Bittersweet [Blind's prequel]
Title: Bittersweet
Genre: Oneshot (2050 words)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: het!MinKey (Minho/Gwiboon)
A/N: This is the prequel for Blind, it's a bit weird how I change from Gwiboon's POV, to Minho's, to Gwiboon's again xD and my smut sucks, sorry~
Rosa, you're the best beta ever :') thanks so much! All my Minkey fics are dedicated to my lovely florrchaan
‘Gwiboonie,’ said the voice at the other side of the receiver, ‘How are you doing with your packing?’
Silence.
‘Knowing you, everything must be ready, your luggage right next to the front door!’ Gwiboon’s mother said with a giggle; her daughter was obsessed with order.
‘Mmm, not exactly…’ Gwiboon looked around pensively. Everything was in its place, obviously -but not the place where it was supposed to be, by this time of day. Her clothes were still in the closet, her toiletries in the bathroom and her shoes in their boxes. While her accessories sparkled perfectly in the brilliant orange rays of the setting sun, which bathed the whole, tidy room in its light, Gwiboon lay on the bed.
‘Oh! Paris! It must be a wonderful city… The city of love, you know? Anyway, don’t forget to come by to pick up the black lingerie I bought for you, honey’ said her mother playfully.
‘Wh-’ Gwiboon rolled her eyes with annoyance, ‘What are you talking about? I just… W-We’re not even married, mum!’
‘You didn’t seem to care about that when you were with that Jinki kid,’ said her mother with a mixture of disapproval and entertainment in her voice.
Gwiboon choked on her own saliva, ‘W-what?!’ Her eyes were twice their normal size.
‘That time in the laundry room... Honey, you should learn to be less noisy,’ said her mum -she really sounded like she was having fun- ‘Thank God your father wasn’t around, otherwise that kid wouldn’t have survived…’
‘I…I…’ It was one of the rare times in her life that Gwiboon was left speechless.
She remembered that moment perfectly, as it had happened just a few minutes before… She’d discovered how to tackle the wild side of her lover. She never expected that her mother would be in the house during that time. The red heat of embarrassment rose to the surface of her skin, covering her neck and face. She tried to compose herself.
‘I’m… I’m not taking that black lingerie. That’s the end of the discussion, mum.’ She said sharply.
After some seconds of silence, her mother started with a tender voice, ‘Gwiboonie… Minho is a good boy…’
‘I said it’s the end of the discussion, mother!’ Her feline eyes hardened, and though no one could tell her, Gwiboon herself could feel the sharpness of her gaze.
The apartment echoed as the entrance bell was rung.
‘Was that the bell?’ asked her mother, from the other side of the phone, ‘Oh! It must be Minho! I told him to check on you and to help you out with the packing, even if you should be the one helping him.’ She said, cheerfully.
‘Perfect,’ murmured the girl while dragging her feet to the entrance. Her sarcasm went unnoticed by her gleeful mother.
She opened the door to find a tall man standing there with his hands in the pockets of his dark jeans, and a small grin on his lips.
A soft ‘Hey,’ came from her lips while she tried to put on a friendly smile, holding the telephone against her ear. She made space for him to enter as she said ‘Minho’s here as you predicted,’ with a mocking tone.
‘Hey, love’ said the doe-eyed man. ‘Is that your mom on the phone?’ he whispered, pointing at the artefact in her hand. She nodded slightly. ‘Can I talk to her?’
She scoffed and said ‘Sure’. She rolled her eyes and handed over the telephone.
She could hear a cheery ‘Hey, mother!’ while she walked towards the balcony of her apartment. She needed some fresh air and time to think.
As she opened the glass door the autumn breeze welcomed her. Her old sweatpants and large sweater kept her warm. They had once belonged to Jinki.
Yes, she liked being masochist.
She leaned on the balcony railing and let the wind play with the wisps of her hair that had come loose.
This was the right thing to do. She knew it.
It was the right thing to do for her family. It would bring honour to all of them.
The right thing to do for Minho. He loved her.
The right thing to do for herself. Wait. For herself?
That was what everyone was trying to convince her of, but she knew that doing this would take her nowhere. As always, she was thinking of everyone else but herself. She didn’t care about it, but in this particular aspect, she did. Her happiness was at risk. It wasn’t like she didn’t feel anything for Minho, of course she did, but once you’ve had the taste of perfection- Jinki, in her case- who would want anything else?
She looked with hopeless eyes at what was left of the disappearing sun, while a flock of birds flew far away from her, chirping happily in the distance.
Was she willing to sacrifice the love of her life for everyone else’s good?
She felt a pair of arms snaking under her arms, on her waist, and a chin lying softly on her shoulder.
‘What’s the matter, love?’ His deep voice resounded in her ears. ‘Where’s your luggage?’ his dry lips had already made their way to her neck ‘You know…’ he murmured, as he kissed her soft skin, ‘…we should be heading to the airport…’ kiss on her cheek, ‘…in four hours…’
He took her chin with one of his hands and turned her face so he could give her a peck on her lips.
She closed her eyes and furrowed her eyebrows.
‘Don’t you know?’
When she opened her glassy eyes, she found Minho’s worried eyes staring back at her.
‘Minho, I…’ it wasn’t her intention that her voice was coming out so shaky.
‘Let’s go inside, babe. We can prepare your luggage together,’ he said, grabbing her soft hand and taking her with him inside the dark apartment. He closed the door behind them, and while she stood next to the closed door, he was walking to the light switch, until he stopped in his tracks. He turned around and looked at her outline. Her shoulders were tense and she seemed crestfallen. That wasn’t the Gwiboon he knew.
He crossed the room in no time, took her by her waist and pressed his lips against hers. He could feel the tension exuding from her body, but for once, he didn’t care. He was always gentle and very careful to not crossing any boundaries -clearly settled by Gwiboon- but it looked like he wasn’t getting anywhere by doing so. His free hand got to the nape of her neck and brought her closer. After what felt like ages, she gave in to the kiss, opening her mouth and letting his tongue explore.
Much needed air made him break the kiss, and he started walking backwards -to where the couch was- while he sucked the smooth skin of her neck. Unconsciously, Gwiboon tilted her head making room for him to continue. He heaved her onto the couch.
‘Mi-Minho… Wh-’ she was panting hard, ‘What are you doing?’
He caught her lips once again while he put a hand on the back of the sofa to keep his balance; she had her fists clenched in the front of Minho’s shirt, crumpling it up.
He kneeled on the floor just in front of her, as he started caressing her thighs through the thin material of the sweatpants she was wearing.
He sucked the outline of her lips and then looked right into her eyes in the invading darkness, keeping the same -almost non existent- distance from one another.
‘I’m doing what I should have done… a long time ago’. The air, filled with the lust they shared was making both of them dizzy.
‘I…’ Minho cut off Gwiboon’s words, as he pressed his mouth against her once again. He slid her pants down with his hands until they pooled on the floor, around her feet. Meanwhile, she had her eyes firmly shut as she had the palms of her hands pressed against his covered chest. He knew he could be pushed off any moment; he was fervently hoping for it not to happen while his dick was tingling with anticipation in the confines of his jeans.
Maybe this way she would realise this was the right thing for her, that he was the one.
He dragged the palms of his rough hands over her bare thighs, which made her shudder in a delightful way. His hands got closer to her womanhood; his finger touching her underwear. She was already wet; he couldn’t avoid a low growl of arousal.
He lowered himself so his nose slightly brushed the damp cotton of her panties. She whimpered immediately. His lips skimmed her soft thighs as he faintly bit the skin.
Her hands, now tangled in his hair, were tugging it with not too much force; moans making their way out of her unwillingly.
He pushed aside her underwear with one of his fingers and was welcomed by a strong scent of arousal. He slid his tongue over the slick folds, and she tugged his hair a bit stronger. He circled her clit eagerly while grabbing her thighs firmly at his sides. He lapped her folds making the girl gasp and shudder and lean further into Minho’s mouth like she needed it.
‘T-there… Right there’ Gwiboon’s moans were the only noise in the room except for the slurping made by him. Minho’s callous hands running up and down her sides made her shiver, because of her sensitive skin. ‘I’m… coming’ was barely clear among whining of pleasure. ‘J-Jinki’ was the loud cry that left those plump lips while a clear substance made its way into Minho’s mouth. He didn’t even notice he was swallowing it.
He tried to ignore the feeling of his heart clenching inside of his chest, tried to pretend he hadn’t heard that name instead of his. He really tried. But he’d never failed so miserably like this.
The feeling of accomplishment for making Gwiboon get to climax subsided, as he realised he wasn’t the reason for it. In that bittersweet moment, realization finally struck him; no matter what, Gwiboon would never be his.
Forgetting his own arousal, standing there, between her legs, he felt tears streaming down his cheeks, while she just laid on the couch with her eyes shut, still enjoying the post-orgasm bliss, oblivious to Minho’s state.
Trying to overcome the numbing pain, his hands ran up the soft skin of her legs.
‘Gwiboon…’ a soft husky murmur was heard. Snapping her eyes open, she looked at him in the darkness. She stared at the shimmering trails in Minho’s face, understanding the situation. Feeling a knot in her stomach, she was left speechless.
‘I… I…’ her words were barely a whisper. Her eyes moved frantically, avoiding his painful gaze.
‘You still love him’ he said while trying to find strength to stand up from that uncomfortable position.
The truth burnt in his lips.
She nodded while looking at her nervous hands on her bare lap.
He nodded too, confirming her feelings. ‘It looks like my love wasn’t enough’ a dark chuckle left his mouth, as he put his hands inside the pockets of his jeans.
‘It’s not it!’ Gwiboon exclaimed, breaking the dynamic of the soft exchange of words they were sharing. She just wanted to say it’s not you, it’s me. Although she knew it was such a cliché phrase, it was the truth. ‘It’s…’ the words died in her lips.
The moon was bathing the whole room, making her pale skin look like it pertained to some beautiful creature in a happy fairytale. He thought she belonged in one of those; and wished he would too, even if he knew he didn’t.
‘It’s just that I’m not him… right?’ a heartbroken smile covered his lips.
She just looked at him, with her eyes telling the truth she couldn’t put in words.
He was tired of fighting a lost battle. Even if his heart was a breathtaking painful knot, he just wanted to give up.
‘I’m sorry… for having forced this…for loving you… Goodbye, Gwiboon.’
And with that, he left her in the overwhelming darkness.
Breaking a heart and finally having her desired freedom. What a bittersweet feeling.
Genre: Oneshot (2050 words)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: het!MinKey (Minho/Gwiboon)
A/N: This is the prequel for Blind, it's a bit weird how I change from Gwiboon's POV, to Minho's, to Gwiboon's again xD and my smut sucks, sorry~
Rosa, you're the best beta ever :') thanks so much! All my Minkey fics are dedicated to my lovely florrchaan
‘Gwiboonie,’ said the voice at the other side of the receiver, ‘How are you doing with your packing?’
Silence.
‘Knowing you, everything must be ready, your luggage right next to the front door!’ Gwiboon’s mother said with a giggle; her daughter was obsessed with order.
‘Mmm, not exactly…’ Gwiboon looked around pensively. Everything was in its place, obviously -but not the place where it was supposed to be, by this time of day. Her clothes were still in the closet, her toiletries in the bathroom and her shoes in their boxes. While her accessories sparkled perfectly in the brilliant orange rays of the setting sun, which bathed the whole, tidy room in its light, Gwiboon lay on the bed.
‘Oh! Paris! It must be a wonderful city… The city of love, you know? Anyway, don’t forget to come by to pick up the black lingerie I bought for you, honey’ said her mother playfully.
‘Wh-’ Gwiboon rolled her eyes with annoyance, ‘What are you talking about? I just… W-We’re not even married, mum!’
‘You didn’t seem to care about that when you were with that Jinki kid,’ said her mother with a mixture of disapproval and entertainment in her voice.
Gwiboon choked on her own saliva, ‘W-what?!’ Her eyes were twice their normal size.
‘That time in the laundry room... Honey, you should learn to be less noisy,’ said her mum -she really sounded like she was having fun- ‘Thank God your father wasn’t around, otherwise that kid wouldn’t have survived…’
‘I…I…’ It was one of the rare times in her life that Gwiboon was left speechless.
She remembered that moment perfectly, as it had happened just a few minutes before… She’d discovered how to tackle the wild side of her lover. She never expected that her mother would be in the house during that time. The red heat of embarrassment rose to the surface of her skin, covering her neck and face. She tried to compose herself.
‘I’m… I’m not taking that black lingerie. That’s the end of the discussion, mum.’ She said sharply.
After some seconds of silence, her mother started with a tender voice, ‘Gwiboonie… Minho is a good boy…’
‘I said it’s the end of the discussion, mother!’ Her feline eyes hardened, and though no one could tell her, Gwiboon herself could feel the sharpness of her gaze.
The apartment echoed as the entrance bell was rung.
‘Was that the bell?’ asked her mother, from the other side of the phone, ‘Oh! It must be Minho! I told him to check on you and to help you out with the packing, even if you should be the one helping him.’ She said, cheerfully.
‘Perfect,’ murmured the girl while dragging her feet to the entrance. Her sarcasm went unnoticed by her gleeful mother.
She opened the door to find a tall man standing there with his hands in the pockets of his dark jeans, and a small grin on his lips.
A soft ‘Hey,’ came from her lips while she tried to put on a friendly smile, holding the telephone against her ear. She made space for him to enter as she said ‘Minho’s here as you predicted,’ with a mocking tone.
‘Hey, love’ said the doe-eyed man. ‘Is that your mom on the phone?’ he whispered, pointing at the artefact in her hand. She nodded slightly. ‘Can I talk to her?’
She scoffed and said ‘Sure’. She rolled her eyes and handed over the telephone.
She could hear a cheery ‘Hey, mother!’ while she walked towards the balcony of her apartment. She needed some fresh air and time to think.
As she opened the glass door the autumn breeze welcomed her. Her old sweatpants and large sweater kept her warm. They had once belonged to Jinki.
Yes, she liked being masochist.
She leaned on the balcony railing and let the wind play with the wisps of her hair that had come loose.
This was the right thing to do. She knew it.
It was the right thing to do for her family. It would bring honour to all of them.
The right thing to do for Minho. He loved her.
The right thing to do for herself. Wait. For herself?
That was what everyone was trying to convince her of, but she knew that doing this would take her nowhere. As always, she was thinking of everyone else but herself. She didn’t care about it, but in this particular aspect, she did. Her happiness was at risk. It wasn’t like she didn’t feel anything for Minho, of course she did, but once you’ve had the taste of perfection- Jinki, in her case- who would want anything else?
She looked with hopeless eyes at what was left of the disappearing sun, while a flock of birds flew far away from her, chirping happily in the distance.
Was she willing to sacrifice the love of her life for everyone else’s good?
She felt a pair of arms snaking under her arms, on her waist, and a chin lying softly on her shoulder.
‘What’s the matter, love?’ His deep voice resounded in her ears. ‘Where’s your luggage?’ his dry lips had already made their way to her neck ‘You know…’ he murmured, as he kissed her soft skin, ‘…we should be heading to the airport…’ kiss on her cheek, ‘…in four hours…’
He took her chin with one of his hands and turned her face so he could give her a peck on her lips.
She closed her eyes and furrowed her eyebrows.
‘Don’t you know?’
When she opened her glassy eyes, she found Minho’s worried eyes staring back at her.
‘Minho, I…’ it wasn’t her intention that her voice was coming out so shaky.
‘Let’s go inside, babe. We can prepare your luggage together,’ he said, grabbing her soft hand and taking her with him inside the dark apartment. He closed the door behind them, and while she stood next to the closed door, he was walking to the light switch, until he stopped in his tracks. He turned around and looked at her outline. Her shoulders were tense and she seemed crestfallen. That wasn’t the Gwiboon he knew.
He crossed the room in no time, took her by her waist and pressed his lips against hers. He could feel the tension exuding from her body, but for once, he didn’t care. He was always gentle and very careful to not crossing any boundaries -clearly settled by Gwiboon- but it looked like he wasn’t getting anywhere by doing so. His free hand got to the nape of her neck and brought her closer. After what felt like ages, she gave in to the kiss, opening her mouth and letting his tongue explore.
Much needed air made him break the kiss, and he started walking backwards -to where the couch was- while he sucked the smooth skin of her neck. Unconsciously, Gwiboon tilted her head making room for him to continue. He heaved her onto the couch.
‘Mi-Minho… Wh-’ she was panting hard, ‘What are you doing?’
He caught her lips once again while he put a hand on the back of the sofa to keep his balance; she had her fists clenched in the front of Minho’s shirt, crumpling it up.
He kneeled on the floor just in front of her, as he started caressing her thighs through the thin material of the sweatpants she was wearing.
He sucked the outline of her lips and then looked right into her eyes in the invading darkness, keeping the same -almost non existent- distance from one another.
‘I’m doing what I should have done… a long time ago’. The air, filled with the lust they shared was making both of them dizzy.
‘I…’ Minho cut off Gwiboon’s words, as he pressed his mouth against her once again. He slid her pants down with his hands until they pooled on the floor, around her feet. Meanwhile, she had her eyes firmly shut as she had the palms of her hands pressed against his covered chest. He knew he could be pushed off any moment; he was fervently hoping for it not to happen while his dick was tingling with anticipation in the confines of his jeans.
Maybe this way she would realise this was the right thing for her, that he was the one.
He dragged the palms of his rough hands over her bare thighs, which made her shudder in a delightful way. His hands got closer to her womanhood; his finger touching her underwear. She was already wet; he couldn’t avoid a low growl of arousal.
He lowered himself so his nose slightly brushed the damp cotton of her panties. She whimpered immediately. His lips skimmed her soft thighs as he faintly bit the skin.
Her hands, now tangled in his hair, were tugging it with not too much force; moans making their way out of her unwillingly.
He pushed aside her underwear with one of his fingers and was welcomed by a strong scent of arousal. He slid his tongue over the slick folds, and she tugged his hair a bit stronger. He circled her clit eagerly while grabbing her thighs firmly at his sides. He lapped her folds making the girl gasp and shudder and lean further into Minho’s mouth like she needed it.
‘T-there… Right there’ Gwiboon’s moans were the only noise in the room except for the slurping made by him. Minho’s callous hands running up and down her sides made her shiver, because of her sensitive skin. ‘I’m… coming’ was barely clear among whining of pleasure. ‘J-Jinki’ was the loud cry that left those plump lips while a clear substance made its way into Minho’s mouth. He didn’t even notice he was swallowing it.
He tried to ignore the feeling of his heart clenching inside of his chest, tried to pretend he hadn’t heard that name instead of his. He really tried. But he’d never failed so miserably like this.
The feeling of accomplishment for making Gwiboon get to climax subsided, as he realised he wasn’t the reason for it. In that bittersweet moment, realization finally struck him; no matter what, Gwiboon would never be his.
Forgetting his own arousal, standing there, between her legs, he felt tears streaming down his cheeks, while she just laid on the couch with her eyes shut, still enjoying the post-orgasm bliss, oblivious to Minho’s state.
Trying to overcome the numbing pain, his hands ran up the soft skin of her legs.
‘Gwiboon…’ a soft husky murmur was heard. Snapping her eyes open, she looked at him in the darkness. She stared at the shimmering trails in Minho’s face, understanding the situation. Feeling a knot in her stomach, she was left speechless.
‘I… I…’ her words were barely a whisper. Her eyes moved frantically, avoiding his painful gaze.
‘You still love him’ he said while trying to find strength to stand up from that uncomfortable position.
The truth burnt in his lips.
She nodded while looking at her nervous hands on her bare lap.
He nodded too, confirming her feelings. ‘It looks like my love wasn’t enough’ a dark chuckle left his mouth, as he put his hands inside the pockets of his jeans.
‘It’s not it!’ Gwiboon exclaimed, breaking the dynamic of the soft exchange of words they were sharing. She just wanted to say it’s not you, it’s me. Although she knew it was such a cliché phrase, it was the truth. ‘It’s…’ the words died in her lips.
The moon was bathing the whole room, making her pale skin look like it pertained to some beautiful creature in a happy fairytale. He thought she belonged in one of those; and wished he would too, even if he knew he didn’t.
‘It’s just that I’m not him… right?’ a heartbroken smile covered his lips.
She just looked at him, with her eyes telling the truth she couldn’t put in words.
He was tired of fighting a lost battle. Even if his heart was a breathtaking painful knot, he just wanted to give up.
‘I’m sorry… for having forced this…for loving you… Goodbye, Gwiboon.’
And with that, he left her in the overwhelming darkness.
Breaking a heart and finally having her desired freedom. What a bittersweet feeling.