[ONESHOT] Senseless Kissing
Yonghwa snickered from the computer.
Seohyun scooted her office chair from where she had been toying with the electric piano they had received as a gift from their fans abroad. “What are you looking at?”
Yonghwa turned the screen of his MacBook towards her so she could see it better. “Read this.” He covered his face, slightly embarrassed.
As she read down the flowery page, her face got redder and redder, occasionally letting out a few exclamations and swear words, but still reading it through to the end.
Yonghwa grinned at her beet-red face. “What do you think?”
She cleared her throat and tried to compose herself. “It’s…very well written.”
“Is that all you have to say about it?”
Feeling warm, Seohyun took off her jacket and folded it, setting it aside on his bed. “Well, what else am I supposed to say about it?”
“What was your favorite passage?” He prodded.
“It wasn’t the part in the closet, if that’s what you were asking.”
He opened his mouth in mock horror. “But that was the entire story!”
“Exactly.”
Yonghwa turned the screen towards him again. “Well, I like it.”
Seohyun smiled wryly before turning back to the piano. “I’m glad you find it so fascinating.”
“Look, it even describes the way we take our - ”
“I don’t want to hear about it.”
He held his hands up. “All right, all right. I know that fanfics don’t interest you very much.”
“They interest me. Just not the ones about…senseless kissing.”
Yonghwa returned to the main page. “Well, here’s another one that you might like.”
Hyun started reading; a few lines in, she grimaced and shook her head. “He’s got me all wrong.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t think that even you would be able to throw a brick that far.”
Yonghwa popped a cookie into his mouth. “Well, it says here that you can.” He looked at her playfully. “Have you been keeping secrets from me?”
She slapped him on the shoulders. “Ah, really.” She fumed.
Yonghwa turned off his MacBook and leaned back in his chair. “I wonder what it would be like if we ever wrote fanfictions about ourselves.”
“They would be very awkward, that’s for sure.”
“Mmm.” He frowned. “I think I got something here.”
Seohyun was engrossed in the electric piano again. “Got what here?”
“An idea.” He opened his laptop again.
“Well, you’ll have to keep it for next time. I have to leave.”
He craned his neck as Seohyun left the room. “Where do you have to go?”
“Japan. I’ll be back in a few days, maybe we can go for coffee…no, tea?”
“Sure.” Yonghwa waved goodbye, then returned to his work.
---
A few days later, Seohyun got an email. It was from Yonghwa. There was an attached Word document.
“What’s this?” She said to herself. As an extra precaution, she ran a virus check on it - not that she thought Yonghwa oppa would ever send her a virus. It came up clean.
Locking the door to her room, she flopped on her bed and opened the document. Resting her chin on her knuckles, she began to read.
---
Yonghwa and Seohyun were kissing in the rain, underneath the -
Seohyun quickly closed the lid shut, the tips of her ears turning red. Pulling out her cell phone, she quickly dialed a number.
“Oppa!” She hissed. “What’s this?”
“Oh, you got it?” He sounded pleased. “I’m really happy with it, tell me what you think.”
Exhaling through her nose, she slowly reopened her laptop. “I’m not going to enjoy this.”
“Just go on. It gets, ah, better.”
Seohyun sighed. “Whatever you say.”
- underneath the dripping leaves of an old oak tree at sunset. Yonghwa looked down at her glistening face, her deep, dewy eyes penetrating into his cranium as if they were little more than little flashes of light. Her eyelashes were wet with the rain, and they lent a certain charm to her already-charming-enough face. Putting his hands on either side of her soaked chemise, he gently -
“This is perverted!” She said indignantly.
There was a knock on the door. “What’s perverted?” Tiffany asked curiously. “And why is the door locked?”
“Oh, it’s nothing, unnie! Just something that I’m, uh, reading.”
“You’re reading something perverted?”
“It’s not what it sounds like!” She snapped. “Can you leave me alone for a few minutes?”
- he gently massaged the sides of her waist, his fingers slowly making their way upward until they were gently tracing the outline of her firm -
“Oh, god.” She grimaced.
- of her firm breasts. Despite the fact that it was still raining, Yonghwa felt a slow warmth spread through him and he was positive that Seohyun could feel it too. Slowly, gently, carefully, one button at a time, he started to unbutton her chemise.
“It’s soaked anyway.” He whispered into her ear.
Seohyun, in the throes of passion, could do no more than emit a small whimper that Yonghwa found immensely satisfying. Pulling off her chemise, he embraced her in his arms, his hands slowly working their way down the small of her back, exploring every nook and cranny of her wonderfully delicious body. Seohyun arched her neck upwards in a fit of raging love; slowly giving into her desires, she lowered her man on the ground and writhed above him, her hands scrabbling at his face, attempting to pull it ever closer to her lips so she could cover as much skin as she could with her kisses.
Disentangling one arm from the mass, Yonghwa slowly reached up and unhooked her bra strap. Seohyun let down her hair so it cascaded in a sheet of brown around their faces, providing them with an impromptu curtain behind which they could engage in…activities.
Yonghwa looked into her eyes, and saw passion.
Seohyun looked into his eyes, and saw love and lust.
A lust that she was willing to satisfy.
---
Seohyun realized she was drooling on the keyboard.
Wiping her mouth with her sleeve, she called Yonghwa again.
“Hello?”
“Hello, I - ” She cleared her throat. “I just wanted to tell you that I finished reading your story.”
She could almost see him grinning that smile of his. “Did you enjoy it?”
“It was certainly…unique.”
“Hey, this is nothing compared to what some of the fanfic writers write. I was being lenient. I was about to write a bed scene, but I figured that - ”
“You were going to write a what?”
“ - but I figured that someone else had done it already. Very provocatively, too.”
Seohyun sighed. “Thanks for wasting ten minutes of my life.”
“You’re welcome.”
Ending the call, Seohyun shivered.
She needed to take a shower.
Trying not to show it too much, she uncomfortably made her way to the restroom, trying hard to ignore everyone else.
“Seohyun? Are you all right?” Yoona asked. “You’re walking funny.”
Why-does-the-restroom-have-to-be-so-far-away??
Taeyeon watched her suspiciously as she haltingly entered the restroom and locked the door behind her.
“Check her laptop.”
---
The next time Seohyun got a chance to open her laptop was on the plane, flying back to Korea.
“8 new messages.” She read aloud. “Huh.”
She opened the first message. A Word document was attached. It was from an unknown address.
Opening the document, she donned the glasses Yonghwa had bought for her.
“Seohyun!” Yonghwa arched his back as he released a stream of -
Letting out a small squeak, Seohyun clapped the lid shut and tried to control her face.
Two rows behind her, Hyoyeon let out a small giggle.
“Which one do you suppose she read?” She whispered to Jessica, who was sitting next to her and trying to sleep.
“I don’t know.” She murmured. “Maybe it was the one about Jinwoon walking in on them?”
“No, no, that was Sunny’s. She sent hers first, remember? So Seohyun probably didn’t open hers first.”
“Shh. She’s reading the next one.” Jessica, now fully awake, peeked over the top of the headrest.
They could see Seohyun put her hands to her temple and shake her head slowly.
They exchanged a quiet high-five. “That was probably the one about the cruise ship.”
Seohyun stood up.
“Where are you going?” Sooyoung, who was seated across the aisle, asked.
“Restroom.”
“Why are you bringing your laptop with you?”
“Long story, unnie.”
Seohyun scooted her office chair from where she had been toying with the electric piano they had received as a gift from their fans abroad. “What are you looking at?”
Yonghwa turned the screen of his MacBook towards her so she could see it better. “Read this.” He covered his face, slightly embarrassed.
As she read down the flowery page, her face got redder and redder, occasionally letting out a few exclamations and swear words, but still reading it through to the end.
Yonghwa grinned at her beet-red face. “What do you think?”
She cleared her throat and tried to compose herself. “It’s…very well written.”
“Is that all you have to say about it?”
Feeling warm, Seohyun took off her jacket and folded it, setting it aside on his bed. “Well, what else am I supposed to say about it?”
“What was your favorite passage?” He prodded.
“It wasn’t the part in the closet, if that’s what you were asking.”
He opened his mouth in mock horror. “But that was the entire story!”
“Exactly.”
Yonghwa turned the screen towards him again. “Well, I like it.”
Seohyun smiled wryly before turning back to the piano. “I’m glad you find it so fascinating.”
“Look, it even describes the way we take our - ”
“I don’t want to hear about it.”
He held his hands up. “All right, all right. I know that fanfics don’t interest you very much.”
“They interest me. Just not the ones about…senseless kissing.”
Yonghwa returned to the main page. “Well, here’s another one that you might like.”
Hyun started reading; a few lines in, she grimaced and shook her head. “He’s got me all wrong.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t think that even you would be able to throw a brick that far.”
Yonghwa popped a cookie into his mouth. “Well, it says here that you can.” He looked at her playfully. “Have you been keeping secrets from me?”
She slapped him on the shoulders. “Ah, really.” She fumed.
Yonghwa turned off his MacBook and leaned back in his chair. “I wonder what it would be like if we ever wrote fanfictions about ourselves.”
“They would be very awkward, that’s for sure.”
“Mmm.” He frowned. “I think I got something here.”
Seohyun was engrossed in the electric piano again. “Got what here?”
“An idea.” He opened his laptop again.
“Well, you’ll have to keep it for next time. I have to leave.”
He craned his neck as Seohyun left the room. “Where do you have to go?”
“Japan. I’ll be back in a few days, maybe we can go for coffee…no, tea?”
“Sure.” Yonghwa waved goodbye, then returned to his work.
---
A few days later, Seohyun got an email. It was from Yonghwa. There was an attached Word document.
“What’s this?” She said to herself. As an extra precaution, she ran a virus check on it - not that she thought Yonghwa oppa would ever send her a virus. It came up clean.
Locking the door to her room, she flopped on her bed and opened the document. Resting her chin on her knuckles, she began to read.
---
Yonghwa and Seohyun were kissing in the rain, underneath the -
Seohyun quickly closed the lid shut, the tips of her ears turning red. Pulling out her cell phone, she quickly dialed a number.
“Oppa!” She hissed. “What’s this?”
“Oh, you got it?” He sounded pleased. “I’m really happy with it, tell me what you think.”
Exhaling through her nose, she slowly reopened her laptop. “I’m not going to enjoy this.”
“Just go on. It gets, ah, better.”
Seohyun sighed. “Whatever you say.”
- underneath the dripping leaves of an old oak tree at sunset. Yonghwa looked down at her glistening face, her deep, dewy eyes penetrating into his cranium as if they were little more than little flashes of light. Her eyelashes were wet with the rain, and they lent a certain charm to her already-charming-enough face. Putting his hands on either side of her soaked chemise, he gently -
“This is perverted!” She said indignantly.
There was a knock on the door. “What’s perverted?” Tiffany asked curiously. “And why is the door locked?”
“Oh, it’s nothing, unnie! Just something that I’m, uh, reading.”
“You’re reading something perverted?”
“It’s not what it sounds like!” She snapped. “Can you leave me alone for a few minutes?”
- he gently massaged the sides of her waist, his fingers slowly making their way upward until they were gently tracing the outline of her firm -
“Oh, god.” She grimaced.
- of her firm breasts. Despite the fact that it was still raining, Yonghwa felt a slow warmth spread through him and he was positive that Seohyun could feel it too. Slowly, gently, carefully, one button at a time, he started to unbutton her chemise.
“It’s soaked anyway.” He whispered into her ear.
Seohyun, in the throes of passion, could do no more than emit a small whimper that Yonghwa found immensely satisfying. Pulling off her chemise, he embraced her in his arms, his hands slowly working their way down the small of her back, exploring every nook and cranny of her wonderfully delicious body. Seohyun arched her neck upwards in a fit of raging love; slowly giving into her desires, she lowered her man on the ground and writhed above him, her hands scrabbling at his face, attempting to pull it ever closer to her lips so she could cover as much skin as she could with her kisses.
Disentangling one arm from the mass, Yonghwa slowly reached up and unhooked her bra strap. Seohyun let down her hair so it cascaded in a sheet of brown around their faces, providing them with an impromptu curtain behind which they could engage in…activities.
Yonghwa looked into her eyes, and saw passion.
Seohyun looked into his eyes, and saw love and lust.
A lust that she was willing to satisfy.
---
Seohyun realized she was drooling on the keyboard.
Wiping her mouth with her sleeve, she called Yonghwa again.
“Hello?”
“Hello, I - ” She cleared her throat. “I just wanted to tell you that I finished reading your story.”
She could almost see him grinning that smile of his. “Did you enjoy it?”
“It was certainly…unique.”
“Hey, this is nothing compared to what some of the fanfic writers write. I was being lenient. I was about to write a bed scene, but I figured that - ”
“You were going to write a what?”
“ - but I figured that someone else had done it already. Very provocatively, too.”
Seohyun sighed. “Thanks for wasting ten minutes of my life.”
“You’re welcome.”
Ending the call, Seohyun shivered.
She needed to take a shower.
Trying not to show it too much, she uncomfortably made her way to the restroom, trying hard to ignore everyone else.
“Seohyun? Are you all right?” Yoona asked. “You’re walking funny.”
Why-does-the-restroom-have-to-be-so-far-away??
Taeyeon watched her suspiciously as she haltingly entered the restroom and locked the door behind her.
“Check her laptop.”
---
The next time Seohyun got a chance to open her laptop was on the plane, flying back to Korea.
“8 new messages.” She read aloud. “Huh.”
She opened the first message. A Word document was attached. It was from an unknown address.
Opening the document, she donned the glasses Yonghwa had bought for her.
“Seohyun!” Yonghwa arched his back as he released a stream of -
Letting out a small squeak, Seohyun clapped the lid shut and tried to control her face.
Two rows behind her, Hyoyeon let out a small giggle.
“Which one do you suppose she read?” She whispered to Jessica, who was sitting next to her and trying to sleep.
“I don’t know.” She murmured. “Maybe it was the one about Jinwoon walking in on them?”
“No, no, that was Sunny’s. She sent hers first, remember? So Seohyun probably didn’t open hers first.”
“Shh. She’s reading the next one.” Jessica, now fully awake, peeked over the top of the headrest.
They could see Seohyun put her hands to her temple and shake her head slowly.
They exchanged a quiet high-five. “That was probably the one about the cruise ship.”
Seohyun stood up.
“Where are you going?” Sooyoung, who was seated across the aisle, asked.
“Restroom.”
“Why are you bringing your laptop with you?”
“Long story, unnie.”