Paper Cranes 27/30
Title: Paper Cranes 27/30(Sequel to Paper Cuts)
Author: giveitupjessica
Rating: PG-NC-17 (depending on the chapter)
Pairings: 2min, onkey, jazzhyun (read paper cuts to know about this one), taemin/sulli
Genre: AU, romance, comedy, pregnancy, angst
Summary: Lee Taemin was everything Minho wanted in a lover. He was the boy he wanted to come home to. The kind of boy that he never wanted to leave. The kind of boy that makes Minho want to give him everything. And finally it seemed like that he was finally going to get what he wanted. Taemin was breaking up with Sulli to be with him. He couldn't be happier. But just how long will their happiness last? Minho knew the kind of storm that would brew once Taemin broke up with Sulli, but he didn't care. He was going to stay by Taemin, no matter what. As long as the younger's heart was beating next to his, he didn't care. (sorry I suck at summaries)
A/N: Did someone ask for a little 2min smut? hehehe. I'm sure you'll definitely enjoy this one. The end is drawing near, how sad. If you have any ideas for a new fic, let me know. I'm itching to start a new one, but I don't want to say good-bye to these characters yet. :( Anyways, I'll try to get another update in before I go to work at 4. PLEASE COMMENT!! I <3 long ones! (that sounds dirty... hahaha.) Oh and turn on your speakers, I included a song in this!
CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
“So ready for dessert?” he asks me from across the table.
“Sure, why don’t you go and get it and I’ll clean up?” I answer, gathering out plates and walking to the kitchen.
“It’ll be a couple minutes before they’re ready. I haven’t cooked it yet,” he followed me into the kitchen and got a plate out of the fridge.
“What do you mean you haven’t cooked it yet?” I turned around to face him. He was now at the stove again, preparing a pan, plate beside him.
“I made nutella wontons and they’re only good if you eat them fresh because the filling is nice and warm and gooey. If you let them sit, they taste nasty. Well at least that’s what Jazzy told me when she taught me to make it.”
“Ah, I see,” I walk back to the table and grab the left over lasagna, I cover it up and place it in the fridge. It isn’t long before the apartment it filled with a soft scent of chocolate. My mouth was already watering, “Are they done yet?”
“Almost, I have three more to cook. Although if you can’t wait, go ahead and start eating.”
“No, it’s okay. I can wait.”
“I know you can’t Minnie,” he grabs one off the plate and holds it up to me.
“Thanks baby,” I grab it from his hand and bite into it. My tongue soaks up every last bit of flavor as I savory the treat. The filling was just like he said, warm and gooey. A nice contrast to the crisp, crunchy texture of the wrapper, “Mm… so good.”
“You know the only time I’ve ever heard you make those kinds of noises is in bed. Are they really that good?” he was eyeing me and I didn’t even notice it. I was too engrossed in the food I had in my hand.
“This just might be better than sex,” I say as I lick the remaining nutella off my fingers.
“Really?”
“Yeah. I want another one,” but he slaps my hand away, “YAH!”
“Are you seriously telling me that this,” he points to the wontons, “Is better than having sex with me?”
“I said it MIGHT be better. I’m not sure yet, you’ll have to do some convincing later. But right now, I want another one of these,” I grab one off the plate before he can stop me and begin eating it.
“Oh don’t worry baby, when we’re done tonight, you won’t remember a thing about these. Your real dessert comes AFTER this,” he winks and adds the last wontons to the plate before walking back to the table with them. I take a seat on his lap as we start to have our dessert.
“So where’s that apron?” I ask.
“Why?”
“Don’t you think it’s time for you to change into it?”
“After we finish these,” he holds up a wonton to my face and I take a bite of it. These seriously just got better and better with every one I ate.
“No, I want you in it now,” I tell him as I lower my head and start to kiss his neck, “Go put it on.”
“You’ll have to get off of me first.”
“Fine, while you go put it on. I’ll go and get my little surprise ready for you. Okay?” I trail kisses from his neck up to his mouth. He hums his response as be begins to nibble on my bottom lip. A soft moan leaves my mouth and he pushes his tongue in. I can still faintly taste the nutella on his tongue.
“Mm, you taste so good,” I tell him as I pull away. I slowly get off his lap, “Now go and get that apron on.”
“As you wish,” he stands up and makes his way back into the kitchen. I watch him leave, licking my lips at the thought of what’s about to happen. I grab the last two wontons from the plate before picking up the bag I had brought home and running into the room. I hope he likes what I have planned for him.
*~*
I would be lying if I said I felt awkward in the kitchen taking off my clothes. I mean the kitchen really wasn’t one of the places that you would get naked in, but he wanted me in the apron and I can never say no to him. So here I was in the kitchen, slipping off my pants and boxers. I was suddenly very aware of my nakedness and a blush crept to my face. Yeah, it I felt dirty being naked in the kitchen, so I quickly pulled the apron on.
“Minnie, where are you?” I yell when I saw that he was no longer at the table.
“In the bedroom!” he yells back.
“Oh okay,” I start to walk in the direction of the bedroom.
“But don’t come!”
“What? Why?” I ask as I stop in my tracks.
“Go sit on the couch and wait for me!”
“If you say so,” I turn around and walk to the couch. If I though being naked in the kitchen was weird, it was definitely weirder to walk around with the front of my body covered and the back fully exposed. Not to mention the tie in the back kept on brushing against my ass and making me giggle. I never would have thought that my ass was ticklish. I toss my clothes on the pile that was already on the armrest before I take a seat. What was I supposed to do while I waited? I hope he didn’t take long. I rest my hands in my lap and begin to twiddle my thumbs.
“Almost done baby?” I ask him.
“Just give me a few more minutes.”
“I’m about to start without you!” I tease.
“Don’t you dare!”
“Just joking!”
It was starting to get a little cold in the room and I look over to see the glass door was open. He must have opened it earlier to get some of the heat out of the apartment. I stand up and make my way to the door to close it. Just as I’m locking it in place I hear someone clear their throat behind me. I turn around and look over my boyfriend from head to toe. He was wearing a referee outfit, but the shorts were nice little short shorts that hit up about mid thigh and the shirt hugged his body perfectly. He had a whistle around his neck and knee high socks on. He looked good enough to eat.
“Hey Ref!” I say as I stride towards him.
“Hey yourself,” he answers.
“Where’d you get this anyways?”
“It’s my little secret. Now get on the couch.”
“And if I don’t?”
“I might have to pull you out of the game.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t want or would I?” he raises a brow at me.
“Definitely wouldn’t want to be pulled out of the game.”
“Oh okay,” I turn around and take a seat on the couch. I watch him walk over to the stereo and start to fiddle with it.
“You know when I first saw your apron, I thought it said something completely different,” he tells me, back still towards me and I can’t help but stare at just how plump his ass looks in those shirts.
“Oh?”
“Yeah.”
“What’d you think it said?”
“Kiss the Cock.”
I can’t help but let out a laugh, I knew that he would think it said that. I know I did when I saw it and that was the reason why I decided to buy it, “I thought it said the same thing when I saw it in the market.”
“Did you?”
“Yeah.”
“What are you doing over there?”
“My, my someone’s being impatient.”
“You know I hate waiting.”
“Don’t worry baby, it’ll all be worth the wait,” he finally turns back to me and his eyes widen, “I haven’t even done anything yet and you’re already like that?”
I look down to my crotch and sure enough there’s a small tent starting to be pitched, “Well blame your little get-up and my dirty mind. Your ass looks amazing in those shorts by the way. I can’t wait to get my hands on it.”
He brings up one finger and wags it at me, “No touching.”
“What?!”
“Well, not for the whole night. I’ll tell you when you can touch though. For now, sit back, relax, and enjoy,” he presses a button on the remote and music starts to fill the room. I can’t help but smile when I realize it’s f(x)’s “Mr. Boogie.” I watch as he begins to dance in front of me. It’s perfectly innocent at first, but it soon gets far from it as his body starts to sway in a very sensual manner. My eyes follow every curve of his body as he continues to dance. I can feel myself getting hard and he was still fully clothed. I wonder if he’ll start stripping. Now that would definitely be hot.
At one point he turns his back to me and wiggles his ass. I almost get a nose bleed when he looks over his shoulder, one finger in his mouth as he gives it one last wiggle. I’ve never seen this side of him before. I’d be lying if I didn’t say I thoroughly enjoyed it though. He was being so naughty, but in such an innocent way. The song soon ends and I hear “Bad Girl Good Girl” fill the room. I watch as he starts to do the exact choreography to it. And it was so much more sexier in his little referee costume. I didn’t notice how much touching there was in the choreography until now. I couldn’t take it anymore and I snuck my hand under the apron to touch myself as I watched Taemin dance. He smirks when he sees me do this and bring the whistle up to his mouth. He gives a short blow before pulling a yellow card out of his knee high sock.
“Uh uh, I said no touching.”
“I thought you meant no touching you,” I complain. He was completely unphased by the whole thing as he continued to do the choreography flawlessly.
“You can’t touch yourself either.”
“That’s just cruel and unusual punishment.”
“I call the shots. I’m the ref.”
I grudgingly withdraw my hand and place it back on my lap, “Whatever you say ref. That was a bullshit call though.”
“I know,” he winks at me.
As if things weren’t getting hot as they were, KARA’S “Mister” had to come on next and that little butt dance they do was even better when Taemin did it. In his short, tight shorts that made his ass so inviting. I wish I hadn’t closed the glass door now. It was even hotter now than it was when I was cooking. It got even worst when he was right in front of me shaking his butt. I bit down hard on my bottom lip until I couldn’t take it anymore. I reached out and grabbed his ass with my hands. He quickly moved away and blew his whistle at me again, this time pulling a red card out of his sock.
“Naughty naughty,” he wags his finger at me again, “Now you’ll have to be punished.”
“Bring it on. It was worth it anyways,” it was only then did I notice the growing bulge in his shorts, “Why don’t you come here and let me help you with that Ref?”
“After I finish punishing you,” he comes over to me and leans down. I pull his whistle until his lips finally meet mine. My hands wrap around to grab his ass again and he let’s out a little squeak as I squeeze it. His hands are resting on my knees, slowly moving my legs apart. I feel him pulling away and I see a smirk on his face as he gets down on his knees.
“What are you doing?” his fingers are on the hem of the apron now, smirk still on his face.
“Punishing you,” he says as he lifts up the apron and disappears underneath it. I feel his mouth placing kisses all over my erection. Had I known this was the punishment for grabbing his ass, I would have done it a lot sooner.
“Minnie, stop teasing,” I breath out as my head falls back to rest on the couch. He doesn’t listen to me and now he’s slowly dragging his tongue up and down my shaft. And man does it feel good. He continues to tease me by placing kisses on my inner thigh and nipping at the flesh right beside my cock. I’m dying to feel his mouth around me now. I’m almost tempted to grab his head and guide it to where it needs to be, but I don’t. I let him do what he wants because it feels too damn good.
A full song plays before I finally feel him take me in his mouth. He takes just the tip though. Licking at the precum that’s gathered and pressing his tongue to the slit to get more out. I moan in pleasure and start to grip the couch. My body is burning up as he slowly takes me into his mouth and I revel in the warm, wet cavern that is his mouth. I don’t know what it was, but it’s never felt this good to be in his mouth before. I feel him hollow out his cheeks and suck on my hard. I gasp at the feel and grip the couch tighter.
“Oh so good Minnie,” I let out between bated breaths. I feel my breath catch in my throat as I feel myself slip into the back of his throat and he’s sucking hard again. I was on the verge of hyperventilating and doing whatever I could not to thrust into his mouth. He would surely chock if I did so. So I just griped the couch even tighter as he continued to pleasure me. I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding when I come into his mouth. He let’s me ride out my orgasm in his mouth as he sucks me dry.
I slowly open my eyes and see him climb out from under the apron. He wipes the cum off the side of his mouth with the back of his hand and grins at me.
“That was hot,” I tell him.
“Thanks,” he’s standing in front of me again, “But the show isn’t over yet. I had to stop in the middle of it to punish you.”
“Well then, by all means, please continue,” I motion for him to start again and he does once the next song starts up. It’s SNSD’s “Tell Me Your Wish.” Now if this song wasn’t just the tiniest bit suggestive as it was, he made it even more so as he began to use his body to talk to me. And just as I was wishing earlier, he began to strip which raised the temperature in the room by about 100 degrees every time and article of clothing was tossed at me. He was probably naked for about five seconds before I jumped off the couch and pounced on him. I felt him giggle as I crashed our lips together. His hands wrapped around me and untied the back of the apron before pulling it off of me and tossing it to the side.
“So excited so fast?” he teases me as he his starts to rub my half-hardened cock.
“Can you blame me?”
“No, I’m surprised it took you so long actually. Do you forgive me for this morning now?” he asks as I start to kiss his neck.
“Not yet.”
“What more do you want me to do?”
“Let me have my way with you,” I mumble into his neck before biting down on his collar bone. He let’s out a gasp that quickly turns into a moan as I begin to suck on it.
“O-o-okay,” he breathes out, hands making their way to the back of my neck to keep me in place. I gently move our bodies so that we’re laying on the floor. I continue to give his neck my undivided attention and listen to his moans mix with the music that was playing. I hiss when he starts to grind his hips into mine, causing our arousals to rub together.
“Now look who’s being impatient,” I say as I move away from his neck and start to kiss him. As our kiss more passionate and deep, his grinding gets uneven and somewhat frantic. I lean into his ear and swipe my tongue cross the shell of it and nibble on it before whispering, “Tell me what you want baby. Tell me what you want or I’ll stop.”
“Don’t… don’t… st-st-stop… Y-you ca-ca-ca-can’t st-st-st-stop,” he manages to get out of his mouth since I’ve now moved to his nipples and was currently suckling one of them. I knew how sensitive they got when we were in this state and I enjoyed seeing him stutter as pleasure pulsed through his body.
“Then tell me what you want baby,” I say around his nipple and he shudders at the feel of my warm breath on it as well as the vibration my mouth sent down to it as I talked.
“I… I… I… do-do-don’t… wa-wa-want y-y-ou… to… st-st-stop,” he says again.
“I know that baby,” I prop myself up above him my resting my hands on either side of his head, “Tell me what you want me to do to your body.”
“I want you to take me already,” he says after he finally catches his breath. I smirk at him and hold up three fingers in front of his mouth. His eyes never leave mine as he gathers them in his mouth and sucks on them. His tongue slowly sliding over each one of them, making sure they’re coated properly. He releases them after awhile and I bring them down to his hole.
“Just stick all of them in, I can’t wait for you to slowly prep me,” he orders me.
“You sure? It’s gonna hurt.”
“Just do it baby,” and I do what he says. I push all three fingers into him at once and he gasps.
“Want me to stop?” I ask, pain clearly written all over his face.
“No, just start moving them. I’ll get used it in a little bit.”
“You sure?”
“Yes!”
“Okay,” I start to thrust my fingers into him and watch his face. I angle my fingers in different directions trying to find his prostate because I know that will for sure make the pain go away once I find it. I’m not wrong when he moans out my name as I hit the bundle of nerves. All evidence of pain gone from his face, replaced by pleasure. I continue to ram my fingers into him, enjoying the view of him underneath me. Body glistening from the thin film of sweat that was coating his skin. He looked beautiful.
“Baby, I’m ready. You can get inside me,” he says between breathes.
“Okay,” I pull my fingers out and look around. I needed some kind of lube. I couldn’t see anything in our close proximity so I brought my hand down and spread whatever precum I had all over it, “This may hurt more than usual baby.”
“I don’t care. I need you. Please. Just get in me,” he tells me, eyes pleading as well.
“How can I say no to you?” I say to him as I begin to kiss him to distract him from my cock sliding into his hole. He twitches as I enter him, but pulls my head down to deepen the kiss. I’m sure it was hurting more than it normally did by the way his nails were digging into my shoulders. I stop sliding into him to give him some time to adjust to what was already inside of him before pushing in the rest of the way. He didn’t seem to like the idea because he wrapped his legs around my waist and thrusts his hips into mine. Sending me deep into him. I break away from the kiss to moan as he continued to thrust his hips into me. I didn’t move at all. I just stayed as I was, propped up a little and let him do his thing.
“Baby,” he says into my ear.
“Hm?”
“I wanna ride you.”
“Now?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay,” I quick shift our positions so that I’m now underneath him and he’s straddling my body. His ass rubs against my erection and I moan out his name. I feel him lean down and start to place kisses all over my chest as he continues to rub against me. He slowly works his way up to my neck and then over to one of my ears.
“I’m going to ride you so fucking hard, you’re going to be begging me for more,” he says into my ear. And I believe him. I open my eyes shift between my cock disappearing into him and his face. When I’m finally settled deep inside of him, I grab hold of his waist. He looks at me and wiggles a bit and I moan.
“Ready?”
“Uh huh,” and I feel his hands on my chest as he lifts himself off of me only to slam back down. He starts off with an agonizingly slow pace, but quickly picks it up. His thrusts down onto me get harder as well. I can feel myself go deeper into him with each thrust. I’m about to start thrusting up into him, but he stops me.
“No baby. I got this,” he leans down and places a quick kiss on my lips before going back to what he was doing. My mind is reeling at the pleasure that’s building up in me. I knew I was going to be able to last much longer.
“Tae… Taemin… Baby,” I breath out when I feel my cock hit his prostate.
“Yes?” softly staggers out of his mouth.
“I’m so close.”
“So am I, help me out,” he says to me and I grab hold of his neglected cock and begin to pump him. I try to match his thrusts, but it’s no use. They’re so uneven and scattered, that I can’t keep up with it. So I start my own rhythm and bring my other hand up to massage his balls, “So good. S-s-s-oooo gg-ggg-ooooddd.”
“Baby, I’m about to,” I say as my hands speed up.
“Wait for me. I’m getting there. A few more.”
“I can’t. I need to,” he slams down onto me rather roughly and that’s all it takes for me to shoot my seed deep into him. He comes not too long after me and my hand are back on his waist as he rocks his body back and forth, riding out his orgasm. I drink in the sight of him. Head thrown back, hair plaster to his face, mouth open in a silent moan, hands gripping my hips as he comes down from his high. He finally collapses on top of me. His come spreading over both of our bodies as we start to cuddle.
“Do you forgive me now?” he asks as he starts to circle my nipple with his finger.
“Yes, but I was never mad at you to begin with.”
“I know.”
“We’re going to have to take another shower before we go to sleep,” I tell him as I bring his body closer to me, if that was even possible.
“I know.”
I start to brush away the hair from his face and he brings his lips up to mine for a soft kiss. He buries his head into my neck and we lay there like that, waiting for enough energy to move again. I smile when I hear the Wonder Girl’s “Saying I Love You” fill the room and I look over to the glass door and see white flakes falling from the sky.
“Minnie,” I whisper into his ear and look down to see his eyes are closed.
“Hm?”
“Look outside.”
“Why?”
“Just look.”
“Okay,” I watch his eyes slowly open and glance out the window, “It’s snowing.”
“First snow of the year.”
I can feel his fingers drawing something on my chest over and over. It takes minute, but then I finally recognize that he’s drawing hangul characters on me. Saranghae Choi Minho
“I love you too Lee Taemin,” I say into his hair before placing a kiss in it.
*~*
We were barely half way through the video and it was already almost 9. I didn’t realize just how much work went into shooting a music video. All of this was work and time for a 4 minute video. I guess I wasn’t going to be able to see Yoogeun tonight. I was a little upset. I wanted to be able to put him to bed again tonight. Maybe even put him to bed with Jazzy this time. I pull out my phone as I collapse into my chair. We were taking a break while they figured out some problem with the lighting. I hit speed dial number 1. After about three rings, someone finally picks up.
“Hi Jonghyun,” she says and I flinch. I really hated that she wasn’t calling me Jjongie like she has been since we met. I wonder if she would feel the same if I started to call her HeRan instead of Jazzy.
“Hi Jazzy.”
“Are you coming?”
“No, I have to work.”
“That’s okay,” I hear a little sadness in her voice, “You’re a busy man plus there’s always tomorrow.”
“Yeah. I wish I could come though. I miss him like crazy already.”
“He tends to do that to people.”
“How was your day?” I could’ve just hung up but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to yet. I wanted to keep listening to her talk even though our conversation was getting awkward pretty fast. I still loved the sound of her voice and after not hearing it for a year, it was the sweetest sound to my ears. Well that and Yoogeun’s laughter.
“It was fine. Dropped Yoogeun off at daycare not too long after you dropped him off, went to class, picked him back up, and then came home. And yours?”
“Tiring.”
“Your dad still working you hard?”
“Actually, I’m not at the office.”
“Oh?”
“I’m shooting my first music video.”
“Congratulations.”
“Thanks. Maybe you and Yoogeun can come by the set tomorrow? I’ll probably be working late again and I really want to see him,” and you I silently add.
“We’ll see. I’m supposed to be at the studio tomorrow.”
“You’re still doing that?”
“Yeah, I’m making up for the time I took off while I was pregnant and my dancing was more like wobbling.”
“I see.”
“But if anything, I can see if Onew and Key oppa can bring Yoogeun to the set.”
“That would be nice,” I want to tell her that I it has to be her, but I don’t.
“I’ll talk to them after I put him to sleep.”
“I really wish I could be there.”
“I’m sure he wishes you were here too,” I want to ask her if she wants me there, but again I don’t. I feel like I’m back in high school again. I want to ask her all these questions, but I can’t because I don’t have the courage too. Or because the words get caught in my mouth, “I better get going, he’s starting to get cranky. It’s past his bedtime.”
“Oh okay. I hope I get to see him at tomorrow,” and you, “Just send me a text or something so that I know.”
“Okay. Have a nice night Jonghyun.”
“You too. Oh and Jazzy,” I say before she hangs up.
“Yeah?”
“Can you stop calling me Jonghyun?”
“But that is your name.”
“I know, but don’t call me that.”
“What did you want me to call you then.”
“Jjongie.”
“Oh, okay. Bye J-j-Jjongie,” I didn’t like how she stuttered when she said my name.
“Bye Jazzy. Give Yoogeun a kiss good-night for me.”
“I will.”
And she hangs up before I can say anymore. I bring my phone away from my ear and just stare at it. Was this what I wanted? Did I want to be back together with Jazzy after she betrayed me like that? My mind started to have a silent debate with itself about what I wanted when it came to Jazzy. She hurt me, a lot, but I still loved her. I still wanted to feel her in my arms and kiss her lips. But she hurt and betrayed me. Could things be the same between us after that?
“Hey,” a soft voice interrupts my thoughts and I look over to it’s owner. Sekyung sits down in the chair beside me and smiles. I couldn’t help the little jump my heart made at that smile.
“Hey.”
“You know, your acting skills aren’t as bad as you led me to believe.”
“I feel like they are compared to yours.”
“But that’s what I do for a living. I’m sure my singing is nothing compared to yours.”
“I’ll have to hear you sing to be the judge of that,” was I flirting with her?
“I don’t think you’d want to. I can’t carry a tune to save my life.”
“I think you’re just being hard on yourself.”
“Surprisingly I’m not.”
We sit there in silence and watch the people run around in front of us. I couldn’t help but notice the goosebumps that were forming on my skin whenever she was in close proximity to me. She was beautiful and very sweet. We were getting along amazingly. We’d have short little conversations about nothing in particular between takes. I felt so comfortable around her.
“So,” she finally breaks the silence, “Am I really your ideal type?”
I’m caught off guard by her question and can already feel the sweat starting to form on my forehead. And I know it wasn’t because of the lights, “Um.”
“You don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to.”
“I didn’t know you read any articles about me.”
“Well when I got news that we’d be working together. I did my research. And I have to say, from what I read, you’re pretty close to my ideal type too,” she looks at me and give me that smile again.
“Oh, okay,” I give her a shy smile in return and she giggles.
“You’re cute when you blush.”
And hearing her say that only made me blush even more. My phone goes off in my hand and I look down at it. It was a text from Jazzy. I open it up and see a picture of Yoogeun, sleeping peacefully in his crib, hugging a stuffed raptor to his chest. A pacifier in his mouth blocking the faint smile that played at his lips.
From: My Jazzy<3
To: Jjong
yoogeun says good night appa
I can’t help but smile down at the picture. I forgot that Sekyung was beside me until she spoke up.
“Who was that?” she asks me.
“No one,” I say to her.
“Really? Because you had this big smile on your face right after you looked at your phone. It’s still there too.”
“Is it?” I reach up to my mouth and sure enough I was smiling and didn’t even know it, “Hm.”
“Must have been from someone special to put that kind of smile on your face.”
“Mm,” I respond and take another peek at the picture on my phone.
It was a few more hours before we called it wrap for the night. It was late and none of us had properly eaten, so a group of us decided to go out for a late dinner. Sekyung was part of that group. I couldn’t help but feel a little happy that she was joining us. I really did enjoy her company. I had a good time at dinner. We all laughed and talked like we were old friends, not people who just today for work.
“Jonghyun-ssi,” Jinwoon says to me as we exit the restaurant.
“Yeah?”
“It’s getting late, why don’t you send Sekyung-ssi home? She shouldn’t be walking around this late at night by herself.”
“Oh, that’s okay Jinwoon-ssi,” she quickly interrupts, “I don’t live too far from here. I’ll be fine walking.”
“No, it’s okay Sekyung-ssi,” I tell her as I agree to walking her home without a second thought, “I’ll send you home.”
“You sure?” she asks me.
“Yeah, which way do you live?” I point to my left and right as I ask her.
“This way,” she points to the left.
“Okay. We’ll see you all tomorrow,” I say to everyone else as we all begin to exchange good byes, “Here, let me carry your bag.”
“That’s okay Jonghyun-ssi. I got it,” she says as she lifts it up, but I take it from her anyways.
“Now I got it,” I tease her and we begin to walk to her home. We quickly fall into a nice steady pace with one another and start to talk about music. We compare our tastes and they’re pretty similar, “Have you heard of a singer named Aziel?”
“No.”
“He does an amazing version of Stevie Wonder’s ‘Ribbon In the Sky.’ Here, I have it on my iPod, you can give it a listen,” I fish my iPod out of my jacket pocket and hand her the headphones. She only takes one of them.
“You listen too,” she says as she places it in her ear and I place the other in mine. I scroll through the songs until I find the song I’m looking for. I select it and the faint sound of a guitar fills one of my ears. We walk in silence as we listen to the song. Guilt starts to build in my stomach as we continue to walk. I can’t help but feel like I just betrayed Jazzy as well. I was listening to OUR song as I walked another girl home. Another girl who I couldn’t help but think that I was starting to develop feelings for. As my life wasn’t complicated enough.
Author: giveitupjessica
Rating: PG-NC-17 (depending on the chapter)
Pairings: 2min, onkey, jazzhyun (read paper cuts to know about this one), taemin/sulli
Genre: AU, romance, comedy, pregnancy, angst
Summary: Lee Taemin was everything Minho wanted in a lover. He was the boy he wanted to come home to. The kind of boy that he never wanted to leave. The kind of boy that makes Minho want to give him everything. And finally it seemed like that he was finally going to get what he wanted. Taemin was breaking up with Sulli to be with him. He couldn't be happier. But just how long will their happiness last? Minho knew the kind of storm that would brew once Taemin broke up with Sulli, but he didn't care. He was going to stay by Taemin, no matter what. As long as the younger's heart was beating next to his, he didn't care. (sorry I suck at summaries)
A/N: Did someone ask for a little 2min smut? hehehe. I'm sure you'll definitely enjoy this one. The end is drawing near, how sad. If you have any ideas for a new fic, let me know. I'm itching to start a new one, but I don't want to say good-bye to these characters yet. :( Anyways, I'll try to get another update in before I go to work at 4. PLEASE COMMENT!! I <3 long ones! (that sounds dirty... hahaha.) Oh and turn on your speakers, I included a song in this!
CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
“So ready for dessert?” he asks me from across the table.
“Sure, why don’t you go and get it and I’ll clean up?” I answer, gathering out plates and walking to the kitchen.
“It’ll be a couple minutes before they’re ready. I haven’t cooked it yet,” he followed me into the kitchen and got a plate out of the fridge.
“What do you mean you haven’t cooked it yet?” I turned around to face him. He was now at the stove again, preparing a pan, plate beside him.
“I made nutella wontons and they’re only good if you eat them fresh because the filling is nice and warm and gooey. If you let them sit, they taste nasty. Well at least that’s what Jazzy told me when she taught me to make it.”
“Ah, I see,” I walk back to the table and grab the left over lasagna, I cover it up and place it in the fridge. It isn’t long before the apartment it filled with a soft scent of chocolate. My mouth was already watering, “Are they done yet?”
“Almost, I have three more to cook. Although if you can’t wait, go ahead and start eating.”
“No, it’s okay. I can wait.”
“I know you can’t Minnie,” he grabs one off the plate and holds it up to me.
“Thanks baby,” I grab it from his hand and bite into it. My tongue soaks up every last bit of flavor as I savory the treat. The filling was just like he said, warm and gooey. A nice contrast to the crisp, crunchy texture of the wrapper, “Mm… so good.”
“You know the only time I’ve ever heard you make those kinds of noises is in bed. Are they really that good?” he was eyeing me and I didn’t even notice it. I was too engrossed in the food I had in my hand.
“This just might be better than sex,” I say as I lick the remaining nutella off my fingers.
“Really?”
“Yeah. I want another one,” but he slaps my hand away, “YAH!”
“Are you seriously telling me that this,” he points to the wontons, “Is better than having sex with me?”
“I said it MIGHT be better. I’m not sure yet, you’ll have to do some convincing later. But right now, I want another one of these,” I grab one off the plate before he can stop me and begin eating it.
“Oh don’t worry baby, when we’re done tonight, you won’t remember a thing about these. Your real dessert comes AFTER this,” he winks and adds the last wontons to the plate before walking back to the table with them. I take a seat on his lap as we start to have our dessert.
“So where’s that apron?” I ask.
“Why?”
“Don’t you think it’s time for you to change into it?”
“After we finish these,” he holds up a wonton to my face and I take a bite of it. These seriously just got better and better with every one I ate.
“No, I want you in it now,” I tell him as I lower my head and start to kiss his neck, “Go put it on.”
“You’ll have to get off of me first.”
“Fine, while you go put it on. I’ll go and get my little surprise ready for you. Okay?” I trail kisses from his neck up to his mouth. He hums his response as be begins to nibble on my bottom lip. A soft moan leaves my mouth and he pushes his tongue in. I can still faintly taste the nutella on his tongue.
“Mm, you taste so good,” I tell him as I pull away. I slowly get off his lap, “Now go and get that apron on.”
“As you wish,” he stands up and makes his way back into the kitchen. I watch him leave, licking my lips at the thought of what’s about to happen. I grab the last two wontons from the plate before picking up the bag I had brought home and running into the room. I hope he likes what I have planned for him.
*~*
I would be lying if I said I felt awkward in the kitchen taking off my clothes. I mean the kitchen really wasn’t one of the places that you would get naked in, but he wanted me in the apron and I can never say no to him. So here I was in the kitchen, slipping off my pants and boxers. I was suddenly very aware of my nakedness and a blush crept to my face. Yeah, it I felt dirty being naked in the kitchen, so I quickly pulled the apron on.
“Minnie, where are you?” I yell when I saw that he was no longer at the table.
“In the bedroom!” he yells back.
“Oh okay,” I start to walk in the direction of the bedroom.
“But don’t come!”
“What? Why?” I ask as I stop in my tracks.
“Go sit on the couch and wait for me!”
“If you say so,” I turn around and walk to the couch. If I though being naked in the kitchen was weird, it was definitely weirder to walk around with the front of my body covered and the back fully exposed. Not to mention the tie in the back kept on brushing against my ass and making me giggle. I never would have thought that my ass was ticklish. I toss my clothes on the pile that was already on the armrest before I take a seat. What was I supposed to do while I waited? I hope he didn’t take long. I rest my hands in my lap and begin to twiddle my thumbs.
“Almost done baby?” I ask him.
“Just give me a few more minutes.”
“I’m about to start without you!” I tease.
“Don’t you dare!”
“Just joking!”
It was starting to get a little cold in the room and I look over to see the glass door was open. He must have opened it earlier to get some of the heat out of the apartment. I stand up and make my way to the door to close it. Just as I’m locking it in place I hear someone clear their throat behind me. I turn around and look over my boyfriend from head to toe. He was wearing a referee outfit, but the shorts were nice little short shorts that hit up about mid thigh and the shirt hugged his body perfectly. He had a whistle around his neck and knee high socks on. He looked good enough to eat.
“Hey Ref!” I say as I stride towards him.
“Hey yourself,” he answers.
“Where’d you get this anyways?”
“It’s my little secret. Now get on the couch.”
“And if I don’t?”
“I might have to pull you out of the game.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t want or would I?” he raises a brow at me.
“Definitely wouldn’t want to be pulled out of the game.”
“Oh okay,” I turn around and take a seat on the couch. I watch him walk over to the stereo and start to fiddle with it.
“You know when I first saw your apron, I thought it said something completely different,” he tells me, back still towards me and I can’t help but stare at just how plump his ass looks in those shirts.
“Oh?”
“Yeah.”
“What’d you think it said?”
“Kiss the Cock.”
I can’t help but let out a laugh, I knew that he would think it said that. I know I did when I saw it and that was the reason why I decided to buy it, “I thought it said the same thing when I saw it in the market.”
“Did you?”
“Yeah.”
“What are you doing over there?”
“My, my someone’s being impatient.”
“You know I hate waiting.”
“Don’t worry baby, it’ll all be worth the wait,” he finally turns back to me and his eyes widen, “I haven’t even done anything yet and you’re already like that?”
I look down to my crotch and sure enough there’s a small tent starting to be pitched, “Well blame your little get-up and my dirty mind. Your ass looks amazing in those shorts by the way. I can’t wait to get my hands on it.”
He brings up one finger and wags it at me, “No touching.”
“What?!”
“Well, not for the whole night. I’ll tell you when you can touch though. For now, sit back, relax, and enjoy,” he presses a button on the remote and music starts to fill the room. I can’t help but smile when I realize it’s f(x)’s “Mr. Boogie.” I watch as he begins to dance in front of me. It’s perfectly innocent at first, but it soon gets far from it as his body starts to sway in a very sensual manner. My eyes follow every curve of his body as he continues to dance. I can feel myself getting hard and he was still fully clothed. I wonder if he’ll start stripping. Now that would definitely be hot.
At one point he turns his back to me and wiggles his ass. I almost get a nose bleed when he looks over his shoulder, one finger in his mouth as he gives it one last wiggle. I’ve never seen this side of him before. I’d be lying if I didn’t say I thoroughly enjoyed it though. He was being so naughty, but in such an innocent way. The song soon ends and I hear “Bad Girl Good Girl” fill the room. I watch as he starts to do the exact choreography to it. And it was so much more sexier in his little referee costume. I didn’t notice how much touching there was in the choreography until now. I couldn’t take it anymore and I snuck my hand under the apron to touch myself as I watched Taemin dance. He smirks when he sees me do this and bring the whistle up to his mouth. He gives a short blow before pulling a yellow card out of his knee high sock.
“Uh uh, I said no touching.”
“I thought you meant no touching you,” I complain. He was completely unphased by the whole thing as he continued to do the choreography flawlessly.
“You can’t touch yourself either.”
“That’s just cruel and unusual punishment.”
“I call the shots. I’m the ref.”
I grudgingly withdraw my hand and place it back on my lap, “Whatever you say ref. That was a bullshit call though.”
“I know,” he winks at me.
As if things weren’t getting hot as they were, KARA’S “Mister” had to come on next and that little butt dance they do was even better when Taemin did it. In his short, tight shorts that made his ass so inviting. I wish I hadn’t closed the glass door now. It was even hotter now than it was when I was cooking. It got even worst when he was right in front of me shaking his butt. I bit down hard on my bottom lip until I couldn’t take it anymore. I reached out and grabbed his ass with my hands. He quickly moved away and blew his whistle at me again, this time pulling a red card out of his sock.
“Naughty naughty,” he wags his finger at me again, “Now you’ll have to be punished.”
“Bring it on. It was worth it anyways,” it was only then did I notice the growing bulge in his shorts, “Why don’t you come here and let me help you with that Ref?”
“After I finish punishing you,” he comes over to me and leans down. I pull his whistle until his lips finally meet mine. My hands wrap around to grab his ass again and he let’s out a little squeak as I squeeze it. His hands are resting on my knees, slowly moving my legs apart. I feel him pulling away and I see a smirk on his face as he gets down on his knees.
“What are you doing?” his fingers are on the hem of the apron now, smirk still on his face.
“Punishing you,” he says as he lifts up the apron and disappears underneath it. I feel his mouth placing kisses all over my erection. Had I known this was the punishment for grabbing his ass, I would have done it a lot sooner.
“Minnie, stop teasing,” I breath out as my head falls back to rest on the couch. He doesn’t listen to me and now he’s slowly dragging his tongue up and down my shaft. And man does it feel good. He continues to tease me by placing kisses on my inner thigh and nipping at the flesh right beside my cock. I’m dying to feel his mouth around me now. I’m almost tempted to grab his head and guide it to where it needs to be, but I don’t. I let him do what he wants because it feels too damn good.
A full song plays before I finally feel him take me in his mouth. He takes just the tip though. Licking at the precum that’s gathered and pressing his tongue to the slit to get more out. I moan in pleasure and start to grip the couch. My body is burning up as he slowly takes me into his mouth and I revel in the warm, wet cavern that is his mouth. I don’t know what it was, but it’s never felt this good to be in his mouth before. I feel him hollow out his cheeks and suck on my hard. I gasp at the feel and grip the couch tighter.
“Oh so good Minnie,” I let out between bated breaths. I feel my breath catch in my throat as I feel myself slip into the back of his throat and he’s sucking hard again. I was on the verge of hyperventilating and doing whatever I could not to thrust into his mouth. He would surely chock if I did so. So I just griped the couch even tighter as he continued to pleasure me. I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding when I come into his mouth. He let’s me ride out my orgasm in his mouth as he sucks me dry.
I slowly open my eyes and see him climb out from under the apron. He wipes the cum off the side of his mouth with the back of his hand and grins at me.
“That was hot,” I tell him.
“Thanks,” he’s standing in front of me again, “But the show isn’t over yet. I had to stop in the middle of it to punish you.”
“Well then, by all means, please continue,” I motion for him to start again and he does once the next song starts up. It’s SNSD’s “Tell Me Your Wish.” Now if this song wasn’t just the tiniest bit suggestive as it was, he made it even more so as he began to use his body to talk to me. And just as I was wishing earlier, he began to strip which raised the temperature in the room by about 100 degrees every time and article of clothing was tossed at me. He was probably naked for about five seconds before I jumped off the couch and pounced on him. I felt him giggle as I crashed our lips together. His hands wrapped around me and untied the back of the apron before pulling it off of me and tossing it to the side.
“So excited so fast?” he teases me as he his starts to rub my half-hardened cock.
“Can you blame me?”
“No, I’m surprised it took you so long actually. Do you forgive me for this morning now?” he asks as I start to kiss his neck.
“Not yet.”
“What more do you want me to do?”
“Let me have my way with you,” I mumble into his neck before biting down on his collar bone. He let’s out a gasp that quickly turns into a moan as I begin to suck on it.
“O-o-okay,” he breathes out, hands making their way to the back of my neck to keep me in place. I gently move our bodies so that we’re laying on the floor. I continue to give his neck my undivided attention and listen to his moans mix with the music that was playing. I hiss when he starts to grind his hips into mine, causing our arousals to rub together.
“Now look who’s being impatient,” I say as I move away from his neck and start to kiss him. As our kiss more passionate and deep, his grinding gets uneven and somewhat frantic. I lean into his ear and swipe my tongue cross the shell of it and nibble on it before whispering, “Tell me what you want baby. Tell me what you want or I’ll stop.”
“Don’t… don’t… st-st-stop… Y-you ca-ca-ca-can’t st-st-st-stop,” he manages to get out of his mouth since I’ve now moved to his nipples and was currently suckling one of them. I knew how sensitive they got when we were in this state and I enjoyed seeing him stutter as pleasure pulsed through his body.
“Then tell me what you want baby,” I say around his nipple and he shudders at the feel of my warm breath on it as well as the vibration my mouth sent down to it as I talked.
“I… I… I… do-do-don’t… wa-wa-want y-y-ou… to… st-st-stop,” he says again.
“I know that baby,” I prop myself up above him my resting my hands on either side of his head, “Tell me what you want me to do to your body.”
“I want you to take me already,” he says after he finally catches his breath. I smirk at him and hold up three fingers in front of his mouth. His eyes never leave mine as he gathers them in his mouth and sucks on them. His tongue slowly sliding over each one of them, making sure they’re coated properly. He releases them after awhile and I bring them down to his hole.
“Just stick all of them in, I can’t wait for you to slowly prep me,” he orders me.
“You sure? It’s gonna hurt.”
“Just do it baby,” and I do what he says. I push all three fingers into him at once and he gasps.
“Want me to stop?” I ask, pain clearly written all over his face.
“No, just start moving them. I’ll get used it in a little bit.”
“You sure?”
“Yes!”
“Okay,” I start to thrust my fingers into him and watch his face. I angle my fingers in different directions trying to find his prostate because I know that will for sure make the pain go away once I find it. I’m not wrong when he moans out my name as I hit the bundle of nerves. All evidence of pain gone from his face, replaced by pleasure. I continue to ram my fingers into him, enjoying the view of him underneath me. Body glistening from the thin film of sweat that was coating his skin. He looked beautiful.
“Baby, I’m ready. You can get inside me,” he says between breathes.
“Okay,” I pull my fingers out and look around. I needed some kind of lube. I couldn’t see anything in our close proximity so I brought my hand down and spread whatever precum I had all over it, “This may hurt more than usual baby.”
“I don’t care. I need you. Please. Just get in me,” he tells me, eyes pleading as well.
“How can I say no to you?” I say to him as I begin to kiss him to distract him from my cock sliding into his hole. He twitches as I enter him, but pulls my head down to deepen the kiss. I’m sure it was hurting more than it normally did by the way his nails were digging into my shoulders. I stop sliding into him to give him some time to adjust to what was already inside of him before pushing in the rest of the way. He didn’t seem to like the idea because he wrapped his legs around my waist and thrusts his hips into mine. Sending me deep into him. I break away from the kiss to moan as he continued to thrust his hips into me. I didn’t move at all. I just stayed as I was, propped up a little and let him do his thing.
“Baby,” he says into my ear.
“Hm?”
“I wanna ride you.”
“Now?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay,” I quick shift our positions so that I’m now underneath him and he’s straddling my body. His ass rubs against my erection and I moan out his name. I feel him lean down and start to place kisses all over my chest as he continues to rub against me. He slowly works his way up to my neck and then over to one of my ears.
“I’m going to ride you so fucking hard, you’re going to be begging me for more,” he says into my ear. And I believe him. I open my eyes shift between my cock disappearing into him and his face. When I’m finally settled deep inside of him, I grab hold of his waist. He looks at me and wiggles a bit and I moan.
“Ready?”
“Uh huh,” and I feel his hands on my chest as he lifts himself off of me only to slam back down. He starts off with an agonizingly slow pace, but quickly picks it up. His thrusts down onto me get harder as well. I can feel myself go deeper into him with each thrust. I’m about to start thrusting up into him, but he stops me.
“No baby. I got this,” he leans down and places a quick kiss on my lips before going back to what he was doing. My mind is reeling at the pleasure that’s building up in me. I knew I was going to be able to last much longer.
“Tae… Taemin… Baby,” I breath out when I feel my cock hit his prostate.
“Yes?” softly staggers out of his mouth.
“I’m so close.”
“So am I, help me out,” he says to me and I grab hold of his neglected cock and begin to pump him. I try to match his thrusts, but it’s no use. They’re so uneven and scattered, that I can’t keep up with it. So I start my own rhythm and bring my other hand up to massage his balls, “So good. S-s-s-oooo gg-ggg-ooooddd.”
“Baby, I’m about to,” I say as my hands speed up.
“Wait for me. I’m getting there. A few more.”
“I can’t. I need to,” he slams down onto me rather roughly and that’s all it takes for me to shoot my seed deep into him. He comes not too long after me and my hand are back on his waist as he rocks his body back and forth, riding out his orgasm. I drink in the sight of him. Head thrown back, hair plaster to his face, mouth open in a silent moan, hands gripping my hips as he comes down from his high. He finally collapses on top of me. His come spreading over both of our bodies as we start to cuddle.
“Do you forgive me now?” he asks as he starts to circle my nipple with his finger.
“Yes, but I was never mad at you to begin with.”
“I know.”
“We’re going to have to take another shower before we go to sleep,” I tell him as I bring his body closer to me, if that was even possible.
“I know.”
I start to brush away the hair from his face and he brings his lips up to mine for a soft kiss. He buries his head into my neck and we lay there like that, waiting for enough energy to move again. I smile when I hear the Wonder Girl’s “Saying I Love You” fill the room and I look over to the glass door and see white flakes falling from the sky.
“Minnie,” I whisper into his ear and look down to see his eyes are closed.
“Hm?”
“Look outside.”
“Why?”
“Just look.”
“Okay,” I watch his eyes slowly open and glance out the window, “It’s snowing.”
“First snow of the year.”
I can feel his fingers drawing something on my chest over and over. It takes minute, but then I finally recognize that he’s drawing hangul characters on me. Saranghae Choi Minho
“I love you too Lee Taemin,” I say into his hair before placing a kiss in it.
*~*
We were barely half way through the video and it was already almost 9. I didn’t realize just how much work went into shooting a music video. All of this was work and time for a 4 minute video. I guess I wasn’t going to be able to see Yoogeun tonight. I was a little upset. I wanted to be able to put him to bed again tonight. Maybe even put him to bed with Jazzy this time. I pull out my phone as I collapse into my chair. We were taking a break while they figured out some problem with the lighting. I hit speed dial number 1. After about three rings, someone finally picks up.
“Hi Jonghyun,” she says and I flinch. I really hated that she wasn’t calling me Jjongie like she has been since we met. I wonder if she would feel the same if I started to call her HeRan instead of Jazzy.
“Hi Jazzy.”
“Are you coming?”
“No, I have to work.”
“That’s okay,” I hear a little sadness in her voice, “You’re a busy man plus there’s always tomorrow.”
“Yeah. I wish I could come though. I miss him like crazy already.”
“He tends to do that to people.”
“How was your day?” I could’ve just hung up but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to yet. I wanted to keep listening to her talk even though our conversation was getting awkward pretty fast. I still loved the sound of her voice and after not hearing it for a year, it was the sweetest sound to my ears. Well that and Yoogeun’s laughter.
“It was fine. Dropped Yoogeun off at daycare not too long after you dropped him off, went to class, picked him back up, and then came home. And yours?”
“Tiring.”
“Your dad still working you hard?”
“Actually, I’m not at the office.”
“Oh?”
“I’m shooting my first music video.”
“Congratulations.”
“Thanks. Maybe you and Yoogeun can come by the set tomorrow? I’ll probably be working late again and I really want to see him,” and you I silently add.
“We’ll see. I’m supposed to be at the studio tomorrow.”
“You’re still doing that?”
“Yeah, I’m making up for the time I took off while I was pregnant and my dancing was more like wobbling.”
“I see.”
“But if anything, I can see if Onew and Key oppa can bring Yoogeun to the set.”
“That would be nice,” I want to tell her that I it has to be her, but I don’t.
“I’ll talk to them after I put him to sleep.”
“I really wish I could be there.”
“I’m sure he wishes you were here too,” I want to ask her if she wants me there, but again I don’t. I feel like I’m back in high school again. I want to ask her all these questions, but I can’t because I don’t have the courage too. Or because the words get caught in my mouth, “I better get going, he’s starting to get cranky. It’s past his bedtime.”
“Oh okay. I hope I get to see him at tomorrow,” and you, “Just send me a text or something so that I know.”
“Okay. Have a nice night Jonghyun.”
“You too. Oh and Jazzy,” I say before she hangs up.
“Yeah?”
“Can you stop calling me Jonghyun?”
“But that is your name.”
“I know, but don’t call me that.”
“What did you want me to call you then.”
“Jjongie.”
“Oh, okay. Bye J-j-Jjongie,” I didn’t like how she stuttered when she said my name.
“Bye Jazzy. Give Yoogeun a kiss good-night for me.”
“I will.”
And she hangs up before I can say anymore. I bring my phone away from my ear and just stare at it. Was this what I wanted? Did I want to be back together with Jazzy after she betrayed me like that? My mind started to have a silent debate with itself about what I wanted when it came to Jazzy. She hurt me, a lot, but I still loved her. I still wanted to feel her in my arms and kiss her lips. But she hurt and betrayed me. Could things be the same between us after that?
“Hey,” a soft voice interrupts my thoughts and I look over to it’s owner. Sekyung sits down in the chair beside me and smiles. I couldn’t help the little jump my heart made at that smile.
“Hey.”
“You know, your acting skills aren’t as bad as you led me to believe.”
“I feel like they are compared to yours.”
“But that’s what I do for a living. I’m sure my singing is nothing compared to yours.”
“I’ll have to hear you sing to be the judge of that,” was I flirting with her?
“I don’t think you’d want to. I can’t carry a tune to save my life.”
“I think you’re just being hard on yourself.”
“Surprisingly I’m not.”
We sit there in silence and watch the people run around in front of us. I couldn’t help but notice the goosebumps that were forming on my skin whenever she was in close proximity to me. She was beautiful and very sweet. We were getting along amazingly. We’d have short little conversations about nothing in particular between takes. I felt so comfortable around her.
“So,” she finally breaks the silence, “Am I really your ideal type?”
I’m caught off guard by her question and can already feel the sweat starting to form on my forehead. And I know it wasn’t because of the lights, “Um.”
“You don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to.”
“I didn’t know you read any articles about me.”
“Well when I got news that we’d be working together. I did my research. And I have to say, from what I read, you’re pretty close to my ideal type too,” she looks at me and give me that smile again.
“Oh, okay,” I give her a shy smile in return and she giggles.
“You’re cute when you blush.”
And hearing her say that only made me blush even more. My phone goes off in my hand and I look down at it. It was a text from Jazzy. I open it up and see a picture of Yoogeun, sleeping peacefully in his crib, hugging a stuffed raptor to his chest. A pacifier in his mouth blocking the faint smile that played at his lips.
From: My Jazzy<3
To: Jjong
yoogeun says good night appa
I can’t help but smile down at the picture. I forgot that Sekyung was beside me until she spoke up.
“Who was that?” she asks me.
“No one,” I say to her.
“Really? Because you had this big smile on your face right after you looked at your phone. It’s still there too.”
“Is it?” I reach up to my mouth and sure enough I was smiling and didn’t even know it, “Hm.”
“Must have been from someone special to put that kind of smile on your face.”
“Mm,” I respond and take another peek at the picture on my phone.
It was a few more hours before we called it wrap for the night. It was late and none of us had properly eaten, so a group of us decided to go out for a late dinner. Sekyung was part of that group. I couldn’t help but feel a little happy that she was joining us. I really did enjoy her company. I had a good time at dinner. We all laughed and talked like we were old friends, not people who just today for work.
“Jonghyun-ssi,” Jinwoon says to me as we exit the restaurant.
“Yeah?”
“It’s getting late, why don’t you send Sekyung-ssi home? She shouldn’t be walking around this late at night by herself.”
“Oh, that’s okay Jinwoon-ssi,” she quickly interrupts, “I don’t live too far from here. I’ll be fine walking.”
“No, it’s okay Sekyung-ssi,” I tell her as I agree to walking her home without a second thought, “I’ll send you home.”
“You sure?” she asks me.
“Yeah, which way do you live?” I point to my left and right as I ask her.
“This way,” she points to the left.
“Okay. We’ll see you all tomorrow,” I say to everyone else as we all begin to exchange good byes, “Here, let me carry your bag.”
“That’s okay Jonghyun-ssi. I got it,” she says as she lifts it up, but I take it from her anyways.
“Now I got it,” I tease her and we begin to walk to her home. We quickly fall into a nice steady pace with one another and start to talk about music. We compare our tastes and they’re pretty similar, “Have you heard of a singer named Aziel?”
“No.”
“He does an amazing version of Stevie Wonder’s ‘Ribbon In the Sky.’ Here, I have it on my iPod, you can give it a listen,” I fish my iPod out of my jacket pocket and hand her the headphones. She only takes one of them.
“You listen too,” she says as she places it in her ear and I place the other in mine. I scroll through the songs until I find the song I’m looking for. I select it and the faint sound of a guitar fills one of my ears. We walk in silence as we listen to the song. Guilt starts to build in my stomach as we continue to walk. I can’t help but feel like I just betrayed Jazzy as well. I was listening to OUR song as I walked another girl home. Another girl who I couldn’t help but think that I was starting to develop feelings for. As my life wasn’t complicated enough.