Crimson passion (part one)
Sighs.....
Moans....
Sakura petals..scattered everywhere...
crimson bed.....flower petals scattering on the sheet..decorated for love..the fragrance lingering....
a pair of beautiful gray doe eyes...filled with love....
a pair of rose petals..parted....begging to be kissed..
a pale face featuring heavenly beauty let out a sigh and turned to the side giving more access of the pale expansion of the neck to get kissed and sucked..
the fair skin that smelt like unknown fragrance of flower and vanilla..deliciously tasted like peach,cream and little hint of honey...
a pair of fair arms wrapped around his neck and and a hand fisted on his hair..
the lips let out a moan full of ecstasy,passion,and love..."yunho...............'
Yunho got up with a sudden motion..panting hard..sweat was trickling down his forehead..it was winter time but he was feeling very hot..
This dream...not again..it seems like haunting him..how come he is still dreaming something like this,the same thing every night?at first he thought that it was just a dream,every healthy young man experiences this..but as the days are passing,the dreams became more vivid..he can even remember every single detail..he can even smell the fragrance,taste the unknown delicious skin,can feel the soft petals on his lips,the soft hands that stroked his body,his face...
urgh!this was too much!now he became so obsessed that he felt the urgency to find the person,who ever the person was.his logical mind says that this is just a dream,but his heart says that the person in his dream exists.it seems like the mother nature is giving him some kind of hint.but what it is,he still doesn't know.he felt like he was going to go insane because of this feeling.the unknown feeling that kept him so occupied that he even sometime forgets his surrounding and space out for hours.
Jung Yunho,the heir of the one of the biggest fashion designing house,and also one of the famous artists of South Korea,who won numerous awards because of his exclusive talent,is still single,who is an eligible bachelor,a desired man for every woman.any girl will give anything to have him,even for one night.Girls,women approaches him,willingly giving themselves to him. He also gladly excepts every single invitation.why?because he wants to find out his dream angel.yes,he named the person Angel.the beauty that took away his peace,his sanity,but remains as a mystery like he endless dark night.still...he looks everywhere,in every single woman he sleeps,tries to find out the fragrance,the taste...but fails...and it drives him more and more crazy...
Ironic...isn't it...the famous Jung Yunho....whom every one wants...is running behind the person who is only present in his dream..even he can't remember the face properly..just some incomplete details..flashing now and then...making him to crave for more..
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'yunho..................'
He woke up again...panting hard....
thats it...enough of this...he feels like he could just grab his hairs and tear out a handful of locks(fortunately he didn't).this is making him crazy..
he got up from the bed..stretched out his hand in the dark,only to find his pack of expensive cigars and a gold lighter.he got one thick stick and lit it skillfully,puffing off a mouthful of nicotine smokes that smelt like smoke mixed with cinnamon.he fixed his hair,got up from the bed and walked to the corner of the room where the small refrigerator was standing.he opened the fridge,took out a bottle of sherry and a small bucket of ice.he then turned around to find the small counter at the side of the fridge and found a tray with sherry glasses,the copitas.he got one,filled it with ices and sherry.one might think that he is a cat,because he was moving around swiftly among the dark.he didn't need the light to see his room and to know where his things are.he was gifted with special gifts.he could see perfectly in the dark,almost like a cat,his ears were sensitive even to the tiniest sound.his sixth sense can sense many things in advance,his skillful hands can draw life on the canvas.but still,there was something missing in his life...what that was,he didn't know.but he could sense it.
He walked out of his room..headed towards his study where his office and also his studio is situated.he turned on the light.it was a huge room with large glass windows,beautifully decorated.he walked towards the corner part where his studio is made,where he does his paintings.whenever he feels like he could paint something,he comes here.no matter how much works he got.at the end,master pieces gets born from his hands. but tonight,he was feeling restless.his instinct led him here,but when he stood infront of his canvas wrapped eizel,he felt lost.why was he here?he couldn't remember.but he shrugged.putting the glass down on the floor,he stashed his cigar in the glass of wine.then he got his colors ready in the plates.he got a bigger canvas.he didn't know what he was doing.all he knew was that he was following his instinct and he knew that this may finally lead him somewhere,maybe a step forward to his destiny.he got all his paintbrushes ready.then he looked at the white sheet infront him.slowly he took the plate in his hand and smeared his hand with dark red paint,,then he started to smear the upper half of the white background.then he took the black paint and smeared a certain part on the crimson color.then he took the plate and mixed the white color with little bit of orange and little bit of pink and smeared under the black.
his hands were working like machines.colors after colors followed.he was working like there is no tomorrow....colors after colors were painted on the canvas..slowly a figure was appearing among the labyrinth of colors...
he was painting like an obsessed person..who didn't seem like he was in his mind.
it was dawn..purple line appeared along the sky breaching the sky between the night and the upcoming day..still he was giving his final touch on the rose colored pads....
when he completed his task,he looked at his creation...there it was....finally...the image of his dream...
he looked at the painting with big eyes full of amazement and disbelief..is this his creation?.he never knew he could create something beyond imagination,something so breathtakingly beautiful like this.he knew it was his angel of his dream.his dreams finally took a shape.now he knew how his dreams looked like.but he was dreaming of someone so beautiful...it was too good to be true.
he seemed like drawn to the painting,completely captivated...to the creation of his hands,the shape of his dreams.....those big beautiful doe-like sparkling eyes..those rose colored kiss-pads..that pale skin with a tint of rose on the cheeks,those raven locks that covered the sides of the face,framing the face perfectly....the lips parted like letting out a moan..head tilted to the side slightly exposing the beautiful curvy neck..the crimson background seems like making the beauty stand out more mysteriously...
he knew he has to find this person.as it seems like he drew a image of a girl.maybe finally he is going to find his dream angel.....yes..he has to....
A/N..
YELP..looks like my muse-less brain has finally produced something which looks like a total BLAH!oh well,couldn't help it...not beta-ed..so mistakes are bound to be here...sorry..:(...curse my lazy ass..
i think you guys already know the image belongs to whom..:D
comments won't hurt..i promise...:)
Moans....
Sakura petals..scattered everywhere...
crimson bed.....flower petals scattering on the sheet..decorated for love..the fragrance lingering....
a pair of beautiful gray doe eyes...filled with love....
a pair of rose petals..parted....begging to be kissed..
a pale face featuring heavenly beauty let out a sigh and turned to the side giving more access of the pale expansion of the neck to get kissed and sucked..
the fair skin that smelt like unknown fragrance of flower and vanilla..deliciously tasted like peach,cream and little hint of honey...
a pair of fair arms wrapped around his neck and and a hand fisted on his hair..
the lips let out a moan full of ecstasy,passion,and love..."yunho...............'
Yunho got up with a sudden motion..panting hard..sweat was trickling down his forehead..it was winter time but he was feeling very hot..
This dream...not again..it seems like haunting him..how come he is still dreaming something like this,the same thing every night?at first he thought that it was just a dream,every healthy young man experiences this..but as the days are passing,the dreams became more vivid..he can even remember every single detail..he can even smell the fragrance,taste the unknown delicious skin,can feel the soft petals on his lips,the soft hands that stroked his body,his face...
urgh!this was too much!now he became so obsessed that he felt the urgency to find the person,who ever the person was.his logical mind says that this is just a dream,but his heart says that the person in his dream exists.it seems like the mother nature is giving him some kind of hint.but what it is,he still doesn't know.he felt like he was going to go insane because of this feeling.the unknown feeling that kept him so occupied that he even sometime forgets his surrounding and space out for hours.
Jung Yunho,the heir of the one of the biggest fashion designing house,and also one of the famous artists of South Korea,who won numerous awards because of his exclusive talent,is still single,who is an eligible bachelor,a desired man for every woman.any girl will give anything to have him,even for one night.Girls,women approaches him,willingly giving themselves to him. He also gladly excepts every single invitation.why?because he wants to find out his dream angel.yes,he named the person Angel.the beauty that took away his peace,his sanity,but remains as a mystery like he endless dark night.still...he looks everywhere,in every single woman he sleeps,tries to find out the fragrance,the taste...but fails...and it drives him more and more crazy...
Ironic...isn't it...the famous Jung Yunho....whom every one wants...is running behind the person who is only present in his dream..even he can't remember the face properly..just some incomplete details..flashing now and then...making him to crave for more..
........................................................................................................................................................................................................
'yunho..................'
He woke up again...panting hard....
thats it...enough of this...he feels like he could just grab his hairs and tear out a handful of locks(fortunately he didn't).this is making him crazy..
he got up from the bed..stretched out his hand in the dark,only to find his pack of expensive cigars and a gold lighter.he got one thick stick and lit it skillfully,puffing off a mouthful of nicotine smokes that smelt like smoke mixed with cinnamon.he fixed his hair,got up from the bed and walked to the corner of the room where the small refrigerator was standing.he opened the fridge,took out a bottle of sherry and a small bucket of ice.he then turned around to find the small counter at the side of the fridge and found a tray with sherry glasses,the copitas.he got one,filled it with ices and sherry.one might think that he is a cat,because he was moving around swiftly among the dark.he didn't need the light to see his room and to know where his things are.he was gifted with special gifts.he could see perfectly in the dark,almost like a cat,his ears were sensitive even to the tiniest sound.his sixth sense can sense many things in advance,his skillful hands can draw life on the canvas.but still,there was something missing in his life...what that was,he didn't know.but he could sense it.
He walked out of his room..headed towards his study where his office and also his studio is situated.he turned on the light.it was a huge room with large glass windows,beautifully decorated.he walked towards the corner part where his studio is made,where he does his paintings.whenever he feels like he could paint something,he comes here.no matter how much works he got.at the end,master pieces gets born from his hands. but tonight,he was feeling restless.his instinct led him here,but when he stood infront of his canvas wrapped eizel,he felt lost.why was he here?he couldn't remember.but he shrugged.putting the glass down on the floor,he stashed his cigar in the glass of wine.then he got his colors ready in the plates.he got a bigger canvas.he didn't know what he was doing.all he knew was that he was following his instinct and he knew that this may finally lead him somewhere,maybe a step forward to his destiny.he got all his paintbrushes ready.then he looked at the white sheet infront him.slowly he took the plate in his hand and smeared his hand with dark red paint,,then he started to smear the upper half of the white background.then he took the black paint and smeared a certain part on the crimson color.then he took the plate and mixed the white color with little bit of orange and little bit of pink and smeared under the black.
his hands were working like machines.colors after colors followed.he was working like there is no tomorrow....colors after colors were painted on the canvas..slowly a figure was appearing among the labyrinth of colors...
he was painting like an obsessed person..who didn't seem like he was in his mind.
it was dawn..purple line appeared along the sky breaching the sky between the night and the upcoming day..still he was giving his final touch on the rose colored pads....
when he completed his task,he looked at his creation...there it was....finally...the image of his dream...
he looked at the painting with big eyes full of amazement and disbelief..is this his creation?.he never knew he could create something beyond imagination,something so breathtakingly beautiful like this.he knew it was his angel of his dream.his dreams finally took a shape.now he knew how his dreams looked like.but he was dreaming of someone so beautiful...it was too good to be true.
he seemed like drawn to the painting,completely captivated...to the creation of his hands,the shape of his dreams.....those big beautiful doe-like sparkling eyes..those rose colored kiss-pads..that pale skin with a tint of rose on the cheeks,those raven locks that covered the sides of the face,framing the face perfectly....the lips parted like letting out a moan..head tilted to the side slightly exposing the beautiful curvy neck..the crimson background seems like making the beauty stand out more mysteriously...
he knew he has to find this person.as it seems like he drew a image of a girl.maybe finally he is going to find his dream angel.....yes..he has to....
A/N..
YELP..looks like my muse-less brain has finally produced something which looks like a total BLAH!oh well,couldn't help it...not beta-ed..so mistakes are bound to be here...sorry..:(...curse my lazy ass..
i think you guys already know the image belongs to whom..:D
comments won't hurt..i promise...:)