Confession: I lied. There will be a SoEul Part II and III. The following two chapters were written purely for the selfish enjoyment of the author and for any readers who care to indulge. This is not an M rated fic, and there is no sex scene, per se. However…our characters will dance around the subject at their own risk (particularly in the next chapter). If this is not your cup of tea, please proceed to chapter thirty-one (once it is posted lol), as you will miss nothing crucial to the plot, just a lot of fluff and cuteness with highly sexual overtones.

Also, there's a lot of back and forth on the points of view here. I tried to separate it with lines/spaces, but I'm not sure how that will show up on the actual website, so sorry for any confusing jumps.

Okay, you can actually read the chapter now. Sorry for talking so much...And thanks for the reviews!

-J.M. :)

Shit.

Oh, what a bright idea that was, Chu Ga Eul.

Yi Jeong would be coming back any minute now, and here she was curled up on the bathroom floor, her bare back against the ice-cold porcelain tub, terrified of what was going to happen when he did.

She didn't know what had gotten into her. When they had first arrived back at her apartment after being with her parents all day, they had been laughing about various articles from Ga Eul's childhood that had been stashed away in her parents' basement. Still talking, they went over to the couch where they started kissing each other as usual, but things heated up pretty quickly, and, for once, Ga Eul didn't feel any need to stop when they got to a certain point.

Maybe it was the fact that he really had come back to her, had told her he loved her, and had basically promised to marry her in front of her parents.

Maybe part of her—just the tiniest part—feared he would get bored with her innocent gestures and inhibitions after a while. If he could be a good guy for her, she could try—try—to be a bad girl for him.

Maybe another part of her simply got too caught up in the moment.

Yi Jeong had stopped them, to both her chagrin and relief, right when she was nearly stripped down to her underwear.

He didn't have any condoms on him, and once she confirmed his suspicion that she wasn't on any sort of birth control, he left to make a run to the nearby convenient store.

After Yi Jeong left and Ga Eul had calmed down enough to think straight, she had rummaged through her drawer for the sexiest underwear she could find in her possession, being sort of embarrassed at the plain cotton panties and white t-shirt bra she had on. Finally, she'd found the expensive black lace push-up bra and panties set Jae Kyung had bought for her on the last shopping trip they took. She hadn't worn them yet, always finding them too sexy to be worn with her everyday clothes.

To be honest, she simply found them too sexy to be worn by her.

A knock on the door interrupted Ga Eul's musings, and she hugged her knees to her chest even tighter.

Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no.

"Ga Eul-yang, I'm back."

Despite herself, she lifted her head up at the sound of his voice, and her arms relaxed a bit.

"Oh…Okay!" she called out. "I'll be right there!"

Ga Eul took a deep breath.

She could do this. Of course she could. People did this all the time. She was an adult. She had a job. She had her own apartment. She was twenty-three, for god's sake. Besides, she liked it when he touched her...and kissed her and…

"Ga Eul-yang?"

His voice always made her feel calm. It always made her feel calm.

But right now, it only made her feel like crying.

She couldn't move.

This was a bad idea. Everything was happening too fast. It was too soon, much too soon.

If her stomach didn't stop churning, she just knew she was going to throw up all of her dinner.

"Ga Eul-yang, are you okay?...Are you…do you need me to get you anything?"

"A-aniyo. I'm fine, Sunbae. Just a minute."

"Okay."

Ga Eul stood up on shaking legs. She wished she felt like one of those alluring, goddess-like supermodels in the lingerie commercials—more like the women Yi Jeong used to date, the ones who no doubt had plentiful experience with this sort of thing–but she only felt like a scared little kid.

"Ga Eul-yang."

The lock on the door swiveled back and forth.

"Ga Eul-yang, let me in, please. I just want to talk to you."

He wanted to talk to her.

Talk to her.

Talk to her.

She tried to remember what those words meant.

"I got your favorite chocolate bar, but I'm going to eat it myself if you don't come out."

Abruptly, the door swung open, and Ga Eul stumbled into him, her eyes red and her face stained with mascara. Sliding her arms underneath his jacket, she hugged him tightly and buried her face in his chest.

"I'm sorry, Yi Jeong Sunbae," she mumbled and promptly burst into tears. His arms went around her automatically as he tried not to focus on what she wearing—or rather, not wearing—at the moment.

"What?" he asked, clutching her to him.

"I'm…really…sorry…Sunbae," she choked out between sobs. "I-I-I can't."

It took a moment for him to realize what she was going on about, but when he did, he felt like an idiot. In his quite literal excitement, he'd simply taken her 'yes' at face value, not bothering to question her further since she wasn't stopping him. In the past, sex would have been something he just expected from the girls he went out with—not in a cruel, demanding way but in the way he expected everything that came to him so easily. Girls—women—always threw themselves at him, and even those who didn't he could easily seduce. He had no doubt, in fact, that Ga Eul loved him so much he could have charmed her into doing any number of things at this point in their relationship—even now, with the right amount of coaxing and reassurance, he could get what he wanted—but he always held back, afraid she would regret it afterward, and he never wanted her to regret being with him. He wanted her to trust him more than anything. He wanted her to come to him.

She'd stopped crying so much now, only letting out occasional coughs and sniffles, but she'd started shivering—from nerves or from cold, he couldn't tell.

"Shhh." He stroked her back and cradled the back of her head. "Did I tell you we had to do anything?"

"Um…no…but…I…I…"

"Stop crying. You're making me scared."

Ga Eul kept her face buried in his shirt, but she had stopped shaking so much.

"I'm sorry," she repeated.

"Sorry for what? Getting mascara all over my shirt? I think it'll dry clean. Why don't we go see Jan Di's parents tomorrow and ask them?"

Ga Eul sniffed.

"You know, that bathroom is really tiny too. It's a good thing you're not wearing more clothes, or you wouldn't have been able to fit in there."

That last remark finally made Ga Eul laugh, and he felt her relax a little more.

"You know," he continued as he played with her hair, "it's okay to be scared. I was scared my first time too."

"Really?" Ga Eul tried to imagine Yi Jeong scared around a girl for any reason and came up with nothing. "But…why?"

Yi Jeong chuckled at the disbelief in her voice.

"I was scared I wouldn't do it right and embarrass myself. The girl was two years older than me."

"Oh…How old were you then?"

"Thirteen."

Thirteen. She was twenty-three, and with him being two years older than her, he already had a twelve-year head-start on experience.

"But if you think about it, I haven't done it with anyone in four years. Doing it with you would be like starting over, almost like a first time."

Ga Eul-yang looked up, and he smiled kindly at her and kissed her forehead.

"Whenever you're ready, okay?"

"Okay, Sunbae," she whispered.

"By the way, you look sexy."

"Ah." She glanced down at her ensemble. "This was Jae Kyung Unnie's idea."

"That's not what I meant. I meant you are sexy. You looked pretty in what you were wearing earlier, too."

"Oh…thank you."

A long silence ensued, and he held her contentedly until his gaze caught on something odd.

"Hmm…34B."

"What?"

"That's your size, isn't it?"

"What?...W-what?!" Ga Eul pulled away from him. "How do you know that?!"

"Experience."

"Y-yah, stay over there."

"I just wanna show you something."

"Y-you don't have to show me anything, Sunbae. I believe you."

"Ga Eul-yang," he continued, pressing her up against the wall next to the bathroom door.

"W-what are you doing?"

Leaning over, he whispered in her ear, "Ga Eul-yang…you should really take time to think about what you're wearing…before you put it on."

"Ga Eul-yang." His breath on her ear made her shiver. "You should really take time to think about what you're wearing"—he ran his fingers under her bra strap—"before you put it on." The fingers on his other hand slid across her left bra cup and over the material stretching around her side and then to her back.

She supposed she have been protesting whatever he was about to do, but the huskiness in his voice had a lulling effect on her, and she closed her eyes instead. Sometimes she thought she could do anything listening to his voice.

His lips brushed her ear.

"I promise, I have lots of experience with…"

His fingers brushed against the skin around her bra clasp.

Snap!

Snap!

"…reading tags." He smirked and held up the offending tag, still marked with the MSRP from the department store and the size, so she could see it.

Her eyes opened slowly, and she stared at him at first like she was still in some sort of trance, and it was so damn sexy he thought if she didn't say something soon or at least break the ridiculously intense eye contact, he would only end up pinning her to the wall for real and taking off more than the price tag.

But then her gaze flitted to the tag in his hand, and her expression quickly transitioned from surprise to indignation to fury, and she slapped him across the arm.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Before he knew it, she had backed him all the way into the center of the room.

"Yah, quit hitting me!" he protested, raising his hands in surrender as she continued her assault. "That actually hurts."

"Good!"

She picked up a throw pillow and began hitting him with that as well.

"Someone didn't punish you enough when you were younger!"

Catching her by her wrist, Yi Jeong swung her around so that he could grab her from behind and throw her onto the couch.

"Is that what you're going to do now, Ga Eul-yang?" He slid his belt off and tossed it onto the table. "Punish me?"

Before she could react, he was on top of her, pinning her against the cushions with his body. Only his face hovered above her, just inches from her own.

She struggled against him, but he was so much stronger than her, it was really no use.

"Ga Eul-yang, keep it down," Yi Jeong admonished softly when she finally stopped moving. "The neighbors are going to think we're doing something weird." He pecked her nose.

"Sunbae, we aren't doing anything. You are the perverted one here."

"Ah, but you're the one not wearing clothes." He rubbed his nose against hers.

"If you would get off of me"—Ga Eul tried to breathe normally—"I could put some on."

"You're not convincing me to get off of you that way." Yi Jeong chuckled and pressed his lips to hers. "Nice try though."

"Then what?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean what do you want?"

There was a long pause. Then Yi Jeong lifted himself off of her and got up from the couch.

"I keep telling you that mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble." He pulled his dress shirt off and tossed it at Ga Eul. "You can put that on. I'll be right back."

When he came out of the bathroom, dressed simply in his pajama shorts, Ga Eul had positioned herself sitting up on her bed, her slender legs protruding out from the bottom of his shirt, which only succeeded in covering up her thighs. She had rolled up his sleeves and was now eating the chocolate bar he had left on the table.

What did he want?

Right now, he wanted one thing he couldn't have, and he wanted it very, very badly.

He wasn't sure that he wasn't being punished—maybe by some higher being for all the hearts he'd broken in the past and for every dirty thought he'd ever had.

"Want some, Sunbae?" Ga Eul's voice called him back to the present, back to her.

"What?"

"I asked you if you wanted some." She held out half of the candy bar to him. "It's really the best one. I can't believe you never ate these when you were younger." She took another bite out of her half. "At least have a bite. It's really good." She smiled encouragingly—and far too innocently—at him, and rather thoughtlessly he walked over and took the half she held out to him. Sitting up straighter, she curled her legs underneath herself so that he had room to sit down.

He took a bite out of the chocolate. It was sweet, but he'd tasted better. Name anything in Ga Eul's apartment, and he'd had better. Anything, that is, except for her.

"See? Isn't it good?" Grinning at him, she took another bite.

An idea struck him, something he'd never tried before and didn't know that he could do, but he didn't waste time thinking about it. Catching her mouth before she started chewing, he slipped his tongue inside and maneuvered the chocolate around as he kissed her until he finally slid it into his own mouth and pulled away.

"You're right," he said, chewing the chocolate himself. "This is the best chocolate I've ever had."

Ga Eul stared at him, her mouth still slightly parted.

"Y-yah…that was mine."

Yi Jeong finished chewing and swallowed.

"You're right. That wasn't fair. I'll tell you what. You can have a piece of mine." He broke off another piece and placed it inside his mouth directly on his tongue.

Ga Eul gave a nervous laugh.

"Sunbae, I can't do that."

"Sure you can," Yi Jeong prodded, his voice slightly muffled. "I'll help you."

"Um." Ga Eul fiddled with the edge of his shirt, inadvertently revealing part of her underwear. Yi Jeong tried to focus only on her face when she looked back up with a determined expression. "Okay…Okay, I'll try."

When he bent over this time, she met him halfway, and he reveled in the sensation of her tongue rubbing against his and the pull of her mouth when she finally broke away, the bite of chocolate hers.

"Pretty good."

"For a country bumpkin, you mean?" Ga Eul winked at him. She swallowed the chocolate down and broke off another piece, this one even smaller. "Want another one?" She made as if to hand it to him but snatched it away at the last second and popped it into her mouth.

"I don't know. The neighbors would definitely think we're doing weird things if they could see us now. But if you insist."

Ga Eul giggled, and he moved in towards her again.

"Ga Eul-yang," he said just as he reached her mouth, "this is going to be a long night."