love game
love game
yoona/yoochun
rated pg-13
i don't know why i keep on writing yoona/yoochun lol
but i don't really mind. :) but there will be other couplings next after this ^^
Park Yoochun sighed deeply and exhaled and a thick puff of smoke emerged from this lips. His eyes momentarily flicked to the small cigarette he held delicately between his index and middle finger but his attention was quickly shifted back once the sleeping figure beside him showed signs of movement. He smiled and a chuckle escaped from his throat.
“Good morning, sunshine.”
Im Yoona rubbed her eyes lightly as her brown orbs were still trying to adjust to the morning light streaming in through the windows. Her hands tugged lightly at the sheets as she groaned. Her hair was disheveled and her make-up was smudged from last night, making her the more sultry. Yoochun managed to swallow the gasp that was forming at his throat.
“What time is it?” She asked wearily.
“Almost noon.” Yoochun replied and looked at the clock, but it was just an excuse. The way Yoona’s long hair fell effortlessly, cascading down her shoulders; it was enough to drive him off the edge. He didn’t want her to know, and he certainly didn’t want to be caught staring.
Yoona smirked and after gathering up more of the sheets to cover her bare body, she leaned over to Yoochun. “May I?” She asked, eyeing the cigarette in Yoochun’s hand.
As Yoochun watched Yoona exhale the fumes, he arched an eyebrow and folded his arms; his lips curved into an amused smile. “You’re really not what the world has made you out to be, huh?”
“What do you mean?” Yoona asked, giving him a hard stare from the corner of her eyes. These looks that Park Yoochun were getting… they were so different from the image that Im Yoona put out… he had to admit: it was driving him insane-and he loved it.
“I mean, if the world knew about this side of Girls’ Generation’s Yoona… my, my, wouldn’t they be surprised.” Yoochun’s lips were curled into a smile and it showed off his playboy dimples. No wonder so many girls in this entertainment fell to his feet. Park Yoochun was worth so many rookie’s career… and more.
But for Yoona… Yoona… she just simply rolled her eyes and shrugged. And as she took another drag from the cigarette, some of the thin fabric that was covering her fell from her body.
“Eh,” Park Yoochun reached over and grazed his fingers against the words embedded on Yoona’s ribcage. The deepest scars are those we cannot see.
“When did you get this?”
“A while ago…” Yoona said bluntly and turned away from him and this emitted a chuckle from Yoochun. But Yoochun knew. Tattoos weren’t forbidden, per se. Heck, he and Jaejoong had gotten their fair share of them, but for a female idol? …Well. But Yoona was smart. Her ribcage… where she could hide it… most of the time. But not now. Not when she’s naked in bed with him.
“Aigo, woori Yoona. You’ve sure had grown.” He said as he tipped Yoona’s chin so she could meet his eyes. Her brown eyes were mesmerizing and Yoochun was sure that many men would kill to be in his position right now (and last night) but in addition to all that-Yoochun could see that her eyes were guarded. Her walls were up and Yoochun could tell that it would take a lot for them to be broken down. Im Yoona was deeply broken inside. But then, so was he… and so were many other idols. This industry does this to you sometimes.
“Of course oppa,” Yoona’s words were sharp, “This industry has taught me well… and I’m sure you know exactly what I’m talking about.”
Yoochun knew. The Im Yoona he trained with was different than the Yoona he met while filming the Haptic CF, and now… this Yoona in front of him… She was barely recognizable. But she was just as mesmerizing now as she was nearly eight years ago. She still had those looks that could make any guy fall to their knees and do anything at her command. Although, her face was now more slimmer and more V-shaped than before, and her eyes were darker now, due to those late night schedules, and she was a few pounds slimmer than before… all that was expected. Especially with So Nyuh Shi Dae’s schedule including running from Korea to Japan… back and forth. It was like the same thing he had gone through when he was in Dong Bang Shin Ki. He knew exactly how that felt.
So he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and planted a kiss lightly on her neck. Simple gestures like this would’ve worked for wooing Yoona when they were trainees, but now, not even a blink of an eye-not even a pulse. But it doesn’t matter to Yoochun, because he was sure… in time… he would have her heart again. He knew all the right moves and how to play this game to get exactly what he wanted.
“I know how it is in this industry.” He murmured as he continued planting kisses down her neck. “Oh, trust me, I know. So… do you want me to make it all go away… hm?”
Yoona only laughed in reply as she lurched away from Yoochun’s grasp. “Oppa,” Yoona drawled, and the way she said it, so sarcastically and blunt, made Yoochun grit his teeth in annoyance. “Don’t you worry about me, okay? And don’t you have a schedule to follow? I know I do. How do you manage to have so much time just fucking girls every single night.”
“I don’t.” He said with a low growl. “I mean, I don’t fuck girls every night. Damn, Yoona. What do you take me for?”
As she got off the bed, away from him, gathering the bed sheets with her, Yoona laughed throatily, and that sound was just so damn sexy. She had no idea what she had done to him.
He wanted to grab her back into his embrace. I really don’t… And my schedule? It doesn’t matter. They won’t miss me. Just let me stay with you… like this. Because this is what I need. You and me, our bodies so gloriously naked, hot, and intertwined.
But he would never say that. He never wanted to appear weak-especially not in front of Yoona.
So he just watched in pleasure as she roamed around the room and picked up her scattered clothing. As she slid into that beige skirt that she wore before meeting up with him last night, Yoochun couldn’t help but grin. Yoona grabbed her bag and was about to leave when Yoochun called out.
“Yoong!”
He watched as her nose wrinkled in disgust. He knew how much she hated him calling her by her nickname, and that only entertained him more.
“You forgot something.” He proudly as he held up her undergarment in his hands victoriously.
“I know…” Yoona said simply, without batting an eyelash. Her expression still haven’t changed; her face still as blank and expressionless as ever. And he had never seen such an expression on Yoona before, and he was sure he was one of the few that gets to see this side of her.
“That’s your souvenir… Don’t ever say I never did anything for you, oppa. That’s for you to make sure that this did happen and it wasn’t just a wet dream of yours. See you… well, when I see you.” And with that, she closed the door behind him, leaving Yoochun in the room; naked and with a hard on.
Damn it, that girl. He was sure she did that on purpose. Just the thought of her, roaming around the streets with a skirt and no panties… She knew what it would do to him: It was enough to drive him mad.
Yoona knew exactly how to play this game, and she’s already got him eating out of her hands.
yoona/yoochun
rated pg-13
i don't know why i keep on writing yoona/yoochun lol
but i don't really mind. :) but there will be other couplings next after this ^^
Park Yoochun sighed deeply and exhaled and a thick puff of smoke emerged from this lips. His eyes momentarily flicked to the small cigarette he held delicately between his index and middle finger but his attention was quickly shifted back once the sleeping figure beside him showed signs of movement. He smiled and a chuckle escaped from his throat.
“Good morning, sunshine.”
Im Yoona rubbed her eyes lightly as her brown orbs were still trying to adjust to the morning light streaming in through the windows. Her hands tugged lightly at the sheets as she groaned. Her hair was disheveled and her make-up was smudged from last night, making her the more sultry. Yoochun managed to swallow the gasp that was forming at his throat.
“What time is it?” She asked wearily.
“Almost noon.” Yoochun replied and looked at the clock, but it was just an excuse. The way Yoona’s long hair fell effortlessly, cascading down her shoulders; it was enough to drive him off the edge. He didn’t want her to know, and he certainly didn’t want to be caught staring.
Yoona smirked and after gathering up more of the sheets to cover her bare body, she leaned over to Yoochun. “May I?” She asked, eyeing the cigarette in Yoochun’s hand.
As Yoochun watched Yoona exhale the fumes, he arched an eyebrow and folded his arms; his lips curved into an amused smile. “You’re really not what the world has made you out to be, huh?”
“What do you mean?” Yoona asked, giving him a hard stare from the corner of her eyes. These looks that Park Yoochun were getting… they were so different from the image that Im Yoona put out… he had to admit: it was driving him insane-and he loved it.
“I mean, if the world knew about this side of Girls’ Generation’s Yoona… my, my, wouldn’t they be surprised.” Yoochun’s lips were curled into a smile and it showed off his playboy dimples. No wonder so many girls in this entertainment fell to his feet. Park Yoochun was worth so many rookie’s career… and more.
But for Yoona… Yoona… she just simply rolled her eyes and shrugged. And as she took another drag from the cigarette, some of the thin fabric that was covering her fell from her body.
“Eh,” Park Yoochun reached over and grazed his fingers against the words embedded on Yoona’s ribcage. The deepest scars are those we cannot see.
“When did you get this?”
“A while ago…” Yoona said bluntly and turned away from him and this emitted a chuckle from Yoochun. But Yoochun knew. Tattoos weren’t forbidden, per se. Heck, he and Jaejoong had gotten their fair share of them, but for a female idol? …Well. But Yoona was smart. Her ribcage… where she could hide it… most of the time. But not now. Not when she’s naked in bed with him.
“Aigo, woori Yoona. You’ve sure had grown.” He said as he tipped Yoona’s chin so she could meet his eyes. Her brown eyes were mesmerizing and Yoochun was sure that many men would kill to be in his position right now (and last night) but in addition to all that-Yoochun could see that her eyes were guarded. Her walls were up and Yoochun could tell that it would take a lot for them to be broken down. Im Yoona was deeply broken inside. But then, so was he… and so were many other idols. This industry does this to you sometimes.
“Of course oppa,” Yoona’s words were sharp, “This industry has taught me well… and I’m sure you know exactly what I’m talking about.”
Yoochun knew. The Im Yoona he trained with was different than the Yoona he met while filming the Haptic CF, and now… this Yoona in front of him… She was barely recognizable. But she was just as mesmerizing now as she was nearly eight years ago. She still had those looks that could make any guy fall to their knees and do anything at her command. Although, her face was now more slimmer and more V-shaped than before, and her eyes were darker now, due to those late night schedules, and she was a few pounds slimmer than before… all that was expected. Especially with So Nyuh Shi Dae’s schedule including running from Korea to Japan… back and forth. It was like the same thing he had gone through when he was in Dong Bang Shin Ki. He knew exactly how that felt.
So he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and planted a kiss lightly on her neck. Simple gestures like this would’ve worked for wooing Yoona when they were trainees, but now, not even a blink of an eye-not even a pulse. But it doesn’t matter to Yoochun, because he was sure… in time… he would have her heart again. He knew all the right moves and how to play this game to get exactly what he wanted.
“I know how it is in this industry.” He murmured as he continued planting kisses down her neck. “Oh, trust me, I know. So… do you want me to make it all go away… hm?”
Yoona only laughed in reply as she lurched away from Yoochun’s grasp. “Oppa,” Yoona drawled, and the way she said it, so sarcastically and blunt, made Yoochun grit his teeth in annoyance. “Don’t you worry about me, okay? And don’t you have a schedule to follow? I know I do. How do you manage to have so much time just fucking girls every single night.”
“I don’t.” He said with a low growl. “I mean, I don’t fuck girls every night. Damn, Yoona. What do you take me for?”
As she got off the bed, away from him, gathering the bed sheets with her, Yoona laughed throatily, and that sound was just so damn sexy. She had no idea what she had done to him.
He wanted to grab her back into his embrace. I really don’t… And my schedule? It doesn’t matter. They won’t miss me. Just let me stay with you… like this. Because this is what I need. You and me, our bodies so gloriously naked, hot, and intertwined.
But he would never say that. He never wanted to appear weak-especially not in front of Yoona.
So he just watched in pleasure as she roamed around the room and picked up her scattered clothing. As she slid into that beige skirt that she wore before meeting up with him last night, Yoochun couldn’t help but grin. Yoona grabbed her bag and was about to leave when Yoochun called out.
“Yoong!”
He watched as her nose wrinkled in disgust. He knew how much she hated him calling her by her nickname, and that only entertained him more.
“You forgot something.” He proudly as he held up her undergarment in his hands victoriously.
“I know…” Yoona said simply, without batting an eyelash. Her expression still haven’t changed; her face still as blank and expressionless as ever. And he had never seen such an expression on Yoona before, and he was sure he was one of the few that gets to see this side of her.
“That’s your souvenir… Don’t ever say I never did anything for you, oppa. That’s for you to make sure that this did happen and it wasn’t just a wet dream of yours. See you… well, when I see you.” And with that, she closed the door behind him, leaving Yoochun in the room; naked and with a hard on.
Damn it, that girl. He was sure she did that on purpose. Just the thought of her, roaming around the streets with a skirt and no panties… She knew what it would do to him: It was enough to drive him mad.
Yoona knew exactly how to play this game, and she’s already got him eating out of her hands.