has never heard for quite some time.
His pee definitely went back up. He was already starting to feel something else.
'Now, that I think about it, the sexy voice she did just now just got hornier,' Yonghwa thought. He suddenly said his thoughts out loud. "Who the hell have taught her these things?"
He was shocked hearing the words he said. She was definitely shocked too. He looked at her, then she saw guilt in her eyes. Then it changed to a bright expression, and she just laughed it off.
"Would you like me to tell you?" Hyun asked him, still using that uber-sultry voice of hers. She put down her cup of tea in the table beside the couch. She sat on his lap, facing him. He suddenly discovered that his doubts about him being impotent were false, as blood rushed to the old rod. The engine was ready for battle.
"I wouldn't die if I nail you right now, right?" Yonghwa asked her in a tone that even he himself hasn't heard for quite a while.
She laughed. She positioned her lips in front of him. "No," she whispered.
He couldn't take it any longer. He sealed her lips with his.
They were soon making out all over the place. Soon, they were making so much noise that they suddenly noticed several thumps made by the guests next door, shouting random Filipino banter that they couldn't understand. Yonghwa heard a curse from the foreign ranting. They didn't mind it though. It has been 16 long years of him being alone. 16 long years of just being content seeing his goddess in videos, in pictures, in audio recordings, even. 16 long years of waiting to die.
But she was there. In the flesh. With him. Making sweet music that he thought he would never experience again.
Soon, they were just laying on the bed. It might seem a little weird (or common, whatever tickles your fancy) to see an old man together with a younger woman naked in bed. But they didn't give a damn. They were together. They were one. He was laying on the bed, facing the ceiling. His goddess' head was resting in his wrinkly chest.
Seohyun lets out a very satisfied sigh. "I thought you were already in your sixties?"
"I am," Yonghwa answered, fiddling with her hair as if it were spaghetti.
"Your sex drive was too much for a sixty year old," she joked.
"Yah!" he answered affectionately.
There was silence.
"But really, who taught you how to blink properly? And who helped you improve your sexy voice?" he asked her curiously.
She laughed. "Ayy, jeongmal, Yonghwa. I'll tell you everything in the morning."
He sighed in agreement.
"Good night," he said.
"Good night," she said.
Silence.
"Saranghaeyo, my beautiful goddess," he said.
"Saranghaeyo, my dirty little choding," she said.
Comforting silence blanketed them as they soon lull each other to sleep.
Seohyun suddenly screamed however.
"YAH! Why did you squeeze my breasts?"
"I was just making sure you're still here, Hyun, hehe. Miahne. Saranghaeyo."
Another Note: WOOOOOW never thought there'd be a sex scene in this one. HAHAHAHA. COMMENT! LIKE IT! Yongseo fighting! :D
The Englishman in him that suddenly appeared really ordered a cup of tea and an Iced Americano from the cafe downstairs. They were confirming his order, finding it weird for one person to order two drinks of totally contrasting temperatures, but they gave him what he wanted, anyways. His order was immediately brought up to his room by computer: the whole process is eerily similar to the way one would store Pokemon at Pokemon games.
When he brought their drinks to the bedside table, she was giving him a serious pout.
"Yooooooooong," she whined, her left eyebrow already raised.
He let out a silent chuckle. 'She's really back,' he said. He sat in the couch across the bed. He continued staring at her. She smiled. He smiled.
He winked with his right eye. She winked back with her left. Her wink was executed to perfection.
He laughed. "Ooh, Hyun, you can do your winks perfectly, now? The last time I remember, whenever you try to wink with your left eye, it is really evident that you struggle."
She smiled. "Of course," she said. "The people up there," and she pointed to the ceiling, "taught me how to do it effortlessly. I didn't spend sixteen years in Heaven doing nothing, you know."
He froze. He didn't really know what to say. The fact that she knows that she's already dead is already sending chills down his spine. He just stood there and stared. She laughed, stood up, put the book that she was reading down on the table, and gave his right eye a kiss. He was still motionless.
She let out a small giggle and said, "Ayyy, jeongmal. Back when I was alive, those kisses would make you go crazy," she said and tapped his nose. The tap effectively drew Yonghwa's wandering consciousness back to its proper container. He followed her with his eyes. He saw him taking the tea that he bought, and drank it. His jaw would've dropped to the ground, if it was possible.
"Hy-hy-hy-hy-hyu..."
"You're stuttering now? Haha, jeongmal Yong, what is wrong with you?" she playfully asked.
"Y-y-you can hold the cup?"
"Yes, obviously."
"I thought you wouldn't be able to, since..."
"I'm a ghost?" she interrupted. She laughed, then approached him with her tender eyes fixated upon him. "If I'm a ghost, do you think I can do this?"
She suddenly grabbed his crotch. If he was still in his forties, he would've attacked her already. But right now, he's too busy controlling his bladder, due to a mix of fear and the two bottles of beer he drank downstairs with Minhyuk.
She was totally enjoying seeing him control the urges he had. She would've never thought that he was actually holding his pee. "You dirty choding. My dirty. Little. Choding." Seohyun said in a sultry voice that he has never heard for quite some time.
His pee definitely went back up. He was already starting to feel something else.
'Now, that I think about it, the sexy voice she did just now just got hornier,' Yonghwa thought. He suddenly said his thoughts out loud. "Who the hell have taught her these things?"
He was shocked hearing the words he said. She was definitely shocked too. He looked at her, then she saw guilt in her eyes. Then it changed to a bright expression, and she just laughed it off.
"Would you like me to tell you?" Hyun asked him, still using that uber-sultry voice of hers. She put down her cup of tea in the table beside the couch. She sat on his lap, facing him. He suddenly discovered that his doubts about him being impotent were false, as blood rushed to the old rod. The engine was ready for battle.
"I wouldn't die if I nail you right now, right?" Yonghwa asked her in a tone that even he himself hasn't heard for quite a while.
She laughed. She positioned her lips in front of him. "No," she whispered.
He couldn't take it any longer. He sealed her lips with his.
They were soon making out all over the place. Soon, they were making so much noise that they suddenly noticed several thumps made by the guests next door, shouting random Filipino banter that they couldn't understand. Yonghwa heard a curse from the foreign ranting. They didn't mind it though. It has been 16 long years of him being alone. 16 long years of just being content seeing his goddess in videos, in pictures, in audio recordings, even. 16 long years of waiting to die.
But she was there. In the flesh. With him. Making sweet music that he thought he would never experience again.
Soon, they were just laying on the bed. It might seem a little weird (or common, whatever tickles your fancy) to see an old man together with a younger woman naked in bed. But they didn't give a damn. They were together. They were one. He was laying on the bed, facing the ceiling. His goddess' head was resting in his wrinkly chest.
Seohyun lets out a very satisfied sigh. "I thought you were already in your sixties?"
"I am," Yonghwa answered, fiddling with her hair as if it were spaghetti.
"Your sex drive was too much for a sixty year old," she joked.
"Yah!" he answered affectionately.
There was silence.
"But really, who taught you how to blink properly? And who helped you improve your sexy voice?" he asked her curiously.
She laughed. "Ayy, jeongmal, Yonghwa. I'll tell you everything in the morning."
He sighed in agreement.
"Good night," he said.
"Good night," she said.
Silence.
"Saranghaeyo, my beautiful goddess," he said.
"Saranghaeyo, my dirty little choding," she said.
Comforting silence blanketed them as they soon lull each other to sleep.
Seohyun suddenly screamed however.
"YAH! Why did you squeeze my breasts?"
"I was just making sure you're still here, Hyun, hehe. Miahne. Saranghaeyo."
Another Note: WOOOOOW never thought there'd be a sex scene in this one. HAHAHAHA. COMMENT! LIKE IT! Yongseo fighting! :D