Romance Symphony

Hoya-Forever Yours (Ch. 2)

You giggled.  You couldn’t help it.  You just had to giggle.  He looked like such a nerd.  You covered your mouth to stop the fit of giggles from escaping.  It shouldn’t be this funny but it was.  Hoya just looked so… so… out of it.  Or bored.  You weren’t sure.  But it was the way he was staring blankly at the camera with the most serious look on his face.  Since when doesn’t Hoya smile?  He looked much better smiling, you decided.

“Hoya, you look constipated.” You pointed at his 10th grade yearbook picture and blurted.

“Excuse me?  Who looks constipated in their yearbook photo?  At least I don’t look like a geek.”  Hoya shoved you away from his yearbook.  You laughed, you actually thought you looked pretty good in your yearbook photo.  Perhaps a bit too eager, but it was definitely part of the better half of the school photos.

“Hoya-oppa, you know you still didn’t sign my yearbook yet.”  You pointed to the blank page.

“I can sign yours whenever I want to!  I could even sneak into your room at night to sign it if I wanted,” He declared.

“Wow.  You’re such a creep.”  You shoved him away from you in mock-disgust.

“I’m just trying to say that’s how easy it is for me to sign it.  Don’t rush me, kay?  I’ll write something when I’m good and ready.”  Hoya looked away from you, hiding the fact he wasn’t actually sure what to write.  

You stretched your toes down towards the water, pouting when you couldn’t reach it.  Just last year, they had built a dock over the place you and Hoya typically sat.  Stubborn, Hoya didn’t want to move places.  This place was the two of yours, he had told you.  A public dock wasn’t going to change that.  And so the two of you were, sitting on top of a wooden dock in the middle of the night when no one else was there.  You were quite certain that each time you sat down, you got a new splinter in your butt.  You preferred the sand between your toes and oceans waves playfully lapping at your feet.  You snapped out of your thoughts when Hoya clicked off the flashlight, leaving the two of you in the darker glow of a not-yet-full moon.

“Yah, what’d you do that for?” You asked.

“Hm?  I don’t know, I was just thinking.”  Something was different.  Maybe it was how out of it Hoya sounded.  You thought back to the last few weeks, realizing he’s been like that for a while now.

“You?”  He interrupted your thoughts again.

“Hm? I don’t know, same thing.”  You replied, mimicking his answer.

“Well, what were you thinking about then?” He asked.  He turned his face towards you.  Half of it was covered in darkness, but the moonlight lit his face just right that you could see the glint in his eyes.

“You.”

“Oh?”  A smirk spread across his face and you wanted to face palm.  What an ego.  You punched his arm.

“About how you’ve been kinda weird lately,” you finished your original thought.

“Oh.”  This time his voice was flat, “have I really been weird lately?”  You thought about this for a moment, watching your feet dangle next to Hoya’s.  You hadn’t expected him to take your observation seriously.  So something was bothering him and you felt guilty you hadn’t noticed earlier.

“I guess you’ve been acting out of it lately.  Lost in thought.  Maybe not as happy?”  You suggested.  You looked over at Hoya, in search of an answer in his expression, if not words.  You saw him stare intently down at the water.

“My dad and I have been fighting.”  He said bluntly.  Before you could even question him further, he blurted, “I want to drop out of school.”

Silence.

Long deafening silence.

You knew Hoya had always gotten good grades.  He was pretty popular at school, not at the top, but had a lot of friends.  His family life, to your knowledge, had always been pleasant too.  As the middle child, not too much weight was put on him, but not too little either.  What was wrong?  You had always gone through school almost enjoying it.  Maybe not the tests or the work, but you had friends and even some of the teachers were cool.  You couldn’t think of a reason why anyone would hate it so much they’d want to leave.  The next thought to enter your head was in fear.  What would happen to Hoya’s future?  All the adults would tell you day and night how important school and education were for your future.  What about Hoya’s future?

“W-well what about switching schools?  They can’t all be that bad?”  You suggested.

“What?  No, I think you misunderstood.  I don’t hate our school.  I just…” he searched for the right word, “need something different.  That’s all.  I want to do something else.”

Silence.

“Are you… disappointed in me?” Something that sounded like sadness with a hint of anger resonated in his voice.

“What do you want to do?”  You thought back to the last 16 years of your existence and all the times you’ve been with Hoya.

“Dance?  Maybe perform?  I’m good at that right?  You’ve seen me dance before right?” Hoya nudged you.  The twinkle was back in his eyes as he looked at your hopefully.

“Y-yeah.  I mean, you never stop moving really.  To be honest, you never showed me a whole dance.  It’s always been a move here, a move there.”  You admitted.

The silence was suffocating.  Hoya looked across the ocean blankly.  Maybe you should have just said he was a good dancer.  But that would be lying, considering you’d never really seen a dance from him.

“Hoya—”

He grabbed your hand and pulled you up, “Come on.  We’re going.”

“Wha—”

“You’re gonna watch me dance.”  With that, he pulled you off the dock and onto the street.  You tried to keep up with his pace as he jogged ahead of you.  The night air was cool against your skin, yet you could see the beads of sweat beginning to form on the back of Hoya’s neck.  His veins stood out against his skin as he clutched at the two yearbooks, saving you from the load.  You were glad that your families were close enough to let the two of you wander off alone like this at night.  They trusted he would take care of you.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Hoya coming to a sudden stop.  You looked up ahead of you and saw the old abandoned gym next to school.  Its paint was fading, graffiti lined the sides, and at least one window was cracked.  Still, Hoya cracked open the door and ushered you inside.  He led you through the empty gymnasium and into a back hallway.  You followed, listening to the sound of your echoing footsteps.  The hall looked like a normal school hallway.  Classroom doors lined the sides.

“I don’t know why they abandoned this place.” Hoya muttered, “It’s got classrooms that I’m guessing were used for detention or health classes, yoga studios, and of course, dance studios.  Our new gym doesn’t have any of that.  What a stupid trade in.”

He finally stopped in front of a door and pushed it open.  Mirrors lined two sides of the room.  The rest of the walls were a fading black—almost grey.  A small metal stand stood in the corner.  The only polished-looking thing in the room was a small stereo placed on top of the metal stand.

“Sit there.”  He pointed to the middle of the largest mirrored wall.  You took the two yearbooks from him and sat down with your back against the mirror.  Hoya clicked on the stereo and stood facing you.  His fingers reached up and unzipped his hoodie.  He shrugged it off his shoulders and threw it into the corner.  He was only wearing a white tank under—since when had your neighbor gotten, well, attractive?  Your thoughts on his looks quickly disappeared as the music began and Hoya started to dance.  His arms, legs, body, all seemed to work perfectly in sync with each other.  As if living and breathing the music, Hoya’s motions reflected just what you heard.  At the perfect moments, he was fluid and graceful.  At the perfect moments, he was robotic and intense.  Each motion was filled with so much passion, you truly believed you were witnessing passion come to life.  This was what he was made to do.

When the music ended, Hoya stood silently in the same spot.  You watched as his chest heaved up and down.  Sweat clung to his body and his breath came out fast and even.  He didn’t say anything, he just stood there, waiting.

You repeated the last thing on your mind, “I-I understand why you want to dance—it’s just what you were made to do.”

With that, Hoya smiled, “So you”ll support me?”

“Even if you left school for no reason, I’d support you.”

“Liar.”

“I would’ve been disappointed.  But seeing you dance… I know you’ll go far.”  You looked up at him sincerely.

“Promise you’ll never let me quit or give up.”  Hoya said it with such intensity.

“What?”

“If I drop out of school and only pursue dance, i-it’ll be hard.  I know it will be.  Who knows how long it’ll take, how many hours of practice, how many auditions and teachers I have to go through before I make it big.  Promise me, when I seem like I want to give up, you won’t let me?”  He pleaded, now kneeling in front of you.

You reached out and grabbed his hands, “I promise.  Forever.”

Hoya-Forever Yours (Ch. 1)

“Do you ever stop moving?”

“No.”

Pause.

“Do you ever stop nagging?”

“No.”

You watched as Lee Howon, your neighbor, danced about by the beach side.  He used a long twig as a makeshift microphone, twisting his way around it, moving this way and that.  You turned your attention back to the water and threw another pebble in.

“When will your mom come back?  I’m hungry!”

“Hoya-sshi, be patient!”  You wiggled your five-year-old toes in the water as you threw in another pebble.  Hoya rolled his eyes.  He was stuck with you—his neighbor—once again.  It was stupid how his family always hung around with yours.  This time, his mom left him there alone thanks to his baby brother. Bored, he prodded you with his stick.

“Yah.  Stop calling me Hoya.  My name is Howon.”  He muttered, glaring at you.

“I don’t like Howon.  Hoya sounds much better.”  You declared, sticking out your chin proudly.  You actually started calling him Hoya when you were two, because you couldn’t pronounce Howon.  Hoya was much easier when missing most of your teeth.  Your little nickname for your neighbor stuck.  Now your family and even sometimes his, called him Hoya.

“Hoya!  Lunch is ready!”  You heard your mother call from the grass.

“It’s Howon!”  He mumbled quietly, before running towards the smell of food.

—-

“Happy birthday to you!  Happy birthday to you!  Happy birthday dear Hoya-sshi, Happy birthday to you!”  You clapped as Hoya blew out the candles.

“My wish was that you’d stop calling me Hoya.” He folded his arms across his twelve year old chest definitively.  

“You know, if you tell people your wish, then it won’t come true—Hoya-sshi.”  You made sure to stress your name for him as if to prove a point.

“Fine.  Then you don’t get any cake.”  With that, he whirled around and left.  You stood in the middle of his living room, surrounded by his family and yours, and yet you felt so alone.  Usually you could handle the teasing and fighting that occurred between the two of you.  But today you had worked hard helping your mom bake him that cake.  You really wanted to show him you thought of him as a friend.  You always felt dejected, and the fact it was his birthday made it worse.  Without realizing it, you began to cry.  Tears streamed down your face as you turned and ran out the door towards your home.

You sniffed and wiped away at the last tear as you heard your door creak open.  You expected to see your own mother there to comfort you, but instead, Hoya’s mother stood in the doorway.

“You know, I think secretly he likes the name you gave him.”  She said as she sat down next to you on your bed.  She wrapped her arms around your small body to comfort you.  You said nothing.

“He never corrects us about it at home, and now everyone, including little Hojun, calls him Hoya,” she added.

“Maybe thats why he hates me so much.  Everyone calls him a name he hates now.  It’s all my fault.” You sighed, for the first time feeling guilty.

“Go to beach, sweetie.  He’s there now and I just talked to him.  He’ll be nice, I promise.”  She gave your arm a few pats and pushed you to your feet.  You didn’t really want to.  You really didn’t.  But an adult just told you to go.  So you should, right?  You stared down at your feet and nodded, before taking off towards the shore.  You knew where Hoya would be.

“Howon-sshi?”  You asked timidly.  His back was to you, cake by his feet, throwing rocks into the water.  You made sure to call him by his given name.  Hoya flinched as Howon left your lips.  It just didn’t feel right coming from you, but he didn’t say anything.

“Um.  I’m really sorry.  I’ll start calling you Howon-sshi now.”  You looked down at you hands and fidgeted.  When you didn’t get a reply, you looked up to find Hoya waving you over towards him.  He patted the ground next to him.  Never in your eleven years had you been nervous around him, but for once you were.  You sat down next to him but looked down at your toes in the water.

“My mom told me I made you cry.”

You nodded.

“Sorry.”

You nodded again.

The two of you sat in silence.  The only sound was the ocean waves lapping at the shore.  You kept yourself busy by grabbing at the sand with your toes and watching it slip away back onto the beach.  Suddenly, out of nowhere, Hoya stretched and asked, “I’m older than you by almost a whole year right?” You nodded again, not sure what he was getting at.

“You should call me Hoya-oppa from now on okay?”

You looked at him in bewilderment.  The sun was beginning to set, red hues painting the sky.  The long rays of light hit the ground at the two of you sitting there, casting shadows this way and that.  Hoya’s face was looking away in the distance and you just couldn’t quite make out his expression.  Was he joking? This was a joke right?

“Huh?” Was all that you managed to babble out.

Hoya turned towards you, face suddenly serious, “I really didn’t mean to make you cry.  I guess we’ve been friends since we were little—

“—we’re still little,” you pointed out, interrupting him.

“Shh.  I’m talking.  Anyway, we’ve been friends since we were little and so I feel like calling me Hoya-sshi is too distant, right?  I’ll be your oppa and look out for you from now on okay?  Now that I’m twelve, I can protect you!”  He declared proudly, pointing to himself.

Again, a serious look passed over his face, “Also, if I’m going to protect you, then I shouldn’t be the one to make you cry… so I’m really sorry for that.  All this time I guess I secretly liked the name Hoya.”  He chuckled, “I actually flinch now when people call me Howon.” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly now that his speech was over and he had admitted to liking the nickname you had chosen for him.

When he finally turned to you, he saw that you were smiling—the biggest smile in the world, and that told him that he had said the right thing.

“Thanks Hoya-oppa!”  You shouted, before wrapping him in your arms in a tight hug.

“Ehh… let’s make it official by eating some cake instead.”  He shrugged you off of him, “Girls have cooties…” he muttered, ruffling your hair.

I got carried away with the Hoya Dear John Kiss Scenario

so it’s become like a life story or something where I start off with you guys meeting as little kids… but now it’s too long and the story will have maybe… 8-10 parts to it. LOL

Therefore I won’t be titling it Hoya-Dear John Kiss.  I’ma make it a chaptered scenario with a real title.  I dunno the title yet… suggestions? XP

Hope you’re all okay with it.  Here’s a sneak peak:

“Hoya-sshi, be patient!”  You wiggled your five-year-old toes in the water as you threw in another pebble.  Hoya rolled his eyes.  He was stuck with you—his neighbor—once again.  It was stupid how his family always hung around with yours.  This time, his mom left him there alone thanks to his baby brother. Bored, he prodded you with his stick.

When You Need to Buy Your Undergarments

Pervy-no smut.

Each are about 350 words

Sunggyu:You frantically flipped through your drawers in the apartment you and Sunggyu shared.  The laundry you had just folded was still on the bed, but everything else was thrown about the room.  Your fingers swiftly flipped through every item of clothing as your eyes scanned through the various colors and fabrics.

“Yah!  What are you doing?” Sunggyu ran into the room, face mask around his neck, fan gifts in his hands, and backpack still on his back.

“Oh, you’re home already… I was just thinking I needed to update my wardrobe.”  You muttered, turning your attention back to the drawer.

“What’s wrong with your wardrobe now?  You just went shopping last week with your friends.  Plus, I like what you wear!”  Sunggyu put the backpack down by the door and placed the gifts on the counter before going over and wrapping his arms around you.  

You turned your face and kissed him on the cheek before answering, “Thanks, but it’s not my outside clothes I have issues with…” You blushed, not sure where to go with it.  You felt slightly awkward suggesting you needed new underwear and bras.

“Lingerie?  The ones you have are fine!  I like them.  Really.”  Sunggyu stressed the last word as he pulled you away from the drawer.

“Stop it you perv.  I at least want a new bra okay?”  You pushed him away, trying to make it back to your open dresser.

“Girls are weird, no one sees what you wear on the inside anyway.”  Sunggyu mumbled to himself.  He eyed your cotton panties on the bed. Yep, they’re totally fine. He thought.

“Oh really?  Because I was thinking of getting a nice lace one…”  You shrugged teasingly.

“Lace? What? Did someone say shopping?  Let’s go shopping.”  Sunggyu immediately pulled you towards the door, grabbing his backpack along the way, “I get to pick okay?”

“…Perv.”

Dongwoo:  Dongwoo sat, bored and fidgety as he waited for you.  He had gotten home early from practice and found that you weren’t home.   He had lurked around the kitchen for a while, but when he was full.  He sat down on the couch, but then he got fidgety.  By the time you stepped into the apartment, Dongwoo was dancing around in the living room.

“Ah, where were you?” Dongwoo asked when he noticed that you had entered.

“I went shopping!”  You held up the bags excitedly.  Dongwoo pouted as he crossed his arms, “You should’ve taken me shopping with you.  I was so bored.”

“Aww I’m sorry,” You placed your bags on the floor and went over to give Dongwoo a hug, “You came home a lot earlier than expected.  I was actually going to surprise you.”

“Hm?  Surprise?  I like surprises… to an extent.”  Dongwoo laughed, thinking back to all the times he cried when he was surprised.

“Mhm, and it was going to be a good surprise too.”  You smiled seductively before you kissed him on the lips.

“What? What?  What surprise?” Dongwoo perked up at your suggestion, “I can still be surprised you know?”  You laughed and led him to the bags you had left by the door.

“Guess what I went shopping for?” You picked up two bags and dangled them in front of his face.  When he reached to grab it, you held them away.  Dongwoo pouted again and whined, “I want to know what the surprise is.”

“But then that’d ruin the surprise.  Stay here okay? I’ll be right back.” With that, you slipped away into the bathroom.  Dongwoo was tempted to bust the door open. He changed his mind; he hated surprises, he just wanted to know what it was already.  You opened the door to the bathroom with a small creak.  You peered out to find Dongwoo sitting on the couch, facing you.  Now that you had the new lingerie on, you were too shy to actually step out.

“I see you!  You have to come out now.”  he demanded, pointing at you.  You blushed and pushed the door open.  After a moment of silence, Dongwoo smiled and muttered, “You were right, this was a good surprise.”

Woohyun: You flipped through the catalog that was delivered in the mail that day.  You didn’t remember subscribing to a lingerie magazine…  but it was addressed to you.  After thinking about it for a minute, you decided, why not?  You needed a new bra anyway.  Maybe the magazine had a cute matching set you could get for yours and Woohyun’s anniversary.  With a pen, you marked the ones that looked appealing.  When you were about half way through, Woohyun walked in smiling, as usual.

“Whatcha lookin’ at?” Woohyun asked as he plopped himself down next to you.  He raised his arm and draped it around you.

“Eww did you shower before you got home?”  You scooted away on the couch, “You’re sweaty.”  You wrinkled up your nose and stuck your tongue out at him.

“I can shower in a second, what do you have there?” Woohyun tried to ask again, seeing lace panties.

“Nothing.  Don’t worry about it.  Go shower!”  You gave him a slight shove and your palm was covered in sweat. 

“I won’t shower until you tell me what you’re looking at!” With that, Woohyun tackled you for the catalog.  You squealed and threw the magazine across the room.  Instead of chasing after the magazine, Woohyun wrapped his arms around you, purposely rubbing his arms and legs on your body.

“Ugh!  You’re so gross.”  You laughed, trying to shove him off.

“Show me,” he whispered into your ear.

“It was just a lingerie catalog.  I thought maybe I’d order something,” you blushed but managed to shove Woohyun off of you.

As you walked across the room to the now crinkled magazine, you heard Woohyun’s voice say, “Hey, where are you going?  Now that you’re sweaty too, might as well shower with me…” 

Hoya: “Come on, lets go in here!”  You pointed to the lingerie store and tugged at Hoya’s hand. Hoya resisted and tugged you the other way.

“But, but, I don’t want to go in there.”  The pink. the sparkles, and the fluff scared him even more.

“I really need a new bra.  Come on!”  You tugged again, “There’s a sale for undies too!”

“This is so embarrassing, there aren’t any guys in there, why do I have to go?” Hoya tugged the opposite way again.  You stopped and pouted.  You gave him a puppy dog look and batted your eyelashes—he didn’t budge.

You sighed and muttered, “Well, I guess you don’t have to.” 

He moved a step away and eyed you suspiciously.  “You’re doing the girl thing aren’t you…” 

“What girl thing?” You asked, looking up at him innocently.

“You are doing the girl thing!” Hoya pointed at you accusingly but you just laughed.  “Well what I don’t get is you’re the one who always wants to perform your sexy dances and you wanna go dance at a 19+ club one day, yet you won’t go to a lingerie store with me?”

Unsure how to argue back, Hoya sighed, “Oh my god, okay okay let’s just go.” Hoya allowed himself to be tugged into the store with you.  You grinned and immediately went on the hunt for the perfect bra.

“I think I should get a nude colored bra.  That way I can wear it with anything.  What do you think?  But they’re so boring… and kinda ugly.  Maybe I should get a black bra.  They look good on me.  Ugh but then they’ll show through my light colored shirts.  What do you think?”  You turned to Hoya for his opinion but found he was poking at a purple lace colored bra.

“Oh so that’s what you’re into.”  You giggled.

“What? No… it’s not that… it’s just—” He tried to think of an excuse.

“Here, I’ll get two bras then, a purple one just for you.”  You winked at him and he grinned.

“I’d like that.”

Sungyeol: You opened the machine and immediately frowned.  That’s odd. You didn’t remember that underwear looking so pink before…  You grabbed another handful of clothes and inspected them.  What. Just. Happened. There were pink splotches everywhere.  Quickly, you shoved everything into a basket and walked out of the laundry room, carrying it with a frown upon your face.

“Yah, what’s wrong?” Sungyeol asked when he saw you.  He was sitting on the couch, flipping through TV channels and eating a bowl of cereal.

“Did you put your new hot-pink underwear into the wash?” You asked as you dug through the basket.  Sungyeol began to shake his head no, but before he even answered, you held up his newest fan gift between your fingers.

“Oops, did I do something wrong?” He laughed, not entirely sure what it meant to have mixed in his underwear.

“All of my underwear and bras have a pink tint to them now…” you mumbled.  You dumped the rest of the basket on the couch glaring at Sungyeol.  He just shrugged, chuckled, and continued to eat.  You sighed and picked out what could be salvaged from the sea of pink.

“Well, what’s wrong with pink?  No one will see what you wear under except you.”  Sungyeol picked up a purple-pink splotched bra. “And me,” he added, laughing.  You rolled your eyes and snatched it away from him.

“Aw, don’t be mad.  It ruined some of my underwear too but I don’t think it matters much?” He eyed this rest of his pink boxers in the basket.  You ignored him and pulled out your favorite bra that now had an ugly pink stain on it and pouted.

“Well you know you could always go shopping for new lingerie…”  He raised his eyebrows up and down suggestively.

“Oh my god, you’re such a perv,” you chucked your bra at him.

“Just trying to make you happy,” he stuck his tongue out and put your bra on top of his head.

Myungsoo:  A new mall just opened in town and for his day off, Myungsoo decided to take you there to shop.  You weren’t particularly looking for anything, you were just happy to spend time with him.  The two of you walked down the line of stores, hand in hand.

“Hey that looks cute.”  You turned to where Myungsoo was pointing and nearly spat out your lemonade.

“Did you just say lingerie was cute?!”  You couldn’t really believe your ears.  As Myungsoo shrugged, you shook your head laughing, “You’re so weird.”  But the two of you continued on, passing the store.  You noticed him glancing at the store again but didn’t think anything of it.  When the two of you walked past the store for the third time, you felt a tug on your hand—Myungsoo was pulling you towards it, again pointing at the mannequin.

“Yah, what’s the big idea?  Are you trying to tell me something about my taste in undergarments?” You yanked your hand away from him and pouted jokingly.  Almost immediately, a smile broke out on his face.

“No, not that.  I just think you’d look good in it.”  Myungsoo grinned, slightly embarrassed.

“But it has little flower designs on it and it’s so… white.  Yet…”  You tried to describe how the lingerie set looked.  It just seemed so—

“Into the innocent look, huh?” You asked, nudging him in the side.  Myungsoo blushed and shrugged. 

“Humor me, and try it on?”  He asked, quietly.  You punched him in the arm but finally decided to walk into the store.  When you turned around, Myungsoo was standing by the door, blushing a bright red.

“Not going to come in?”  You asked him, “Weren’t you the one who wanted to see me with it on?”  He nodded and shuffled in.  You smiled, found your size, and went into the changing room to leave him to fend for himself, waiting in the store surrounded by other women and lingerie.

Sungjong: Your phone rang and you jumped, stabbing yourself in the eye with your eyeliner.  You stumbled out of the bathroom and dug around in your purse for your phone—it was Sungjong.

“Hey, what are you doing today?” he asked the second you picked up, “We have the day off and the hyungs all made their own plans.”  You wanted to smack yourself.  He sounded so excited, but the one day Sungjong had nothing to do, you had made plans.

“Er… crap.  Actually I made plans with some friends today.  We were gonna go bra shopping!”  You laughed weakly.

“Bra shopping?!  Friends go bra shopping together?”  Sungjong asked.  You nodded before remembering you were on the phone and muttered a yes. “Well… can I come too?”

“NO!”  You blurted.  You stopped and cleared your throat, “Well I mean, it’s going to be me and a bunch of girls.  Of course I want you there but I don’t know about them…”

“Oh.”  You could hear the disappointment on the other end of the line.  You sighed.  The whole week, you had nothing to do; Songjong was busy, your friends were busy.  The day you finally made plans, they both wanted to do something, but your friends called first.

“Hmm… How about we have coffee together after?” You suggested, “Then maybe you can come over and I’ll show you what I got?”

“And you’ll try them on for me?” Sungjong immediately perked up.

You paused, not quite believing your Sungjongie had just said that.  “…Um, maybe.”  You laughed, “If you’re lucky.”

[Sungjong] When He Asks You Out On a Date

Holy crap, I had so much fun writing this XD  I hope you have just as much fun reading it ^^ this is definitely a light hearted, fun one :)

Sungjong splayed himself across the floor sighing deeply and staring at the lights on the ceiling.  His hyungs surrounded him, looking down.  Sungjong rolled onto his stomach and groaned, “Go away.”

“What do you think is wrong with him?” Sungyeol asked, elbowing Myungsoo in the gut.

“Pft, I don’t know.  He’s being a baby.”  Myungsoo crossed his arms and stepped back from Sungyeol before kicking him in the back of the leg.  The older members all surrounded Sungjong, amused at his mood.

“Is it because of the girl dance ban?  We’ll let you dance to one song and not tell the managers!” Woohyun piped in.

“Ya, stupid, he’s not even on a girl dance ban.  I bet it’s girl problems.”  Sunggyu suggested, “I mean look at the way he’s so lost in thought.”  He chuckled.

Sungjong glared up at the leader, “How would you know about girl problems?  You’ve had the experience?”

“Actually I have, I’m the oldest, remember?  Being grandpa actually means something in this situation.”  Sunggyu declared.  “BUT I was right.  It is girl problems.  It’s okay Sungjongie, we’ve got you covered.  We’re great at giving advice!”  The rest of the members nodded, more interested in Sungjong’s problem than actually helping.  Hoya pulled Sungjong up and made him sit in the middle of the circle made by the other members who were all sitting cross legged around him.

“You guys, this is so embarrassing.”  Sungjong covered his face.

“It’s okay!  Despite popular belief, I, Nam Woohyun, have had some relationship problems as well!” Woohyun stated, trying to relate.  The rest of the members chuckled and face palmed at his confession.

“Okay… well… there’s this girl.”  Sungjong began, but the room was suddenly filled with Ooo’s and Ahh’s.  Sungjong ignored them and continued, “I don’t think she likes me…  See the other day I was with her and I kept trying to drop hints that I liked her.  I even sang to her—”

“Well did you explicitly tell her that you liked her?”  Hoya interrupted.

“No but I swear she should’ve gotten it…”

“No no no no just ask her out on a date!”  Dongwoo said, giving Sungjong a shove, “We’ll help you plan it!  We got this.”  Dongwoo clasped his hands together excitedly.  The rest of the members agreed.

“Oh my god, this is perfect.  We have to make this like the movies.” Sungyeol jumped up and down.

“Sunggyu-hyung watches the most movies, he probably has some ideas.”  Myungsoo pointed at their leader.

“Eh?  Oh… I don’t watch girl shows!!  I watch manly stuff.  Like… like…”  Sunggyu defended, shooting a glare towards Myungsoo.  The chatter continued as the other members tried to make fun of each other and tried to think of ideas for Sungjong.

“Stop!  Stop stop stop!” Sungjong finally shouted, “Can’t you just tell me what to do?  I’ll do it.  It doesn’t have to be extravagant or anything.”  With that, the rest of the members smiled at each other and nodded.

—-

Sungjong stood awkwardly around the corner of your school.  He checked his watch.  Two more minutes.

“Okay, you should meet her at school on Friday.  After a long week of work and testing, seeing your face would make her the happiest girl in the world.” Woohyun’s voice rang in Sungjong’s head.

Sungjong checked his watch again.  One more minute.  The bell was going to ring in a minute.  God, he felt like such a creeper.  He was about to check his watch again, when the sound of school bells rang about around him.  He jumped.  This was it.  Sungjong stuck his head around the corner and scanned the crowd of uniforms for you.  He spotted you walking down the stairs with a small group of people around you.  To calm his nerves, he felt the petals of the flowers he had for you in his bag.  As you neared the corner, Sungjong took a deep breath and pretended to be strolling along by chance.

“Ya.  Ya Lee Sungjong, pay attention.  This is life or death here.  Don’t act nervous and don’t act creepy okay?  You’ve gotta say to yourself that you were just walking there by chance and NOT creeping up on her.  Seriously.  Most important thing DON’T BE CREEPY” Hoya’s words echoed through Sungjong.

“Sungjong?  Is that you?”  Sungjong heard your voice as he pretended not to see you.  He turned around and smiled.

“Ah!  I didn’t realize school got out already, what a coincidence!” Sungjong looked at his watch and back up.  He quickly introduced himself to your friends before asking, “Want me to walk you home?  I’m on a walk anyway.”  Your friends giggled behind you.  You blushed but nodded.

“I’ll see you guys next week!  Have a nice weekend!”  You waved to your friends.

“Tell us how it goes,” they winked and giggled before running off.  You were so embarrassed.  As the two of you walked down the street, Sungjong tried to make small talk.  You told him about your day, your classes, your friends.  He told you about promotions and some funny dorm stories.  You couldn’t help but smile around him.  Bumping into him after school definitely made your week.

“Okay Sungjongie.  There’s this thing you gotta do, where you test her before you actually ask her out okay?” Sunggyu’s voice floated around in Sungjong’s head, “You ask her a question that would reveal if she likes spending time with you or not.  If you get a positive answer, then there’s no way she’ll say no to you!  Ah our maknae’s growing up.”

“This is my house.”  You stopped next to your front gates and looked up at Sungjong.  So this was the awkward goodbye.  You were terrible at parting ways.

“It was really nice seeing you today!  Maybe I can stop by again next week?”  Sungjong suggested, his heart thudding loudly in his chest.  Could she hear it?

Your heart fluttered and you blushed, “Yeah, I think I’d like that.”

“THIS IS YOUR CHANCE THIS IS YOUR CHANCE.  YOU JUST GOTTA GO FOR IT.  DON’T BACK DOWN!!!” Sungyeol’s screams resonated through Sungjong’s skull.

“Er, actually I have a confession to make.”  Sungjong murmured awkwardly.  You looked up, nervous and fidgeting with your sleeves.  “I knew when your school ended and I waited there—”

“Remember. NOT CREEPY.  NOT. NO. ANTI-CREEPY. Smoooooth be smooth”  Hoya again.

“I mean,” Sungjong chuckled awkwardly, “I knew when your school ended and I was hoping maybe during my walk I’d see you.”  You weren’t sure how to react.  You stared back at him, your brain trying to piece together what he was saying.  Sungjong began to panic. Why wasn’t she saying anything?  She was just giving him this blank look?  What did that mean?!

“Ya ya ya!  Don’t freak out!” Ah, Dongwoo this time. “She’s probably just surprised.  You just gotta take everything back in control and like Hoya said, be smooth and tell her straight out you want to date her.  YOU CAN DO IT!  Pretend you’re giving her lemon candies!”

“Well, basically I was hoping I’d see you because I was wondering if maybe you’d like to go out with me sometime.  On a date?”  Sungjong took out the flower from inside his bag and offered it to you.  You blinked once.  twice.  three times.  Time seemed to go in slow motion, you couldn’t make your hands reach out any faster.  You saw your hand  slowly take the flower.  You felt yourself nod and smile happily.  Finally, you began to think again.  Your brain tried to connect the words.

“I-I’d, uh, I’d love to go on a date with you!”

[Myungsoo] When He Asks You Out On a Date

Woo!  Here it is: your super cute yet awkward experience getting asked out by Myungsoo ;)

p.s. I’m still fangirling so hard over Infinitize.

p.p.s. Can someone tell me how to reply to a reply… I have the missing-e add-on but i have NO idea how to reply to a reply T_T

“Today’s such a nice day isn’t it?” You asked, spinning around in a circle.  It was finally spring, nearing summer.  The weather was perfect.  Not too hot, not too cold, and you were wearing your new dress and sun hat.  Today seemed like the perfect day.  It was the opening week of the city’s new natural history museum, and you had gotten two tickets to the event.  You remembered Myungsoo mentioning that he had wanted to go, and so you invited him.  

So there the two of you were, walking along the park path leading to the brand new building.  Myungsoo was wearing sunglasses and a hoodie, trying to make sure no one noticed him.  The two of you looked like opposites, one bright and colorful, the other covered up and hidden. 

“Yeah, it is nice today…” Myungsoo said, looking up at the sky through the trees.

“Don’t worry, no one will notice you!  It’s not like there are that many people here… it’s a Monday.” You laughed grabbing his hand and tugging him along.

“I can’t believe you skipped school just to take me here.”  Myungsoo laughed, allowing himself to be dragged by you.  You smiled to yourself, skipping school to be with Myungsoo was definitely better than sitting in class and falling asleep to the sound of the professor’s voice droning on and on.  You ran up the steps of the museum and handed the two tickets to the security at the door.  When you and Myungsoo walked into the museum, the two of you immediately agreed to go to the dinosaur section.

“God, we are such nerds.” you laughed.

“I haven’t gone to a museum with dinosaurs since I was a kid…” Myungsoo looked around.  You could tell he was reminiscing over his past and smiled.

“So are you more the type of person to just look, or do you read all the information stands they have up?” You asked, stopping by a femur of a dinosaur that was as tall as you.

“Um. Both.  If I don’t know what it is, or just something I’m interested in, I guess.”  Myungsoo stopped next to you, glanced the bone, and began to walk away.

“You’re boring; let me show you what’s really interesting.”  He tugged at your arm and led you towards the T-Rex skull, “See, now that’s cool.”

“You… are such a guy.”  You rolled your eyes and giggled.  

The museum seemed to spiral upwards, floors and floors of exhibits.  The rest of the day sped by in a blink of an eye.  He watched you pretend to swim with the ancient sea creatures.  You watched him press his face up against the glass cases of preserved insects.  He made fun of you, as you drooled over the rocks and minerals collection that included jewelry and other shiny objects.  When it was lunch, the two of you bought lunch in the dining hall, but decided to eat in the museum courtyard.  Cherry blossoms and smooth green grass covered the lawn; a light layer of pink petals covered the ground beneath each tree.

“Ahh this looks so romantic!” You gushed, staring at the vast courtyard, “It doesn’t even look like a courtyard!  Oh look, there’s even a small pond.”  You ran over to the side of a pond and peered down at the koi fish.

“It’s looking at you, and it thinks you’re weird.” Myungsoo stated, amused by your enthusiasm.

“No it’s not.  It likes me, why else do you think it bobbed its head up, out of the water?  See look, you embarrassed him, now he’s swimming away.”

“You are so weird…” Myungsoo laughed as he sat down on the nearest bench.  The two of you sat there and quickly ate your lunch in order to make it to the next IMAX movie.  

The rest of the day consisted of two IMAX movies, the plants exhibit, and a new section dedicated to protecting the environment.  Before you knew it, the day was almost over.  The two of you stepped outside, and immediately you shivered.  This was the downside to the museum being in the middle of a park—the trek back to civilization when the weather sucked.

“Ah, it got so cold all of a sudden, what happened to the nice, hot weather in the morning?”  You pouted, holding yourself.

“It’s night time, silly.”  Myungsoo walked with his hands in his pockets, and glanced over at you.  His stare seemed to bore into you.   You looked and him and stared back into his eyes.  God he was so beautiful.  You couldn’t believe you had spent the whole day with him as if he weren’t a celebrity at all.

“I’m surprised you’re still keeping eye contact…” Myungsoo muttered, looking away.

“I guess you could say I got lost in your eyes.” You joked, in a cheesy voice, even winking at him.  In reality, you had been lost in your own thoughts.

“Weirdo…” Myungsoo muttered as he took off his hoodie and wrapped it around you.  You blushed and murmured a thank you.

“Aren’t you going to get cold too?”  You asked.  “Plus you’re more important than me, you can’t get sick for the upcoming promotions!”

“Yah.  Don’t say that.” Myungsoo glanced down at you.  You could tell he was starting to shiver.  After a moment of silence, he continued, “Your health is just as important.”

You smiled.  Without thinking, you wrapped your arms around Myungsoo, “Thanks for the awesome day today…”  You blushed, pulling away.  Before you could, however, he pulled you back into his arms.

“Ah… I was cold.  So.”  He looked away awkwardly.  You laughed quietly to yourself, but went along with it.  The two of you walked through the park in silence, his arm draped around you until the park exit.

“Er… I go this way.” Myungsoo pointed to the right.

“And I go that way.”  You pointed the other way.  You smiled warmly and began to take off his hoodie while thanking him.  Myungsoo stopped you and zipped it back up, his hands brushing over your own.  You blushed and opened your mouth to protest, but he stopped you.

“Uh… so thank you, so much, for today.”  Myungsoo fumbled with his words, “I don’t know why you thanked me earlier since you brought me here.”  He laughed scratching the back of his head.  “But it was really fun and…” he paused, “I think I really like you.”  

Your heart thumped in your chest.  It felt almost difficult to breathe.  What was happening?  The world spun around you, a haze of awkward shyness and ecstatic joy.  Myungsoo quickly continued, “Ah, I mean.  Maybe we can go out on a date sometime.  A real one.  I’ll buy you dinner?”  You couldn’t do anything but nod and stutter, “I- uh -yes.  Sure.  I’d l-love to.”  

The both of you exchanged a shy glance before Myungsoo smiled and murmured, “Here, I’ll walk you home,” draping his arm around you again.

(Rated)-[Sungyeol] When He’s Horny

I… probably should have posted this earlier.  Either way this was the last one from WAY BACK WHEN when I did the 100 followers survey LOL.  Next I’ll finish up Myungsoo and Sungjong’s dating scenarios ^.^

Sungyeol shuffled awkwardly into the kitchen where you were sitting at the table, eating a bowl of cereal and watching saturday morning cartoons.  You giggled and pointed to the screen, “I haven’t watched this show in YEARS.  I mean, I know it’s kinda stupid, but I forgot how funny it was.”  You giggled again and glanced up at Sungyeol who was standing awkwardly next to the table with a slight blush on his face.

“Is there something wrong?” You asked, still not fully paying attention to him, but watching your cartoon.

“Ah, uh no I’m good.” Sungyeol sat down across from you and took a deep breath, ‘I should’ve taken care of this on my own before coming out here…’  he thought, glancing down at his crotch.  You continued to obliviously watch the television as you slurped your cereal.  Sungyeol watched you hungrily and imagined all the different ways he could get you naked.

“Ya, did you see that?  Wasn’t it funny?” You asked, pointing to the TV, chuckling. 

“Let’s turn off the TV.” Sungyeol suggested. 

“You’re no fun!”  You pouted, ignoring him.  He watched you eat and sighed, how could someone eating cereal look so good?  As you leaned in for another bite, the spoon slipped and almost missed your mouth.  As you caught it in your mouth, a few drops of milk and cereal flakes escaped and dripped down your chin and onto your chest.  You reached for a napkin, but Sungyeol reached it before you.

“You’re switching off the TV.” You looked up in surprise at Sungyeol’s sudden change in tone.  He clicked off the TV and licked his lips.  “Come here and let me help you get that off.”  He crooked a finger and beckoned you closer.  You suddenly felt self-conscious under his stare and awkwardly shuffled over to Sungyeol’s side of the table.  He wasted no time in pulling off your t-shirt over your head.   He kept eye contact with you as he leaned in to lick off what you had dropped.

You covered your face in embarrassment, “Ah that’s gross.” Despite saying that, however, you felt your nipples tighten and bead up in the cool air.  Sungyeol chuckled as he stood up to kiss you on the lips.

“I needed you to help me with a little problem, but you weren’t helping at all by eating…” He pushed you back against the table and ground against you to prove his point.  You moaned, feeling his erection between your legs.

“So you’ll help?”  He asked, nipping at your ear.  You scoffed but still, you reached and rubbed him through his pants.  Sungyeol sucked in a breath and bucked his hips into your palm.  Not to leave you out, he slid his hand into your shorts and rubbed his fingers against your folds before plunging one in.  You arched forward and moaned. 

“Ugh, I love it when you’re hard and wearing sweats… I see everything.” You gasped as he inserted another finger.

“Don’t stare, it’s rude.” He tilted your chin up and kissed you on the lips to distract you.  You sighed into the kiss and reached your hand into his pants and grasped his member.  Unprepared, Sungyeol groaned and as his mouth opened, you slid your tongue in.  Sungyeol continually ground into your hand to the rhythm of your pumps.  He kept the pace of his fingers the same pace as your hands—when you went faster he did the same.  You couldn’t tease him without him teasing you back.

“I can’t wait anymore.” Sungyeol breathed as he separated from you.  You felt a suddenly emptiness but didn’t mind the wait as you watched him  jerk down his pants, rip off his shirt, and tug down your own shorts.

“Someone’s impatient.” You spread your legs for him as he crashed his lips back onto yours.

“Ready?” He whispered, rubbing the tip of his member against your entrance.  You whimpered and nodded your agreement.  He had gotten you so hot, you wanted it just as bad as he did.  Sungyeol leaned down to kiss you once again, as he thrusted into you.  You gasped and threw your head back, forcing Sungyeol’s lips to move to your neck.  Sungyeol moved his hips faster and faster.  You didn’t know what to do… where to hold… how to breathe.

“God, you feel so good.” Sungyeol softly murmured into the crook of your neck.

“Sungyeol-ah,” you gasped between moans.  The table shook under the movements, rattling each time he pistoned in and out of you. “T-the table.”

His soft tone suddenly changed.  ”Screw the table.  You shouldn’t be thinking about the god damn table right now.” Sungyeol hissed into your ear. “We’ll just get a new table.” He reached his hand down between the two of you and rubbed your clit in harsh circles.  You cried out, forgetting about the table.  You arched your back, hitting your head against the table.  Your mind raced as you flailed about, trying to steady yourself.  You could feel your body trembling, your muscles spasming; you couldn’t fight it anymore.  You tried to grip onto Sungyeol’s shoulders but only managed to scratch down his chest.  He growled and only rammed into you harder.  You screamed as your vision blurred and you exploded.  Putting both hands on the table, Sungyeol pumped in a few more times and grunted.  His rhythm hitched and his own hips spasmed before releasing into you.

He fell forward and supported himself on his elbows above you.  The only sound echoing in the room was the sound of panting.  You sucked in a deep breath and tried to clear your head.  Sungyeol looked up and smiled sheepishly, “Good morning.”

You laughed and reached up to wipe away the sweat drops that were forming on his face, “Good morning to you too, Mr. Morning Wood.”

[Myungsoo] When You’re Stressed Out and About to Cry

[Hoya] When He’s Jealous

Shinhun is a fictional character made for the purpose of Hoya’s jealousy XD

Hoya sat on the steps of the dorm waiting for you.  He called you over to hang out but was nervously fidgeting, a million thoughts racing through his head.  He rubbed his temples, trying to decide what to do.  Shinhun, one of your mutual friends admitted to liking you.  Thoughts and memories flashed through Hoya’s head as he remembered all the times Shinhun had offered to drive you home when Hoya had been busy with his schedules.  He looked down at the stone steps underneath his feet and sighed.  How could he have been so blind?  He had been so busy with preparing for the concerts and their Japanese Be Mine debut that he overlooked Shinhun slowly getting closer to you.  All those nice acts of “friendship” now seemed sinful.

You fumbled with your pocket, finally taking out your iPod and pausing the music.  You were a block away and you saw Hoya sitting on the steps of the dorms.

“Hoya!”  You called and waved happily.  He glanced over, smiled, and waved back.  You sat down next to him and saw that he still looked lost in thought.

“Is everything okay?” You asked, lightly touching his arm.  Hoya looked at you, opened his mouth, closed it, smiled, and nodded a little.

“Don’t worry about it.”  He scratched his head trying to laugh it off, “So where do you want to go?  Dinner?”

“Oh dinner sounds nice!  You haven’t taken me out in a while.”  You tried thinking back to when he and you had gone out to eat together: just the two of you.  

Hoya clenched his jaws together and bit his lip.  Had he been so busy with everything that he didn’t even remember the last time you two had eaten together?  Oh that’s right—last time he had fallen asleep after practice and missed dinner… and Shinhun had driven you home.

“Are you sure you’re okay?  You’re… really out of it today.” You looked at Hoya across from the table with a worried expression on your face.

“Am I a bad person?” Hoya asked, as he reached across the table and grasped your hands.

“What?” You blinked a couple of times, not sure where this conversation was leading.  Hoya had been acting strange all day and you were feeling the awkward tension in the air.

He paused and thought about it before rephrasing the question, “Have I been neglecting you recently?”

You smiled at him, “I’m a big girl, you don’t need to dote on me all the time.”  Your smile faded as the expression on Hoya’s face didn’t lighten.

“No, but… I just feel like I haven’t been there for you.” Hoya muttered, not sure how to convey how he felt.

You looked at him for a moment, seeing the pain and anger in his eyes.  You smoothed your thumbs over his fingers and said quietly, “I know you’re busy.  You’ve been preparing for the encore concert, the Be Mine Japanese debut, your May comeback…. everything.  You even skipped your birthday celebrations for that concert.  I know all those things, so I do my best to support you.  I know that when you have down time, you always call and ask to hang out.  That’s enough for me.  Really.”

Hoya smiled a little at your words, but worry still etched its way across his face.  “Next time you’re stranded anywhere, call me okay?”

“But Shinhun could always take me home!  I wouldn’t want to bother you if you’re sleeping or practicing.” You reassured him… or so you thought.  Darkness flashed through Hoya’s face once again as his smile disappeared.  Why would he be upset?  Shinhun had always been so nice, he was one of your best friends, he was who you called whenever Hoya was busy and you needed a ride—oh. OH. Oh… You understood.

“Hoya, are you jealous?” You asked, almost amused.  He grumbled and looked down at his lap.

You smiled and gave his hand a squeeze, “Don’t worry about it.  He’s just a good friend.  You know that no matter what I’ll be there for you.  And I know that you’re not just a regular guy but also a celebrity—an idol.  I think we both understood all the implications that came with our relationship since the very beginning.  Don’t be jealous of Shinhun because you guys are friends too, right?”

“But that’s exactly the problem!” Hoya blurted.  He lowered his voice a bit and finally admitted to you what he knew.  “You know he likes you?  He told me himself.  He confronted me about it today, actually.  He told me he liked you and that I should break up with you because I’m just torturing you by staying in this relationship.  He said I should leave you so you could be happy.  I really really considered it but I don’t think I can let you go.  Is that selfish of me?  Am I being too selfish here?”  You opened your mouth, but nothing came out.  You had no idea this was bottled up inside Hoya.  You didn’t know what to think, but Hoya continued on his rant before you could think of what to say to him.  “Please tell me you feel the same way… tell me that you don’t want to leave me so I won’t feel so guilty for being so selfish and keeping you for myself.  I really do want you to be happy.  So I’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy.”

You tried to sort through the millions of thoughts racing through your head at that moment.  Shinhun… how did you not see it before?  You were lost.  You loved Hoya, you did.  He was the world to you but Shinhun was your best friend and you didn’t know how to act anymore.  The waiter brought out dinner and the two of you ate in silence as you thought.  You glanced up at Hoya every once in a while and each time he was looking down at his food.

“Eat… let’s talk after dinner.” You quietly suggested, “We can take a walk.”  

After dinner the two of you strolled along the river.  You weaved your fingers through his and gave him a small squeeze.  ”You’re the one that makes me happy.  I want to be with you.”  You whispered.  ”I’ve never thought otherwise, so I’ll continue to be with you no matter what.  I don’t know what to do with Shinhun yet.  He is one of my best friends and I don’t want to stop being friends with him.  At the same time, I don’t want to hurt him, so I’m going to tell him how I feel.  But Hoya, please don’t be jealous and don’t change your schedule around for me.  I want you to work hard and trust that I’ll be there for you, okay? “

(Rated) Sexy Time with [Woohyun]

Hi~ Sorry this took so long… I always feel so awkward writing rated scenarios haha and I’m paranoid my mom’s gonna pop up behind me and be like “the fuck are you doing?”

Anyway… enjoy! ^^

“Boo.” You hopped onto the couch, landing in the soft cushions right by Woohyun.  He immediately wrapped his arms around you.

“You’re not scary.” He teased, giving you a small shove.  You laughed and snuggled into him.  The two of you stayed like that for a while as you watched the TV.  However, the whole time Woohyun kept awkwardly shifting positions, never getting quite comfortable.  Finally, during the commercial break, you turned to him.

“Is something wrong?  You’re all tense and keep shifting around…” You asked, glancing up at him worriedly.

“I guess just a little stressed out.” Woohyun shrugged, holding onto you tighter, “Don’t worry about it.”  You let him hold you for a bit before you smiled and suggested, “How about a massage?”  Woohyun gladly agreed and sat down on the carpeted ground, leaning back between your legs.  You placed your hands on his shoulders and squeezed.  You pressed your thumbs into his back and rubbed in slow circles.  You worked your way up and began doing the same to his neck.  Woohyun let his head fall back a bit and a soft moan escaped from his mouth.  You couldn’t help but be turned on by just his voice.  After giving his neck a massage you moved once again to his shoulders and back.  You rolled his shoulders back and pressed into his skin and muscle.

“Ah, that feels really good.” Woohyun murmured, another groan escaping from his lips.

“Hmm, you really were tense.” You leaned in closer to his face and gave him a soft peck on the cheek.  You couldn’t seem to help yourself as you pushed Woohyun forward a little bit and sat down behind him on the ground.  He leaned back against you and you pushed him forward, “I can’t give you a massage if you lean on me.” You giggled.

He did as you told him, and instead of returning to his shoulders, you snaked your hands up, under his shirt, and up his back.  You felt his muscles ripple under your fingertips as he gasped at the coldness of your hands.

“Woohyun-ah… I think I have another way of relieving your tension…” You whispered softly as you pressed your chest against his back.

“I think…” Woohyun paused as you nipped at his ear, “I think, that’s a great idea.”  With that, he turned around and captured your lips with his.  You arched towards him, pressing your yourself against him.  He grunted as he  pushed you down onto the floor.  Your hands found their way back under his shirt.  You softly ran your fingers up and down his back, clawing at his shoulder blades, massaging them.  His lips finally left yours as he pulled your t-shirt over your head.

“Not wearing a bra?” He smirked.

You felt yourself getting self conscious, “I was home… no one except you would see me.”

“Good, let’s keep it that way.  You’re mine.” He kissed you hard on the lips before making his way down towards your breasts.  You moaned when he finally reached your nipple, teasing and rolling his tongue around it.  You pressed your hips up, and felt his growing erection.  You wanted both yours and his jeans off.  Your mind wandered away from the thought of pants the second he flicked at your nipple with his tongue.  You gasped out loud and weaved your fingers through his hair.

“That’s not fair, if I’m shirtless, you should be too.”  You breathed out.  Woohyun complied without a second thought and nearly ripped off his shirt.

“Hmm I think the tenseness has moved from my shoulders to my crotch…” he looked down between both your bodies, feeling the friction between your pants.

“I can fix that…” You scraped your nails slowly down his chest, onto his stomach, and to the edge of his pants.  After a second of fumbling with his belt and zipper, you slid down his pants.  He helped and kicked it off, before moving onto your pants.  When the both of you were naked, you pulled him close and kissed him, mouth opening, allowing his tongue to explore.  As one hand was tangled in his hair, your other hand traveled downward again, this time wrapping your fingers around his length.  Woohyun sucked in a breath and jerked his hips forward to meet your touch.  You spread the drop at his tip down, lubricating the rest of his member.  He moaned as you set on a steady space, pumping your hands up and down.  Not wanting to leave you untouched, he supported his weight on one hand and slid the other down towards your core.  He paused and lingered just above where you wanted him to touch you.  You glared and gave a particularly hard jerk.  Woohyun grunted and jerked into your grip once again.  When his fingers finally touched you, you let out a soft moan.  He traced your folds up and down before sliding a finger in.  You arched up.

“M-more.” You breathed out.  Woohyun chuckled and added another finger, matching his pace with yours on his member.  You could tell he was having a hard time holding back now.  He looked close to the edge, his fingers losing their rhythm.  You stopped, pushing him back.  He nearly whimpered at the loss of contact.

“Sit.” You ordered, pointing to the couch.  He quickly complied and sat down, legs spread, waiting for you.  You smirked and placed your hands on his thighs.  You crawled forward and pressed your lips against his, sliding your tongue into his mouth.

“D-don’t tease.” Woohyun grunted.  Without warning, his hands cupped your ass and two fingers rammed as far as they could go into your core.  You cried out, hips buckling.

Woohyun gave you an almost innocent smile and whispered, “Wouldn’t you rather have that be my cock?”  You chuckled between your gasps, but nodded.  Straddling him, you lowered yourself down on him and bit your lips.  Every time, he felt perfect.  You moaned as you began grinding yourself on him.  Woohyun slumped down and took a nipple into his mouth.  You gasped and increased your pace.  Grunts and moans filled the room as you rocked your hips back and forth.  When his mouth finally released your breast, you changed from grinding into up and down movements.  The feeling of his member pulling out and going back in drove you crazy.  This time, Woohyun made sure to match your pace as he thrusted up into you each time you were coming down.  You felt dizzy and light headed.

“Ah— W-woohyun.”  You gasped out as he hit just the right spot.  Woohyun was breathing heavily but he still smirked through his gasps and hit you in the spot again.

“There?” He asked.  You bit your lip and nodded, still bouncing up and down on his lap.  He rammed his hips upward into you, on that exact spot again and you screamed.  Your eyes rolled back as you clutched onto him tightly, your orgasm ripping through you.  Woohyun completely lost his rhythm as he pumped up into you a few more times before grunting and releasing into you. 

You sighed happily as you relaxed into his arms, giving his lips a soft kiss.  You slid off of him and he pulled you in close.  You smiled up at him, “Feel better?”

“Mhm, very” Woohyun murmured as he kissed your temple.