Warning: Un-betad; read at your own risk. Also, I tried to keep it tame considering the tv show was very conservative, but don't expect pecks and hand holding in this fic. If you think you might be offended, don't read.
Better Late than Never
Eung Sang took in the crisp autumn air as she made her way back from her mother's place of work through the familiar streets. Good memories assaulted her at every corner; Kim Tan had kissed her on the sidewalk just over there, her mom's happy face as she made her way to work, and of course, the convenience store which had been not only a source of substance on busy days but also Choi Young Do's old hunting grounds.
Maybe it was thinking about him that made her stop short at the sight of a menacing black motorcycle parked at the storefront. It was nothing like the one Choi Young Do used to have. Something about it though reminded her of him. It was curiosity that had her feet change direction from the house her mother worked at to the store. Or maybe it had been instinct, because standing by the counter, his back to her was the unmistakable form of Choi Young Do.
She hadn't seen him in years; they didn't exactly run in the same circles, plus nowadays he was often busy or out of the country running his business. Not to mention they hadn't really spoken since before their school days. Still, seeing him brought a smile to her face, warmth slowly spreading through her heart.
"Choi Young Do."
He turned at her voice, noodle bowl in hand, halfway into slurping the noodles into his mouth. His eyebrows rose high into his forehead at the sight of her. He should have looked silly, with the noodles and everything, but he looked as terrifying as always. His gaze had always unnerved her, and the effect it had on her had only tripled with the passage of time.
He finished his noodles slowly, taking his time to run his eyes from her tennis shoes to the top of her head. She had expected to feel happy to see him, maybe a little wistful, perhaps even nostalgic. She hadn't expected the wallop of whirling emotions warring inside of her; attraction, nerves and embarrassment.
"Cha Eun Sang," he said, smirking in that way of his, his voice holding the same tinge of sarcasm she remembered. Just as his motorcycle had gone from being a pretty toy for a rich boy to a serious machine, his face had lost the sullen look of a rebellious youth and transformed into something much more intimidating. She felt her heart race in her chest, the heady rush of adrenaline that spurned a smile to blossom on her face.
He looked at her askance, and then promptly turned her back on her again. Her smile didn't falter, she just rolled her eyes and walked over to him. She rested her elbows on the counter, looking at him questioningly. He raised those damnable eyebrows of his again, and her stomach gave a delicious flip flop.
"You're still playing this game?"
"What game are you referring to?"
Eun Sang sighed, "The not talking to me game."
"I'm talking to you now," he said with obvious displeasure.
Eun Sang pouted. "You still have no manners. Is that the way to treat an old friend?"
"You and I were never friends, Cha Eun Sang. What do you want?"
She huffed annoyingly, "I only wanted to say hi. I haven't seen you since graduation."
He pushed his more than half full bowl away, turned fully to face her. "Have you always been this annoying or is it a recent development."
"You're obviously still a bully."
He shrugged his shoulders then leaned forward and bent down until they were nose to nose. Eun Sang didn't step back nervously; instead she smiled at his obvious ploy to frighten her. "You don't scare me."
He gave a small laugh. "Is that a challenge, Cha Eun Sang?"
"Do your worse."
Her invitation drew him up short, she could tell, but it also intrigued him. She wasn't the same bashful girl he had known, but Eun Sang was surprised at her own forwardness. She hadn't expected to cross paths with him again, but since she conveniently had, she wasn't at all ready to let him escape just yet.
He was the one that backed away from her, an undecipherable expression on his face. Choi Young Do pursed his lips and frowned at her, then he took grabbed his bottle of water, taking a long swallow that made his Adam's apple bob. It was the sexiest thing she'd ever seen. The thought prompted heat to rush to her face.
"You remind me of horror movies." She told him when his gaze fleeted back to her and her telling blush, trying to distract him from her reddened face.
"What?"
"Yeah, those movies that make you feel the danger in the air; keep you at the edge of your seat until the evil finally makes itself known, usually in very imaginative and creative ways. Except with you, nothing really bad happened. It's what we called in the industry anti-climatic."
"Would you have preferred to be taken back to my lair so I could chop you into tiny little pieces?"
"Metaphorically speaking."
His mouth opened in disbelief but only a small scoff came out. She giggled at him, enjoying seeing him at a loss for words. He pulled himself together to glare at her. "Where is my Cha Eun Sang, I think she's been body snatched by a shameless flirt."
She made a face at him. "She might have gone to the same place my Dark Knight ran away to."
"I was never a knight," he spat with distaste. "You, however, were the sweetest girl I've ever known." His voice softened while he reached for her chin with his hand, staring at her as if trying to decide if that girl was still inside her somewhere. Eun San let him look his fill, hoping he would see not only the girl he had tried so hard to win but also the interest in her eyes.
The moment was interrupted by softly snapping fingers. Eun Sang turned instantly, finding her mother standing sheepishly before her, a plastic bag hung from her arm.
You forgot the food I prepared for you, her mother signed.
Young Do bowed and greeted her mother politely, maybe even warmly. Her mother smiled broadly back.
He is a former classmate, Eun Sang explained. Thank you for bringing me the food but you didn't need to come all this way, mom. Eung Sang went to retrieve her food.
You didn't answer your phone. I remember him. He is a good boy.
I'll walk you back.
Her mom shook her head vehemently shooing her way. Stay with your friend. Her mom waved goodbye to Young Do and scurried out the store quickly, leaving Eun Sang starting after her with a fond smile.
"Ahh, there she is," she heard him say softly.
She turned to face him expecting to see a mocking smile on his face. He was looking at her with an intensity that made her breath catch. "Get out of here, Cha Eun Sang."
"No."
He scoffed at her, picked up his helmet and walked out the door. Eun Sang followed behind him. "Young Do, wait."
"What is it that you want?" He asked, climbing on his bike.
"I- I don't want to let you go just yet. If you leave, we might not see each other again for years." She made her best pouty expression.
He muttered under his breath, rubbed his face tiredly but handed her his second helmet. Eun Sang smiled and climbed behind him. She remembered the advice he had given years before, placing her hands in the pocket of his coat, her mother's packed dinner hanging awkward from her forearm.
The theme song from Halloween played in the back of her head as they traveled the streets of Seoul. Her heart was certainly beating hard enough, and there was a heady feeling in the air filled with expectation. She held on tightly to him, smiling like loon.
Eun Sang bit her lip nervously in the elevator, watching her reflection do the same, trying not to stare too much at his foreboding form. He hadn't said anything at all since they had stopped at his hotel, hadn't encourage her to follow him, or made any move to touch her. It was as if he expected her to tuck tail and run.
But she wasn't a little girl anymore, scared off by his blunt manner and off putting stares. She wasn't going anywhere, not when realized this was a second chance at something she hadn't properly appreciated before. She took a deep breath, and luxuriated in the feeling of being with him, of being nervous, and scared, and intimidated and so damn drawn to him that it made her feel stupid.
The doors slid opened to his penthouse but he didn't move. Maybe he still didn't expect her to go into his hotel room. She laughed and skipped out of the elevator. Her mother's food was placed in the first available surface she encountered. Before she could take a good look at his room he swung her around, pushed her up against the wall. He looked angry and it spurned her further. She rose on her tip toes to kiss his stern lips. "Young Do," she started, "I've been thinking about doing that for such a long time."
He grabbed the back of her neck, pulled her forward to kiss her. The kiss was gentle with only the smallest hint of desperation that told her he must have wanted her lips longer than she'd wanted his. Their bodies were flushed against each other, and she could almost swear she felt sparks from they touched.
He moved from her lips to her neck, kissing her skin softly, reverently. Eun Sang buried his fingers into his thick hair, loving the feel of his mouth, of his hands holding her tight. Impeded by the modest cut of her shirt, he came back to her eager lips, driving her absolutely crazy with his slow drugging kisses. He rested his forehead against hers.
"Eun Sang, why are you here?"
"Because I realized too late that I liked you."
A sardonic brow rose. "You're making it up to me, then?"
"I'm making it up to me."
For the first time that night, he seemed to relax, giving her a true, almost boyish, smile before kissing her again. He went back to her lips, kissing her just as gently as before but with a tinge desperation. She kissed him back with a bit more lustily making her need for him more obvious, trying to tell him without words that she'd fantasized about him, his kiss, his touch, for far longer that was healthy.
"It didn't take longer a few minutes for you to have me wrapped around your little finger," he whispered against her mouth. "Didn't take much longer to make me want you just as much, if not more than before."
He bunched his fists into her shirt and pulled up divesting her top in one smooth tug. Eun Sang stood there, while he stared at her, his expression hard. She wished she had on a prettier, sexier bra. The longer he stared the more she felt herself heat. He smirked at her, probably at her obvious blush, and unhooked her bra in a smooth move that spoke of vast experience in bra removal.
He let the offending article of clothing fall to the ground, again gazing at her with such an intensity that made her shiver. He cupped one her breasts, ran his thumbs over the peaks. She hadn't intended to go this far this fast, but now that it had there was no way in hell she was stopping him. "Young Do," she said, wanting him to do something, anything.
His name snapped his gaze up from his formerly stupor. He licked his lips, his eyes filled with lust, desperation and undecipherable emotions. Young Do smiled at her again, a wicked smile that in his younger years promised mischief. This time she wasn't going to pass up the opportunity, she smiled back.
He laughed, bent down to wrap his arms just under her butt and heaved her over his shoulders. "Young Do!" She protested, but she was giggling like mad.
Eun Sang was dumped unceremoniously onto his large bed. He grabbed her foot, unlaced one shoe, pulled it off, then the other. Amusement flittered over his features at her colorful socks, but he shook them off as well. Next he reached for the button of her jeans, lowered the zipper slowly, and slid them off her, panties and all.
Eun Sang rose to her knees, placed his hands beneath his coat, help him shrug it of. The buttons on his shirt were undone one by one, each inch of skin revealed tightening her need a bit more. Once the shirt was on the floor, she reached for the buckle of his belt with trembling hands. His Adam's apple bobbed again, and it was all the courage she needed to unbuckle it, slide it out and drop it to the floor. The rest came easy, the drag of the zipper, the quick shuffle to step out his jeans.
He came to her before she had looked her fill, though not before she taken a good look. She did get a nice glimpse of tapered shoulders and strong arms and flat defined abdomen. Her imagination had been spot on. He was gentle though, and in all her fantasies that had never been the case. She had imagined him rougher and more demanding.
There was no complains, not when he was kissing her oh so sweetly. Not when he took his time making sure every inch of her body was touched by his lips and tongue. Not when he made her feel like the most precious being in the world. Not when he lapped languorously between her thighs, holding her hips steady with his large hands as her back arched off the bed. He build her up slowly, tenderly, only to stop when she was right on the edge.
"Cruel," she panted.
He didn't deny it, just half-smirked as he reached for a nightstand, shuffling the contents inside for a condom. His hands were shaking as he rolled the condom on, belying his urgency. It made her smile, made her feel powerful and strong. She'd done this to him, made Choi Young Do's hands shake.
He looked straight at her when he entered her, inch by slow inch, his eyes dark and intense as always. He made love to her the same way he had kissed her, gently, thoroughly, and soul wrenching. She came in a slow wave that started in her heart and splashed deliciously from her toes to the tip of her hair. It wrecked her completely.
In the afterglow they laid side by side, she was still throbbing and Young Do looked as wrecked as she felt. She had mussed her hair and now it hung over his forehead in endearing spikes. She smiled at the picture he made, but missed those amazing eyebrows so she brushed the hair back, smiling as those eyebrows rose in question.
"What happened with Kim Tan?"
It was bound to come up; she just hadn't thought it would be while she was still naked and tingling. "We grew apart," she started. "The romance wore off once we were no longer star crossed lovers."
"Who broke it off?"
"Does it matter?" She didn't want talk about Tan anymore, not when she had Young Do naked.
"It does."
She sighed. "I did. I was busy working, with school, with mom. Something had to give. Tan wasn't happy but that's just his stubbornness. You know what they say, first loves never end well."
"Yes, I would know."
"I liked you too." She said, sliding over to roll onto him, letting her breasts press into his hard chest.
"But you liked him more," he stated, running his hand from her shoulder blades to the dip on her back.
"Yes and no. At first you terrified me, and you were a jerk, and later, later you still terrified me, " she laughed, burying her face into his neck. "You made me nervous, made me feel awkward and silly. It was easier to like Tan."
"There was also a part of me that felt your infatuation had more to do with Kim Tan's interest in me than anything else. I thought myself too boring to have ever caught your eye otherwise."
He flipped them over, and the look he gave her made her shiver. "I saw you for the first time when you were working for that chicken place, you had been wearing that ugly yellow and red uniform. You breezed by me without noticing my interested gawk." His sweet confession was spoiled by the rumbling of her stomach. "Yet another thing I've always liked about you; your healthy appetite. Stay here."
They dined on her mother's food right on his ridiculous large the bed, the colorful plastic containers scattered over the covers. They shared dishes and a pair of chopsticks that he managed to scrounge up from a forgotten cupboard.
"I saw your movie," he said between mouthfuls.
"Not my movie," she said. "I was only part of the writing team. I'm working on my own project though, with Hyo Shin."
"Let me guess. Horror?"
"I have a thing for the horror genre."
"I've noticed," he said, his eyebrows wagging suggestively.
Eun Sang laughed and stole the chopsticks away from him. They ended up eating every item her mother had packed, down to the last grain of rice. In a stupor caused by eating good food and having great sex, they were lulled to sleep.
Eun Sang woke up who knows when later. She turned to her side, watching Young Do sleep. She was giddy for a few minutes until she realized she was in quite a predicament. What was the proper etiquette for situations such as this? Should she stay the night or leave now? Should she wake him to take her home or leave by herself? She felt a bit unsure, somewhat awkward now when she hadn't before. The whole night had been amazing, and she didn't regret a thing, however, she hadn't the slightest clue how to proceed. She wanted to stay of course, but wasn't too sure about Young Do's reaction to that. He wasn't that lovesick boy anymore.
She made a move to get out bed, trying to gather her thoughts somewhere other than by his tempting and appealing naked body. If she let herself, she'd wind up back into bed, and might never want to get out. As her feet touched the floor a hand clasped around her wrist firmly, pulling her back into bed. Eun Sang smiled into the darkness as he tucked her into his body. She felt asleep with a smile on her face and the thought that it was better late than never.
The End
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