Minho decided to stay in the village for a day. He had always been at either the Newton's mansion or in the sweet, little inn that he had been residing in for the past three weeks.
It was a bright sunny day in the village. The streets buzzed with the chatter of pedestrians as they walked, some music and dancing taking place in the square. Shops and cottages bordered the road, carts decorated with scarves, delicacies and loaves of fresh and fragrant bread. Young girl's sat on the edge of a fountain that was in the square, braiding each other's hair and splashing their friends with the crystal clear water that pooled beside them.
A warm aroma embraced Minho as he strolled down the sandstone streets, making him feel like he was a child again, running about the town of his youth. The day was at a snug temperature, the sun shining in the great blue sky. He wished Lynn was with him. To have her hold his hand, walk with him down the streets she rarely ever saw, listen to her as she pointed out different colors painted on the buildings; tell him the meanings of all them.
A blur of yellow and red whizzed past Minho, dashing towards a bakery that sat on the corner. It was two young ladies; one redhead and one blonde. They were both barefoot, their hair tied back with ribbons that were color coordinated with their peasant dresses. Blue and green were the colors, white aprons tied around their waists and lace embroidered around the edges of their skirts and sleeves. His eyes were drawn to the girl in blue, the blonde one. She looked extremely familiar. Minho's obsidian eyes focused on her as she ran along with her redheaded friend, both of them came to a halt under the canopy of the bakery.
The girl's hair trailed behind her as her head whipped around, amber eyes met Minho's, familiar amber eyes. Lynn's amber eyes to be specific. Lynn was running around the village, without Newt or Sonya with her. She wasn't supposed to leave the house, how was she here? Her redheaded friend grabbed her hand and yanked her into the bakery, her blue ribbon slipping out of her hair as she vanished into the store.
A rush of worry washed over Minho, he jogged up to the doors of the bakery, peering through the pane window of door. He could see Lynn chatting intensely with the baker, sending him one of her award winning smiles. The talk of the crowded shop blocked out her conversation with the baker, but Minho could tell that Lynn had somehow charmed the baker into giving her two cupcakes; without even handing over a penny. He could see that she tried to shove a dime into the baker's hand, probably insisting that he take it.
Something shimmered in the corner of Minho's eye, attracting his attention to the ground. The blue ribbon lay under his shoe, glistening in the sunlight. Minho bent down, picking the piece of material up with his thumb and index finger; the material tickling his calloused skin.
"Minho?" Lynn appeared in front of him in seconds, the redhead standing in the doorway. The two cupcakes were clutched in her hands, some of the frosting transferring onto her thumb.
"Lynn," Minho breathed out, hiding the ribbon in his pocket. "What are you doing out of the house? You aren't supposed to go outside the gates."
Lynn's mouth opened and closed, looking like a fish out of water as she desperately searched for words to say. She had averted her gaze to the ground, refusing to meet Minho's eyes.
"Um-uh, I sort of sneaked out of the house, with the help of Lily." She motioned over her shoulder to the redhead, who shyly waved at him. "It was the maids day off and Lily said that she could stow me away without anyone noticing. Listen, um-can we talk later?"
Lynn and Lily attempted to scatter away from Minho, Lynn passing on the cupcakes to Lily as she wiped her hands on her apron. But Minho had grabbed Lynn's arm, clutching her arm tight; refusing to let her leave his sight. Lily had ran off, heading towards a large group of women that Minho recognized from the kitchens and downstairs of the Newton's mansion.
"Minho let go!" Lynn's anxious fingers clawed at his hand, trying to get him to release his grasp on her.
"No Lynn, you have to get back to the house. Newt's going to kill you if he finds out!"
"Can't I just have some independence!" Lynn finally ripped herself from his grip, her sleeve ripping as she did so, most of her right arm showing. Her outburst had gained the attention of a few passersby, their eyes immediately going towards Minho. "I lived my whole entire life in the confines of that house! I just want one day where I can finally be alone without somebody telling me what to do or how to live!"
Thunder roared above them. The wonderful blue sky had vanished, dark and eerie storm clouds rolling in as drops of rain plopped onto the sandstone streets; making a beating sound as the splashed against the ground. Droplets of water were dampening the shoulders of Lynn's peasant-like dress, her look of fury never leaving her face.
"Lynn." Minho's voice was stern, like he was talking to one of his children. His hand clamped down over her arm again, the tips of his fingers pressing into her arm. "You are coming with me. I'll take you back to-"
"No!" Lynn shouted, ripping her arm out of his hold once more.
The rain began to pelt the ground, Lynn's dress becoming soaking wet as she stepped out from under the canopy. With a nettled look in her eye, Lynn ran through the rain. Her feet pounding on the stone, water from the puddles she dashed through flew into the air; making the hem of her dress wetter than the rest.
Minho debated running after her, yelling for her to stop. But he didn't. Something came over him, preventing him from stopping her. Lynn deserved at least one day of freedom.
He just hoped she would stay safe.
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A fist banged on Minho's door at midnight, desperately trying to get in. The rain had continued into the night, thunder and lightning flashing down on the mountains in the distance; creating a crazy dance amongst the night sky.
"I'm coming, I'm coming." Minho muttered, pushing the covers off of his bed. The cold air hit his bare chest, a shiver running down his spine as he padded over to the door.
Lynn stood in front of him, soaked to the bone. Her dress was drenched, rain water dripping from the hem of her dress. The water formed a tiny puddle under her barefeet, making a dark spot on the aged wooden flooring. Her arms were wrapped tight around her trembling frame, trying to keep herself warm. And God knows it wasn't working. Her beautiful face had smudges of dirt dotted across it, her skin appearing to be a shade darker. Lynn's delicate hands were clammy, dirt stuck under her fingernails. Her lovely blue dress was soaked, rips decorated the bodice and skirt, her sleeves torn at the shoulder.
"Lynn," Minho quaked, "What happened to you?" He reached down and intertwined their fingers, rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand.
"Um...well..." A shudder ran through Lynn's body, the coldness of her drenched article of clothing bringing goosebumps to her skin. "Newt may or may not have kicked me out after he discovered that I snuck out today. And if you dare to say anything about how you were right I will kill you with my own two hands." She removed one of her hands and jabbed a finger into his chest, the tip of her finger digging into his skin.
"Fine, fine." Minho held his hands up in an 'I surrender' position. "But can I at least help you clean yourself up?"
Lynn nodded her head, taking a cautious step into the threshold; Minho closing the door behind her.
Since there really wasn't a table or chairs in Minho's pint-sized room, all Lynn had to sit on was the dresser that was pushed up against the wall. Since Lynn was a wee bit too small to hop onto it by herself, Minho had to help her onto it. He placed both hands on her waist, his palm pressed into her hipbone. Like he was lifting nothing, with ease Minho picked Lynn up and placed her on top of the dresser, her tiny hands finding themselves on his shoulders.
He found her amber-eyed gaze directed towards his chest, it was then that he remembered he didn't have a shirt on. Minho awkwardly cleared his throat, leaving his place in front of Lynn and going to the other side of the room to retrieve the water pitcher and cloth. He poured the water into the bowl that sat next to it, dropping the cloth into the bowl with a quiet 'splash'. Minho could feel Lynn's eyes on him as he twisted the cloth to wring it out, watching his muscles flex. When he turned back around, her head immediately dropped to find sudden interest with the lace hem of her dress, fiddling with it as she bit her bottom lip.
Minho felt strange as he cupped Lynn's face, bringing the washcloth to her cheek and rubbing it lightly. It felt improper for him to be standing barechested in between Lynn's legs, washing her face as she gazed on at him. Minho had to keep reminding himself that he had a wife and children, and it would be unloyal to disobey his wedding vows. But it always vanished when he was with Lynn, disappearing into the depths of his mind.
"What happened to your dress?" Minho questioned, gently rubbing the skin below Lynn's collarbone.
"Oh," Lynn smiled a shy smile, her eyes fixating to the side. "Um-while I was running away from the house I kinda tripped on a lone rock in the middle of the road. Just goes to show that I'm that elegant person who makes crowns out of flowers and describes the colors in her everyday life."
They both laughed quietly, easing the weird tension that was in the air.
With one final swipe across Lynn's cheek, her face was clean. Minho could now see the freckles that dusted across her cheekbone, her rosy pink cheeks. He left the cloth in the bowl, letting it sink to the cold porcelain bottom.
"Done," Minho said. He took the bowl and returned it to its place on the nightstand. Minho could hear the muted 'thump' of Lynn's feet hitting the floor and the ruffling of the material that her dress was made of.
When Minho turned around her saw Lynn trying to reach for the strings that held her dress together. She was on her tiptoes (as if that was going to make her taller) her arms bent over her head as her fingertips brushed against the tips of the bow.
"Want help with that?" Minho asked.
After a frustrated sigh, Lynn answered, "Yes."
A smirk was on Minho's face as Lynn pulled aside her hair, letting him access the bow that was tide a few inches below the nape of her neck. Minho's skillful fingers untied the string, removing it from the holes in the back until it reached her waist. He could see her camisole/corset, a thin material bordering the edges. Minho had only seen this kind of thing once, and that was when he saw his wife in this state. And now Minho was seeing a completely different women, almost down to her undergarments. What on Earth was he doing?
His fingers gently tugged down on the sleeves of Lynn's dress, sliding it off of her. Next thing he knew, Lynn's dress was on the floor; the young blonde only in her underskirts and corset. Minho felt as if he was possessed by Lynn's beauty as he looked down at her, eyeing her tender, pink lips. A finger hooked around Lynn's chin, Minho guiding her eyes upward instead of on the floor.
Her amber eyes bore into his stare, and he just couldn't take it anymore.
In one swift movement, Minho swooped down and smashed his lips onto hers. He could feel her tense, unsure of what to do or how to do it. But she soon responded, her lips moving against his as Minho wrapped his strong arms around her waist, pulling her body closer to his. Lynn's lips tasted of vanilla and roses, making Minho feel light-headed and dizzy. He had been waiting for this moment, dreaming of it.
It was like being kissed by an angel, Lynn's passionate and fierce kisses fueling Minho's undying love for this girl with flaxen-hair. Minho ran his fingers through Lynn's soft, golden hair, getting a tingly feeling as the tiny strands of hair tickled the skin in between his fingers. Minho lightly tugged at the hair on the nape of her neck, straightening out all the wild and reckless curls that lay hidden beneath the waves of yellow.
Lynn's hands couldn't resist touching and feeling every ripple of Minho's chest, her fingertips dancing across his olive-colored skin. She longed for this; for someone to hold her, kiss her, care for her. Lynn wanted someone that she could say 'I love you' too when ever she pleased. And luckily she found the right one. Her hands ran over Minho's well-toned stomach, listening to him moan with pleasure into her mouth. Just the sound of his voice made her weak at the knees. What they were doing now was sending her over the moon.
Minho decided to take it a step further. He ran his tongue along her bottom lip, wanting to have more of Lynn. Wanting to make her tremble just from his kisses. Minho's hand trailed down her spine, starting from the neck and letting his fingers hover above each vertebrae, the tips of his fingers occasionally touching each one. Lynn finally let him in, his tongue slipping into her mouth as his kissed more passionately than he has ever kissed any girl in his lifetime. Minho was becoming intoxicated with the way Lynn's mouth respond to his actions, her scent, her hair. Everything.
His hands grazed her outer thighs, bunching up the material of her skirt in his fist. Minho hoisted Lynn up, her legs acting quickly and wrapping tight around his waist. Her nimble arms snaking around his neck, fingers burying themselves in Minho's black hair that seemed as if it was made of raven feathers.
"When did it start?" Minho asked, separating himself from Lynn's lips for just a second. He parted from her lips, pressing sweet, butterfly kisses down her cheek and to her neck.
"When did what start?" Lynn's words came out breathlessly. Her legs tightened around his waist, urgent hands moving up and down Minho's back.
"When you first started falling for me," Minho mumbled against the skin of her neck, nipping lightly at the spot just below her ear.
"O-oh." Lynn stammered. Her chest was rising and falling with a quick pace, her cloth-covered torso touching Minho's bare chest. "The n-night of N-newt's engag-gement party. When you s-spent the ent-tire night with me."
Placing one more kiss on her creamy, white skin, Minho moved his head away from the crook of Lynn's neck; gazing into her illuminated amber eyes.
"What about you?" Lynn questioned, her forehead resting against Minho's as both their eyes fluttered closed. "When did you first start falling for me?"
"I have heard about you long before you've heard about me." responded Minho, sitting down on the edge of the bed with Lynn straddling his lap. "I first fell in love with you when I heard the words that your parents spoke about you. Spending hours and hours talking about you, your hair, your eyes. Just everything. I've wanted to meet you since I was seventeen, be able to see what all the chatter was about. And I'm glad I came here."
Lynn laughed softly, both her hands resting on either side of Minho's face. Her thumb rubbed his tinted pink cheeks, leaning forward to brush their lips together once more. Oh how Minho loved this, getting to kiss and ravish someone he actually loved. And how he hoped that they could continue their relationship, get married, have kids, start a new life without Brenda. But that was to worry about later, right now. Minho just focused on what was in front of him. A bewitching, enticing young lady, that went by the name of Lynn.
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The sound of convivial birds woke Minho up in the early hours of morning, the sun peeking through the white curtains. The storm must've passed during the night. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes with the heel of his hand, the algid morning air hitting his chest as Minho sat up. It came to his attention that there was a form sleeping next to him, a head of yellow hair cushioned a young girl's head. Lynn.
Minho leaned over to the side, brushing Lynn's flaxen hair out of her face, laying a simple kiss on her cheek. She stirred silently, eyes slowly opening as if she was letting the sun into her eyesight little by little. Minho ran his index finger down her side, sliding over the stitching on her skirts and corset. Lynn's head turned, the corners of her mouth upturned into a small smile as Minho cupped her cheek, pressing a light kiss to her lips.
"Good morning," Minho whispered, nuzzling his head into the crook of Lynn's neck. "Sleep well?"
A hum was Lynn's answer, her hands reaching up to fiddle with the ends of Minho's hair. "I'd better get home," She said. "Newt is going to wonder where I was for the rest of the evening."
She shoved the covers aside, swinging her legs out of from under the warmth of the blankets. Lynn rose from the bed, running her hands through her long, flowing hair as she walked over to where her dress lay on the floor. Minho too got out of bed as she slipped it on, threading her arms through the sleeves.
"Would you mind?" Lynn said, gesturing to the strings in the back of her dress.
Minho walked over to Lynn, grabbing hold of the stings in his hands. "No, not at all." He tugged at the strings, tying them up until they reached the top of the dress.
"Thanks for letting me stay the night." Lynn thanked as Minho wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.
"I'm glad you did." Minho smirked, spinning Lynn around in his arms and swooping down to kiss her reddened lips.
Lynn smiled into the kiss, sighing as they parted. "Are you coming to the gardens today?"
"Wouldn't miss it for the world darling."
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