Jun 23, 2012 23:42
That day, I was on my way home from work. I was excited for dinner since Myung Soo was going to cook some hot pot. As I walked out of Le Rêve after work and started walking away, a black car pulled up and two men in black suits suddenly grabbed me and dragged me to the car.
I looked around and wondered why people weren’t bothered when a girl was kidnapped right before their eyes. I tried to escape, but one of them took out a gun, subtly so that passers-by would not notice. I froze immediately and didn’t try to escape anymore when they shoved me into the car. One of them made his way to the driver's seat, while the other stayed with me to handcuff my hands and placed a cover over my eyes. I kept myself calm as I sat down and waited, despite my thumping heart and pumping blood. I didn’t want to show them my fear. My head pondered over all the moves for a hand-to-hand combat, self-defence, one-step sparing, and anything else I could use from what I had learned from my Martial Arts classes to take down these two humongous men.
I felt the car stopping when we reached our destination and the man next to me disinterred my eyes. My vision was blurry for a moment, but soon adjusted to and I discovered myself in front of a café. I looked around curiously as the man next to me took out a key from his pocket to unlock the handcuff. Without a word, the other man opened the door to my left and I made my way out. I thought of running, but before I could put it into action, he pulled out a gun and pointed it at me. I looked away and took a deep breath.
Keep it calm, Amber. Keep it calm.
The second man, who was sitting with me during the entire journey, got out of the car and pushed me forward brusquely. “The boss would like to see you,” he stated callously.
It was then that I remembered them as the two men chasing after me and Myung Soo that night. They led me into the empty café, but that was only my thought until I spotted one customer sitting towards the back. He wore a black suit and sunglasses on the crook of his nose, at this time of day. They all looked like Men in Black to me, but I guessed that was the fashion for rich Parisian men.
But then it hit me, What’s with the gun?
I assumed the customer was Myung Soo’s dad as I made my way over to him. I bowed to him as I knew it was the Korean’s courtesy and since Myung Soo was Korean, I guessed that was polite enough. He nodded and signalled me to sit down. He then motioned the two men to stand outside the café, leaving me with him and the lady boss sitting behind the counter manicuring her nails, ignoring whatever was happening in her café.
“You must be confused right now,” a deep rough voice spoke from across me and stared at me through his sunglasses. “But I want you here for the matter of my son, L.”
I frowned. L? Did he get the wrong person?
“I’m sorry, who is L?" I inquired politely.
I saw the man’s eyebrows furrowed. “L. The boy you’re living with,” he clarified.
“I… think you got the wrong person," I faltered. "I’m… not living with anyone called ‘L’.”
The man took his sunglasses off swiftly, his hand trembling. “Could he… what’s his name then?" I went quiet as I wasn’t going to reveal Myung Soo's name to a stranger. “Did he say his name is Myung Soo?” My eyes light up at the mention of his name. That was the answer the man needed. He slammed his hand on the table angrily. I jolted in surprise, my eyes widened at the part of the table that he hit. “How dare he?!” the man hissed under his breath.
I swallowed hard before asking the question that I was actually scared to hear the answer of. “What is it that you want from me?” I kept my voice even despite how the walls felt like they were closing in on me.
He exhaled sharply. “I don’t know how much he has told you about us, but I certainly don’t like him being acquainted with normal girls like you, let alone telling you his real name.”
A pang of pain pricked through my chest when those words were released. I didn’t know why. I looked up at him, fear had been replaced by curiosity, and frowned. “Normal girls? Is it because you are so rich and I’m not?”
What? He wants an ‘abnormal’ girl for Myung Soo?
I wasn’t even sure why I asked this question myself when we weren’t even in that type of relationship. The man chuckled as he put his sunglasses back on, clearly didn't like the fact that I knew his face. The sound was similar to Myung Soo’s, except this man’s was frosty. He took a sip of his coffee before turning back to me.
“Is that what he told you? That he is the son of a rich Parisian man?”
I didn’t reply, but stared at him blankly. I didn’t even want to think of the possibility of Myung Soo lying to me. I trusted him…
“Young lady, do you know what it is that we do?” he asked again. I gazed into his sunglasses, retaining my blank look. I didn’t know what to answer. Without it, he knew what it was anyway. “I can’t believe he is going out with a naive girl like you,” he muttered, loud enough for me to hear. He took out a newspaper with the news of an important Parisian businessman assassinated on the front page. I looked back up at the sunglasses for more clues. I was granted with a direct answer, “We killed him.”
The room vibrated around me as sudden as the words came. I couldn’t hear other noises but the echo of his words in my ears. I was taken aback and unsure of what to say or how to react.
He leaned closer to me and warned me, “Young lady, I could kill you faster than you can think. You stay away from my son and I’ll make sure you keep your life.”
I stared at him blankly, too frozen to reply perhaps. I was in a daze. The question what did he just say? kept repeating in my head. I decided I had to ask Myung Soo for the truth.
“I’ll let you consider it,” he said before calling his two men in and sending them to return me to the café they kidnapped me from.
It was already six-thirty when I got back home. Myung Soo was at the kitchen cooking with my apron on. I would have laughed at him if my head wasn’t full with thoughts regarding his background. The windows were open to release the steam from the pot. I always complained to him about the windows because the wind was really cold, but this time I let it pass since I knew he was going to close them when we have dinner.
“Yo, Amber! It’s almost finished!" he informed me, then suggested, "Have a shower and let’s have dinner!”
“Okay,” I replied reluctantly.
I put my books and bag on my desk and got my clothes before entering the bathroom. He didn’t seem to notice that I was in a trance. I decided to ask him after dinner. He told me about his day as we ate and I listened attentively. It was our routine. I found it weird initially because I had not had a family dinner where we sit together since I was seven. I always wondered whether he really wanted to know about my day or just trying to keep the conversation going around me out of courtesy. I didn’t eat much that night since I had a lot of things in my mind. He decided to put the left-over food in the fridge and save it for tomorrow. My curiosity was eating me away as I was washing the dishes, but I wasn't sure how to bring up. Is it even my business?
Suddenly, Myung Soo came up behind me and took the bowl out of my hands. “What are you thinking about?” he asked casually as he let the water rinsed the soap off the bowl. “I’m all ears if you want to talk about it.”
I stared at him and wondered what I would do if he really did lie. I had given him my trust. I decided that his background wasn't my business at all, but if he lied to me, then it was.
“Okay.” I needed to know the truth. “Come around when you’re finished with the dishes.”
Soon, he joined me in the living room. I didn’t sit down as I was too impatient.
“So, what is it?" he asked, throwing himself onto the couch. “Are you going to sit down?”
Ignoring him, I went straight to the point. “Myung Soo, who are you?”
He knitted his brows with a lopsided smile. “Name Myung Soo, surname Kim. You know that.”
“What is it that your dad does?”
I didn't even beat around the bush and went straight for it. If he lied to me, then I needed to know.
I could see the flash of surprise in his eyes. He leaned back on the couch and raised an eyebrow. His dark eyes watched me grimly. “Why are you asking?”
“Tell me,” I said, suppressing the anger that just came to me. “Honestly.”
He heaved a sigh and looked away. “You don’t need to know.”
“Why?” I stared at him in disbelief while keeping my voice even. “I thought we’re friends.”
“You’re friends with me, not my dad!" he stated firmly.
I went over to my desk and took a newspaper out of my bag. I threw it on the desk in front of him and he froze when his eyes fell upon it.
“Answer me!” I cried out when the silence was getting longer.
I let my anger get the better of me. Logically, I shouldn’t be angry because he should have the right to not tell me about his identity. But the betrayal was greatly felt and I just wanted to clear things out before I figured out my next step.
He stood up instantly. I noticed his jaw hardening as he stared hard into my eyes. “Did my dad come to find you?”
“You haven’t answered me,” I reminded him, my voice harsh as I let it out. “Is it true? You’re a part of the mafia?”
He hesitated, swallowing the lump in his throat. After a while, he finally answered, “Yes. I’m sorry.” My muscles tightened. My throat felt dry. I was staring inanimately at him when he approached me with an apologetic look in his eyes. “Amber, I’m sorry.”
I snapped back to reality, noticing his move, and stepped back to grab a pillow from the couch behind me to throw it childishly at him.
“How could you?!” I snarled and walked away from him.
He caught the pillow and threw it on the couch behind him.
“I can’t choose who my dad is,” he shouted back in desperation, following me. “I didn’t choose to have my father be in the mafia and have a prostitute for a mother, did I?!” He panted after his big confession. I saw the guilt in his eyes for shouting at me and the thought of how ridiculous I was acting came to me but I wanted to hear or see none of it at that moment.
“I trusted you!” I bellowed, glaring at him furiously. My heart clenched, my head hurt, and my eyes were throbbing. I tried to gulp it down and blink repeatedly to prevent any tears from appearing, but the next thing I knew, dampness came despite my fight to hold them back. I hate being lied to and he knew that. It was pathetic that tears came, but I was so infuriated that I just wanted to hit his head. But the truth was I was in no position to do that, which frustrated me further. “I told you, if you don’t want to tell me something, then don’t tell me, but don’t lie to me!”
He grabbed my arms and implored, “I’m sorry. I figured you’d hate me if I told you the truth. You would have called the police and won’t let me stay with you.”
I shoved him away, just like how I wanted to shove these tears away. “Of course I’ll do that! I didn’t even know you! Why did I let you in?!”
Why did I let you in to my life?
My knees wobbled upon the horrific realisation. I should have strengthened that barrier I had kept all my life. As soon as it came, I just knew. I know myself more than anyone does. It was too late. Somehow, I fell for him. Hard. Without warning, without reason, without notification.He squatted down and caressed my cheek. As soon as our skin touched, I smacked his hand away and strode away. He caught up with me and turned me to face him. I shot him a look and slapped him, the noise resonated in the room. I wished it would burn.
He ignored the pain and went on to explain composedly, “At first, I thought I’ll just tell you what I did tell you because we we re strangers. I thought after I’ve found a new place, we’d part and have nothing to do with each other. But as time passed, I realised that I don’t want to leave. Not because I don’t want to rent another place, but because I don’t want to stay away from you. I was scared you’re going to avoid me like a plague once you’ve learned the truth!”
I didn’t want to hear anymore, all this logic and reasoning, the hell with them. For the first time, I just wanted to explode and let him know how I felt, so I snapped at him. “But I’d rather hear the bitter truth than the sweet lies! You don’t know whether I’d really avoid you! I haven’t run away in fear right now, have I? I’m facing you like a grown up and I just wish that you would hurry up and do so!”
Before I could scream out another word, he managed to silence me successfully. He forcefully pushed his lips on mine. It felt demanding and needy, filled with so much urgency. I was too furious to even think about his action. I closed my eyes and retaliated roughly. Soon, it turned into a battle of who was stronger. I was too enraged that I just didn’t want to lose. In one swift motion, he picked me off the floor and lined my legs around him as I allowed him to carry me over to my bed.
Myung Soo broke the kiss and gazed into my eyes. I felt the sudden butterfly in my stomach at his intense gaze and looked anywhere but him.
“Do you want to do this?” he asked, his eyes careful.
Without locking eyes with him or answering the question directly, I grabbed him in and claimed his lips. I could feel his smile before he slipped his tongue into my mouth as I allowed him an entrance. My heart raced as his arm reached my back and he pulled my body closer to his. I could feel his body heat as he trailed kisses on my jaw and neck. My breathing became laboured as he latched on and bit to leave a few red marks. I caught a glance of him smirking at his masterpiece.
And then he was tugging off my shirt and I was brusquely undressing him and he was nibbling on my neck again and I was sliding my hands on his chest.
Soon, every piece of our clothes was taken off, except the bottom ones. He didn’t give me time to squirm or feel embarrassed of being completely exposed under him as he nipped on my cleavage, living small marks here and there before licking his way down to my lower region. When he reached my stomach, shivers ascended my spine. He touched every inch of my body, exploring it, and I gulped through my labored breathing whenever he put his hand on the curve of my waist, my sensitive area. No one had ever done that to me and the feeling was somewhat exhilarating. I bit my lip to hold back any sound threatening to come out. He proceeded to rip my underwear off. I could not care less as I was too light-headed from all his touch.He leaned down to my neck again and I soon felt soreness at the area where he sucked, bit, and pulled away with a pop.
“That hurt!” I hissed breathlessly, hitting his arm.
He breathed on my skin, “Finally, you’re talking.” It caused the hair on the back of my neck to rise and I found myself yearning for more closeness. I couldn’t believe how my body was reacting outrageously to his touch and how he managed to break down the walls I had put up for myself. I reached up for his neck to lick and bite hard on the area while my other hand pulled him close to prevent him from wandering around. I sucked on his skin and pulled away with a pop, just like he did to me earlier. I looked down to realise that I had given him a big red mark. I had no idea I had the ability to do that since I usually cringed when I saw those girls at Jjong’s place whenever I visited him at the wrong time at the right place.
He claimed my lips again as his hands roamed over my body tracing every corner and curves again, not a single part was left untouched. I discovered that I loved the feeling of his skin against mine, somehow it made me feel closer to him in a deeper level. I returned the kiss with the same amount of emotion as I circled my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. I was eager for the intimacy and grabbed a hold of his hair. It got to the point where I couldn’t suppress the moans escaping my lips. After a moment, we pulled away reluctantly to gasp for air. Face all flushed, panting heavily. I saw his warm smile and an unknown surge of calmness went through my beating heart. I'm not going to lie, I was nervous. He shoved me higher up to the bed and the next thing I felt was his hot breath against my wet core. I writhed when he licked and slid his slick tongue into my damp entrance.
“Oh my God!”
I held my breath, grabbing my blanket which was spread over the Queen bed. It was like he knew what to do without thinking about it. Everything seemed so well thought-out. He had probably done it before. I hated the thought of it, but the feeling he gave was overwhelming and I forgot about it instantly. I arched my back and shut my eyes, all the while astounded at how this simple action could leave me breathless and lose control of myself. I had to stop myself from crying out loud to the intense torture he was giving me. It got to the point where I reached my limit and I couldn’t stop moving around or the moans and yelps filling the room. I probably had called out his name at some point to make him stop, but I ended up telling him to continue. He had to hold my legs in place, pulling me closer to his mouth. I realised there was no escape and tried to persevere as my pants quickened. I thought I was going to black out as dizziness hit me.
“Oh God…” I managed to say after several attempts, almost in tears. “Myung Soo… just do it now.”
He whirled his tongue down there once more before pulling away, making me feel the immediate disappointment at the loss. “Alright, come on.”
He stripped off his last piece of clothing and hovered back above me. I found myself getting thrilled and expectant at what I wanted him to do right then. He pecked my jaw line before moving down to my collarbone, then to the crook of my neck where he licked and nibbled on the sensitive area affectionately, causing a low moan to erupt from my throat. He moved up to give me a soft kiss before pulling away slowly.
“Are you ready?” he panted, staring right into my eyes.
“Yes,” I managed and looked down to watch him enter me.
I felt heat coming up to my cheeks when I saw his erection. It was my first time seeing something like that and knowing that I caused it made it worst. I had to look away as he aligned himself at my entrance. However, instead of putting it in, he stopped just as his tip touched me.
“Are you sure about this?”
My brain was probably defected, whether it was due to my anger or the raging hormones, I didn’t know but I just wanted him so much at that moment and actually hoped he would be rough despite the pain that I expected. I wanted him to get in me so badly.
“Just do it!”
“This is going to hurt,” he warned me. In response, I stared at him without a word. Then his mischievous smirk appeared. “And I don’t plan to be gentle.”
Without another warning, he made his way in. I squeezed my eyes shut and let out a yelp of pain when he penetrated me. I knew it would hurt, but I didn’t know it would hurt this much. My stomach tightened and I whimpered as my nails dug into his solid shoulder. I held back the tears that were threatening to roll out and took deep breaths through the excruciating pain down there. I felt like I was going to rip apart as he made his way through.
“Are you alright?” he asked in concern, having stopped altogether.
I took a long deep breath to prepare myself again before nodding and prodding him to keep going. He slid and grinded in slowly as he waited for me to adjust to his size. He filled me again and again until there was no hollow space inside me. His thrusts were slow, but it got faster and harder each time as I adjusted. When his entire length finally filled me, he quickly kissed me to stop me from screaming too loud. I was glad he kissed me hard because it managed to silent my painful cries, turning them into a series of muffled moans.
I wrapped my arms around him to hold on to him as my body shook. Our kiss became rougher, deeper, and more passionate as the pain was still present. Sweat trickled down my forehead to the side of my cheek as we pulled apart. He panted and I could feel his warm breath on my skin as I laid my head at the crook of his neck, watching the rising and falling of his glistening toned chest. The pain lessened as a searing shot of bliss invaded my whole body. A feeling I never felt before. He groaned as he pounded stronger and faster. I could feel every inch and every throb of him, but I didn't know what to think. I let go of everything and let him divest the pain off me with the strength of his affection.
I held on to his arms to keep up with the rush of pleasure that hit my body. In a swift movement, he pushed my legs over his shoulders and around his neck to sink deeper. I gasped when an electric shock struck me and weakened my whole body. It came continuously as he crashed in and out in such high speed, that I almost cried in tears at the intense amount of sensation attacking my body. I inhaled sharply, digging my nails into his skin and grunting as it hit me again. The feeling was so profound that I almost hyperventilate and pass out.
“Stay with me,” he said, resting his head on mine.
I obliged and we locked eyes properly for the first time throughout our love making. It was brief as he then closed his eyes and let out a deep groan through gritted teeth before I felt a shot of warm fluid blasted inside me. I watched him until I felt tension pulsing deep in my stomach and my walls securing around him. I bit on his neck desperately to hold myself together, but it didn’t work well because I found myself losing control of my body. I squeezed my eyes shut and my toes curled on his back. My pulse throbbed through my veins as I thought I was going to drop when my body trembled vigorously.
His pace picked up and he was ramming in and out relentlessly, leaving me breathless in the process. My body was still in tremor when I descended from my high. I opened my eyes to find his eyes boring deeply into mine. He was watching me. I turned away, refusing to lock eyes with him because I didn’t want him to see the emotion he was making me feel. I felt embarrassed. He smiled tenderly at my reaction and leaned in to recapture my lips. Still trembling, I ignored the throbbing sensation down below and parted my lips to allow him an access. He was still in me when he stopped the kiss.
I tucked away his fringe that was sticking to his forehead from the perspiration and I looked into his deep brown eyes, the opening to his soul, and I instantly lost sense of time and being. And realised that nothing else mattered, but how very right it felt.
Not even his dad, not my life, not my future, not anything.
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