snsd/sj; morning after pill {hyukjae/hyoyeon}
Morning after pill.
hyukjae isn’t looking for commitment. apparently, neither is she. for compatable, an insanely late birthday present. HAPPY BIRTHDAY \o/!
wc→919; hyukjae/hyoyeon; r.
The best thing about a one-night stand, in Hyukjae’s opinion, was that he could get the pretty girls into his bed and they’d be gone the next morning when he woke up. Most of the time they wouldn’t even pressure him for a relationship afterwards, and usually he’d wake up to an empty bed and a number at his bedside.
He was fine with this. He didn’t mind rolling out of bed and washing up alone, then grabbing breakfast somewhere and going about his day. He actually preferred not having to trip over anyone’s clothes but his own, or care about any one else but himself. why anyone would want to be nagged at or annoyed by a girl all day was beyond him. He liked girls a lot, way too much, indeed, but he didn’t want to be tied down by anyone.
But then, he met her. Hyoyeon. She was amazing in bed, with curves in all the right places. When she pressed up against him he saw stars, and when she slipped down the length of his body and traced lines into his skin with her tongue he felt all sorts of dizzy. She was beautiful, and gorgeous, and an expert in bed. He may have climaxed more than once that night. Okay he did, but that was besides the point.
And it would have been absolutely perfect, if he had woken up to an empty apartment. But no.
Instead, he woke up to the smell of bacon frying. His eyes snapped open and he sat up abruptly. The other side of his bed was empty but he could hear a girl humming from the kitchen. He crashed about his room for a moment, throwing on clothes that hardly matched and stumbled out into the hallway.
Hyoyeon was in the kitchen, rolling bacon onto two different plates, both of which were already full of eggs and hash browns. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders and she was wearing nothing but one of his shirts. And honestly, for as wrong as it looked, for a girl to be in his kitchen, it was perfect. It was terrifying.
“Morning!” She chirped, and he blinked at her beaming smile.
She maneuvered around his kitchen like she owned it, and she wore his favorite shirt with the duck on it like she also owned it, too. Women. He took a seat at the table and she placed his plate down in front of him and sat down in the chair opposite his.
“Don’t blame me if it sucks, I’m not a cook.” She grinned.
Hyukjae picked the fork up, stared at the plate for a second, and then returned the fork to the table with a sigh. She hadn’t seemed like it at first, but she was one of those girls.
“Wow, okay.” He ran a hand through his greasy hair. “What are you doing?”
Hyoyeon blinked up at him, fork in her mouth. She pulled it out and swallowed. “I’m eating, what’s it look like?”
Hyukjae gripped his knees under the table. “I can see that,” he swallowed. “But why are you eating here?”
She gave him a look that said everything he feared. Her eyes widened in realization and he knew just then, that he’d probably broken her heart. Or something. But it didn’t matter because he didn’t care, of course he didn’t care. He never cared because it just didn’t work that way. Even if she looked really, really sexy in his duck shirt.
She had some of the best thighs that he had ever seen on a woman. Not to mention curves. He thought women with curves like hers only existed after intense photoshopping.
But to give her credit, even though he really had probably just broken her heart, she did a good job of covering it up. A second after her eyes widened, she smirked and stuffed her face with toast to stall for time. When she swallowed, she laughed.
“I think you’ve mistaken me for some other kind of girl.”
“What?” Hyukjae gaped. Was she really in denial?
Hyoyeon brought her plate to the sink and rinsed it off. His gaze was drawn towards the curve of her back where the bottom of the shirt arched over her butt, showing off polka-dotted underwear that he’d so eagerly stripped from her the night before. And really, that had been an experience to remember. Just the thought made him grow uncomfortably hard in his orange sweatpants.
She twirled around and marched over to his side of the table until she was right in front of him. He pooled his hands in his lap to hide his, uh, growing pains. She pulled his chin to her mouth and just when his mind started to scream yes at him, she laughed and pulled away.
“I just wanted breakfast before I left.” She sauntered towards his bedroom and grabbed her clothes. “One night stands make me hungry,” she said as she exited his bedroom, her jeans still unbuttoned. She turned to him with a hand on the doorknob, and all he could do was watch helplessly, still trying to hide his burning urges fruitlessly.
“Don’t miss me, dude.” She pointedly glanced down at his crotch right before she shut the door behind her.
It was only after he’d taken care of his business that he realised that she took his duck shirt and left behind her own shirt that smelled remarkably like sea salt.
hyukjae isn’t looking for commitment. apparently, neither is she. for compatable, an insanely late birthday present. HAPPY BIRTHDAY \o/!
wc→919; hyukjae/hyoyeon; r.
The best thing about a one-night stand, in Hyukjae’s opinion, was that he could get the pretty girls into his bed and they’d be gone the next morning when he woke up. Most of the time they wouldn’t even pressure him for a relationship afterwards, and usually he’d wake up to an empty bed and a number at his bedside.
He was fine with this. He didn’t mind rolling out of bed and washing up alone, then grabbing breakfast somewhere and going about his day. He actually preferred not having to trip over anyone’s clothes but his own, or care about any one else but himself. why anyone would want to be nagged at or annoyed by a girl all day was beyond him. He liked girls a lot, way too much, indeed, but he didn’t want to be tied down by anyone.
But then, he met her. Hyoyeon. She was amazing in bed, with curves in all the right places. When she pressed up against him he saw stars, and when she slipped down the length of his body and traced lines into his skin with her tongue he felt all sorts of dizzy. She was beautiful, and gorgeous, and an expert in bed. He may have climaxed more than once that night. Okay he did, but that was besides the point.
And it would have been absolutely perfect, if he had woken up to an empty apartment. But no.
Instead, he woke up to the smell of bacon frying. His eyes snapped open and he sat up abruptly. The other side of his bed was empty but he could hear a girl humming from the kitchen. He crashed about his room for a moment, throwing on clothes that hardly matched and stumbled out into the hallway.
Hyoyeon was in the kitchen, rolling bacon onto two different plates, both of which were already full of eggs and hash browns. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders and she was wearing nothing but one of his shirts. And honestly, for as wrong as it looked, for a girl to be in his kitchen, it was perfect. It was terrifying.
“Morning!” She chirped, and he blinked at her beaming smile.
She maneuvered around his kitchen like she owned it, and she wore his favorite shirt with the duck on it like she also owned it, too. Women. He took a seat at the table and she placed his plate down in front of him and sat down in the chair opposite his.
“Don’t blame me if it sucks, I’m not a cook.” She grinned.
Hyukjae picked the fork up, stared at the plate for a second, and then returned the fork to the table with a sigh. She hadn’t seemed like it at first, but she was one of those girls.
“Wow, okay.” He ran a hand through his greasy hair. “What are you doing?”
Hyoyeon blinked up at him, fork in her mouth. She pulled it out and swallowed. “I’m eating, what’s it look like?”
Hyukjae gripped his knees under the table. “I can see that,” he swallowed. “But why are you eating here?”
She gave him a look that said everything he feared. Her eyes widened in realization and he knew just then, that he’d probably broken her heart. Or something. But it didn’t matter because he didn’t care, of course he didn’t care. He never cared because it just didn’t work that way. Even if she looked really, really sexy in his duck shirt.
She had some of the best thighs that he had ever seen on a woman. Not to mention curves. He thought women with curves like hers only existed after intense photoshopping.
But to give her credit, even though he really had probably just broken her heart, she did a good job of covering it up. A second after her eyes widened, she smirked and stuffed her face with toast to stall for time. When she swallowed, she laughed.
“I think you’ve mistaken me for some other kind of girl.”
“What?” Hyukjae gaped. Was she really in denial?
Hyoyeon brought her plate to the sink and rinsed it off. His gaze was drawn towards the curve of her back where the bottom of the shirt arched over her butt, showing off polka-dotted underwear that he’d so eagerly stripped from her the night before. And really, that had been an experience to remember. Just the thought made him grow uncomfortably hard in his orange sweatpants.
She twirled around and marched over to his side of the table until she was right in front of him. He pooled his hands in his lap to hide his, uh, growing pains. She pulled his chin to her mouth and just when his mind started to scream yes at him, she laughed and pulled away.
“I just wanted breakfast before I left.” She sauntered towards his bedroom and grabbed her clothes. “One night stands make me hungry,” she said as she exited his bedroom, her jeans still unbuttoned. She turned to him with a hand on the doorknob, and all he could do was watch helplessly, still trying to hide his burning urges fruitlessly.
“Don’t miss me, dude.” She pointedly glanced down at his crotch right before she shut the door behind her.
It was only after he’d taken care of his business that he realised that she took his duck shirt and left behind her own shirt that smelled remarkably like sea salt.