Thank you all so much for commenting last chapter. I get your guys are super frustrated with Wook, so how about I treat you to some SoSoo?
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Wang So

"Call me when your lesson is over, okay? Even if the bus is going to pick you up for math lessons, I want you to call me so I know you got on alright," So said, handing Mi her piano bag. The pink tote was large against her little body and So smiled warmly when she checked its contents to make sure her four books were inside. "Repeat what I just said, Mi."

"Go to piano, and be good, and call when piano is done, and go to math, and then call again," the girl chirped back. "Mr. So, can I have some money for a snack after piano?"

"Close enough, and no because Mommy says you can't spoil your appetite. The math bus will bring you home, okay?"

"'Kay!"

He held her hand and led her toward the piano teacher that waited outside the fancy academy. Mi's fluffy mittens fit snugly in his hand and So gave the child a warm pat on her head before bowing to her piano teacher.

So watched the young man put a hand on Mi's shoulder and lead her inside. His name was Lee Dong Hun. Thirty-two, father of one, and a former performer, his record was spotless and his skills as a pianist and teacher made the waiting lists for his academy long. The clientele asking for his tutelage were filled with only the richest and most skilled pianists, allowing the teacher to pick and choose among the more savory. So knew very well that Mi and Yoon were admitted without hesitation.

He did not care for the piano teacher's less than stellar morals, but he knew not to judge- not when his hands were stained with worse.

When Mi's teacher helped her out of her coat and took her tote, So returned to his car and started it. Driving to a nearby coffee shop, he parked and collected his laptop and phone, connecting to the cafe's wifi. He jumped through the hoops he had created to prevent anyone from looking into his private matters, punching in passwords, activating proxies, and evading the trap folders that would overrun the computer with a virus if it were to be compromised.

His bank statements were growing stale and stagnant. So glared at the Australian bank account that collected the funds from the strange benefactor that continuously paid him to just… be still.

Whoever was paying him was an amateur, a coward, and a novice to the dangerous game they played. So had seen this type of bumbling silence before. People who did not truly want to become murderers… people whose humanity or cowardice prevented them from taking the plunge.

So did not care who it was behind him, but it unnerved him that his employer was not making much contact other than to send him a slowly dwindling amount of money.

I've gotten lazy, slow, he thought to himself. So glared down at his screen and acknowledged that he had let himself go. It would have taken him less than three months to determine his benefactor's weakness based on the amount of pay cut and the length of time between the first request and the order to kill.

What worried him the most was the inevitable moment when his benefactors eventually ran out of money. So was one of the priciest options on the market because he was meticulous and precise. There was never a hint of doubt in his past kills, but if his benefactors ran out of money, then they would use a cheaper, dirtier hire to off Wook and- possibly- his family.

I need to prepare. These people seem to be afraid that if they cut off my money, I'll turn around and bite them. They're slow and inexperienced. This could be to my advantage.

So knew he could take out any meager buy willing to kill a politician for a few zeroes at the end of a one. Because it seemed the money rose and fell with Wook's movements in the political sphere, So feared for the day Wook proposed a more outlandish tax or cut. Already, there were rumors that Wook was spearheading an attempt to shoot down Wang Yo's newest attempt at a bill.

As much as So hated infighting and wished to support his own blood, he knew helping Wook would only keep Soo safe. If keeping Wook alive led to So being able to see and love Soo, then he would accept that bittersweet bargain for his woman.

His woman… it felt strange to refer to Soo as something that belonged to him; if anything, he belonged to her. So knew his futile attempts to create his own family with Soo were… well, futile. She was married and he was delusional. Yet, as each day passed and as he drove her girls around, So could not help but imagine a place where he was actually their father and Soo was his wife.

It was a sweet dream, but just a dream.

He drove home, entrenched in his thoughts. There was little room for doubt and So stared at the streets ingrained into his brain from months of driving up and down them. He could navigate Soo's neighborhood with his eyes closed.

Grumbling under his breath, So mulled over the amount of time he had left before the money ran out and he was replaced. Shoving the front door open, he kicked his shoes off and tossed them onto the rack meant for the servants' shoes. Only his shoes were there; he had waved to the maids who had declared they were going out for an early dinner before Wook and the girls came home. Chae Ryung was out collecting a crate of wines Soo had ordered, and the cook was also out, making a quick run to a knife store to have the house's knives sharpened.

Music filled the serene house, pulling So away from his dark thoughts and bringing a smile to his face. There was no one in the lavish house but him and Soo.

He followed the flowing notes, using his ears to guide him towards the source of the gentle melody. Any thoughts in his mind receded and he opened the doors of the piano room, letting them shut behind him.

A cream-colored skirt cascaded off the black leather seat as slim feet encased in black stockings lifted and lowered golden pedals at the base of the grand piano. Pale fingers floated over a black and white puzzle, pressing keys in order to exact a perfect tune that lured So towards the pianist.

He reached her in two strides and buried his face in her soft neck as she continued to play.

"Hello, darling," he murmured against Soo's skin.

"Hello, my love."

So rested his head against Soo's shoulder, closing his eyes and enjoying her performance. "Debussy," she said. So felt her tip her forehead against his when she ceased playing. "I hate Debussy."

"Yet you play it?"

"Him," she corrected. "And right now, I can only seem to remember Debussy. I tried the Nocturnes; I tried the Requiems. Bach, Rachmaninov, Chopin… but right now, all I can remember is Debussy."

So had no idea what she was talking about, but her frustration was adorable and he kissed her throat, taking that moment to hug her from behind. "The piece… it sounded happy—like a lullaby." He spoke without knowledge, only citing his feelings, but Soo nodded her head and agreed.

"Clair de Lune used to be my favorite."

"What's your favorite now?"

There was a pause and So frowned when Soo stood, removing herself from his grasp. He stood behind the piano bench and eyed her as she walked around it to hold his hand. Her cold fingers curled around his and So leaned in to give Soo a kiss, snorting when her hands pushed his coat off of his shoulders.

Following her guidance and letting her pull him around the bench, he sat and faced the instrument. He looked down at the white and black teeth that all seemed identical, yet each emitted a different note when tapped.

"Can you play?" Soo asked.

"Mean Hae Soo, asking the poor boy if he can play piano," So said with a laugh. He wrinkled his nose when Soo swatted his arm before kissing his cheek.

"That's not what I meant and you know it," she protested. Her cheeks stained pink and So attempted to kiss Soo, but noticed her dominant position required much work on his part to reach the lips that beckoned to him.

Her arms went around him and So felt his breathing hitch when her hands gently guided his to positions on the piano. Cream-colored sleeves touched his black jacket, and a gold watch glittered beside his worn, leather one. Her breath curled around his ear, sending goosebumps trailing down his arms. So stiffened at his girlfriend's sudden actions and followed her lead as she made his hand press out certain keys.

"A, A, E, E, F sharp, F sharp, E," she whispered, her lips grazing his ear. Shivers ran down So's spine, rendering him nearly immobile. He had not expected foreplay to begin at the piano, and surprise was not his friend.

"Twinkle twinkle little star?" he asked, shuddering as Soo's other hand slid down his chest. Her body moulded around his back and she nuzzled close, taking his breath away. Her body heat seeped into his spine and So resisted the urge to turn around her soft, potent methods to arouse him. "Hae Soo…"

Heat rushed to his groin as Soo's tongue lightly flicked up his ear and her lips fluttered against the place between his ear and his jaw. All the while, her hands guided his into a clunky melody that paused and started at odd increments, grinding out a children's song that was almost foreign beneath the inexperienced hand that played it.

"Ah." So tensed when Soo took her hands away from his, letting her fingers graze over his arms until her nails swirled over his chest, raking over his shirt and pulling his jacket off to throw onto the pile his coat made. Her hands returned to his chest, and Soo pressed a light kiss to the side of his mouth as her fingertips caught against his nipples. He exhaled loudly before turning his head when directed and opening his mouth to Soo's tongue. Her fingers toyed with his chest and her tongue met his before quickly retracting behind a giggle. When he tried to kiss her harder, she pulled back and narrowed her eyes.

"The student should never try to lead the teacher," she murmured to his lips. So stared at his beautiful girlfriend as his erection painfully rubbed against the zipper of his pants. Soo gave him a final kiss before sitting beside him with a smile. "Now, play."

Her hands stretched over the keys and So continued to stare in disbelief. "You give me a hard-on and then expect me to play the piano?" he asked. He laughed with her and Soo nodded her head.

"Your reward for playing is me. If you don't play, then…" Her right hand dipped to his thigh and So released a shuddering sigh when she rubbed his erection through his pants. "I'll let you jack off in peace."

"You're cruel, woman."

"You love me."

"I do."

So positioned his hand where Soo directed him and winced when she continued to rub his groin. Her hand sent spasms of torturous, half-hearted pleasure up his spine as she stroked out a rhythm for him to follow. "One, two, three, four," she counted, her palm rising and falling with her voice.

So worked on muscle memory, unable to discern some of the notes Soo had pointed out to him. His painfully acquired skill set as a hitman flew out the window as a beautiful distraction rendered him almost useless.

So played the simple melody as she massaged him with one hand. Soo's other hand flew over the other side of the piano, her years of expertise creating a background melody that accompanied the static notes that So's novice hand pounded out.

When their little duet ended, So was panting from a combination of lack of contact and overstimulation. His shoulders heaved and his face flushed as Soo finally undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants.

"You asked me what my favorite piece is?" she murmured, kissing his throat. So wrapped an arm around Soo's waist and pulled her closer, slowly feeling himself slip toward more primal urges. "My favorite piece is anything played by the people I love."

They kissed and So chuckled against Soo's lips when she sat on top of the keys, creating a clamor that echoed before quieting. She guided his hand to her chest, placing his palm between her breasts and letting him touch her. "No bra," he remarked, pulling the bench closer. He stood and kissed Soo harder, closing his eyes and tasting her lips. His face would be covered in lipstick by the time this was over.

Soo pulled his hand to her hips and So scoffed when he felt nothing beneath her dress. "And no panties," he drawled. "What do we make of that?"

"You told me I need a little more risk in my life, so this is me jumping into your game of risk." Her nonchalant reply was met with a laugh and a deep kiss.

"I love you so much," he said, pulling back. So ran his tongue over Soo's bottom lip and kissed down her throat, bracing himself with one hand against the piano as the other squeezed Soo's breasts. Lowering himself, So kissed Soo's collarbone. He pressed a hand to her stomach as he nuzzled against her body, tilting his face against the soft material of her dress. It was knit cashmere- easy to cuddle against, hard to kiss.

For a split second, So's mind strayed, and he kissed her belly, remaining for a moment too long at a place that would never belong to him. Her hands pushed through his hair and her legs opened as he ventured lower.

So started at her knees. Sitting back onto the bench, he buried his face into her navel as his hands trailed up the stockings that covered her legs. "I've never had sex on a piano before," Soo remarked, giggling as his fingertips tapped against the tops of her soft thighs. So gently headbutted his lover and looked up at her as he flipped her skirt up and used it to cover his head.

"A first for both of us, then," So replied. He kissed her stomach again, dragging his teeth over the garter that held up thigh-high stockings. There was nothing to remove or tear; Hae Soo was completely his.

He kissed her where she wanted, letting his tongue lightly flick between the lips of her sex. Muffled moans reached his cashmere-covered ears and So removed himself from beneath the stifling dress to sit up and capture her lips again. He held her bottom up and squeezed as he raised her dress until it bunched at her waist and he had a clear view of her garter.

"I love you, Hae Soo," he remarked, running his hand against her exposed lower half. Soo laughed and So kissed her cheek, listening to the most wonderful sounds escape her lips. Laughter and breathy moans combined into a symphony that drove So mad with adoration.

"Bet you don't love me as much as I love you," she declared, her arms wrapping around him. So kissed his girlfriend's throat and grunted when her fingertips entered his underwear and stroked him.

"The last time we gambled, you lost," So said, chuckling at the memory. A tremor of pent need and lust coursed through his veins as Soo's ankles locked behind him, pulling him flush against her hips with the jarring smash of a new set of piano keys. "I'll take my chances."

Their conversation almost forgotten, So hungrily captured Soo's lips, lifting her dress more to grasp her breasts and laugh when Soo rammed her heel into his back.

"Hands back down," she whined, rubbing herself against his erection. A moan left his lips and So obeyed with an amused snort. He tapped his middle finger against her slit and leaned down to kiss her nipples. "Touch me, please."

"I'm older than you, Hae Soo. Kick me like that again and I may not be able to carry you anymore," he warned, peeking up at the beauty that blushed and moaned when he circled his finger around her peak.

"Ew, I'm in love with an old man," Soo whispered, her head tipping backwards.

Laughing, So groaned and sat down onto the bench again. "Fucking hell, I'm not that old! Thirty-seven isn't even middle-aged!" He smiled up at her, continuing to touch her the way he knew she liked, and watched her mouth part into an unrestrained moan. Soo barely had time to giggle at his remark before he lowered himself to center his lips between her legs and let their conversation move to a steamier topic.

"Foul-mouthed and can't- can't- oh!- take a joke," Soo said, gasping and writhing. So smirked when her leg draped over his back and pulled him closer.

Soo's moans echoed throughout the room, her hand falling onto the instrument below as So's mouth worked at her entrance. Her other hand curled through his hair as he looked up at her flushed form. He felt her nails drag over his scalp as his tongue darted forward to penetrate her.

So flicked his tongue over her clit, slipping his middle finger into her and relishing in her gasps and sighs. He smirked against her sex when her toes curled. "There, there, there." Soo's voice rose as she cried out.

A fresh wave of honey flowed from her as she came against So's mouth, and he lapped each drop until she was quivering against the piano, her movements causing the instrument to sing.

Watching as Soo shivered through the last of her orgasm, So wiped his mouth against the back of his hand before capturing her lips, forcing his tongue into her mouth and swallowing the mewls that Soo emitted, her arms twining around him.

So shoved his underwear down and stroked himself as Soo's tongue met his. In one swift buck, he sheathed himself within the hot juncture that beckoned him. They moaned together and Soo's legs went around him, pulling him in closer, deeper.

He ground his hips, rutting against her. "Soo," he uttered, kissing her throat as her head tipped back.

Their bodies connected as the piano rocked with their movements, releasing clanging sounds that only made So want to fuck harder. He kissed her moans into his own mouth, tasting her pleasure and deriving his own from watching her eyes close and her mouth open.

"So!" she called, her hands reaching for purchase against his back.

It was while he was completely entrenched in ardor that So lost control of his mouth. "Are you really not going to have another baby?" he asked between thrusts. Soo's eyes sprang open and their foreheads touched. She gave an incoherent response and So knew she would not be able to think properly. Even he found his questions muddling in his mind from the sheer intensity he felt being joined with Soo.

"What? Ah! There! What are you-"

So kissed Soo's cheek and pressed his fingertips to her clit, rubbing between her legs. "Why not have one with me? Have my… have my baby, Hae Soo." He spoke while continuing to pleasure Soo, listening to her cries. He had no idea how she would react. He had not thought about the consequences of his words and just spoke, wanting Soo to know how he felt. "Yours and mine—the product of our love," he whispered in her ear, sucking on her lobe. "Imagine how beautiful it would be."

"Don't be foolish," Soo replied. She flinched when So pulled back from her face and leaned down to worship her collar and breasts, dragging his teeth over her sensitive nipples and gently nibbling on them through her dress. "If I had a baby... it would take Wook's last na-mmph!" So felt his anger flare and he silenced Soo with a kiss, smothering her words.

"Don't say his name when you're with me," he growled against her mouth. So narrowed his eyes at Soo and watched her grow apologetic. "Not when you have my dick inside you, not while you're calling my name. Don't say his name."

Soo cupped his cheek and So leaned into her palm, slowing his pace to gaze at his love. His expression softened and he nudged his forehead against hers. "We... can't have a baby, So," she said between pants as So pushed into her. "I'm not having a baby."

Meeting eyes with the woman that held his heart in her hands, So stole needy, hurried kisses from her lips until she tapped his chest for air. It was worth an attempt, but he knew the answer would always be 'no'. Though she had denied him, So did not feel his love for Soo diminish in any way. He took what was offered and made love to his woman.

"Let me stand," Soo said. "My back hurts—I want to change positions."

"Turn around." He stepped back and kissed Soo as she hopped off the piano and turned around, bending over the keys and resting her hands against the music stand.

Kissing Soo's back, So reached around to grasp her breasts as he entered her again.

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