Kim Taeyeon
The spamming of my doorbell got me shaking my lover awake.
"Yo. Wake up, get the door." I mumbled.
She smacked my forehead and turned the other way, pulling all the sheets with her. I opened one eye, glaring at the back of her head as I laid there cold as frickles. I didn't have a shirt on, I was a lonely Taeyeonie with his underwear on.
"Can you just get the door? Please Fany. I have work in like 2 hours, let your bear catch up on some sleep?"
"Go to hell Taeyeon. You heard the doorbell first go get it." She growled, shielding herself away from me. I groaned, flopping on the bed like a fish in anger. I made the bed shook and good, I hope that disturbed her beauty sleep.
"Dicky Fany." I grumbled, still trying to get my eyes to open.
I grumbled, scratching my bare back as I yanked some shorts on. I squinted at Fany curled up in a ball, hogging all the blankets. No wonder I felt so cold last night.
My tired self ran into a door frame and a sleeping puppy, I almost kicked Prince to moon by accident. I didn't see the small fluff by my feet okay?
I shook my head, walking down the stairs holding onto the railing. Man I'm getting so much older by the second.
I yanked opened the door, about to smack that person behind this thick door to oblivion for waking me up at such an unruly hour.
"Package for, Mr. Kim?" UPS man, dressed in brown. His shirt was too bright for me at this hour. I waved him off, squinting.
"Package my ass give me that shit you dickhead." I signed the papers and pushed him out the door, grabbing my package and plopping it on my office desk and went upstairs, wanting to disturb and cuddle my piglet some more.
I sniggered as I dove back into bed, annoying the shit out of her as she kept smacking my back. Am I an intruder to her sleep, yes. Yes I am and I very damn proud of it.
"Next time, you're getting the door." I said, rolling her on her back. She smelt so nice, like pretty flowers.
"What if it's some big bad person trying to kidnap me and take me away from you?" She whined, pouting still with her eyes closed, her voice was so husky so laced with sleep and so incredibly sexy. Heh.
She places her hands on either side of my face, squishing my cheeks together. "You act like a wolf is going to come and eat you, or take you away from me and place you on a princess tower." I mumbled against her hand that was trying to push my face away.
"Let me sleep, you idiot."
"Fine fine. Fine fine fine."
I didn't really bother her for the next 3 hours because when I got up I immediately went into my den, doing some work for the business.
Even though I was half playing games on my computer, half doing work and half keeping an eye out for Prince strolling in and out of my office, my eyes darted to the brown box on the corner of my desk.
I dropped my controller on the desk and slid the cardboard rectangle over to myself, slicing it open with a letter opened and pulling the bubble wrap out.
Tampons, pink undies, a phone case, a toothbrush, dish cleaner, doggie clothes, random shit was inside it. Guess Fany had a blast doing online shopping for god damn groceries and household necessities. Didn't know it was her things because the box was for me, then I realized she probably ordered it from my account.
Welp, didn't expect her to fully rake advantage of me saying 'buy whatever you want, what's yours is mine anyways.'
It was true, to a certain extent because when we do get married, which we will, she'll have all of it.
My hand snooped around the box, kind of intrigued on the type of things Fany likes to buy. My hand dug up a shitly wrapped metal circle with a piece of crumpled paper wrapped around it.
I don't know if it's crossing lines to open it, but in my defense I'm just going to say that I was checking the box for harmful substances, like drugs, alcohol. A bomb, yes a bomb. Good excuse Taeng.
I peeled back the stuck on paper and it had nothing written on it. My curious hands opened the metal lid of the flat spherical pocket watch like structure and I got kind of confused.
This shit was as old as the fucking bread crumbs under my bed. I lied, older than little old me. Like, this shit was ancient, could be classified as antique.
A bronze like golden flattened sphere. I turned it over and my fingers grazed the etching that read, Amore. Had a nifty chain coming out of it too. It was some sort of pocket watch as I had guessed, but at the same time it wasn't.
It was shaped like one, but it was a compass pointing North and inside that compass embedded was a clock, a small clock face and on the side showed the date. 8/5. August 5th?
A hybrid compass, clock, calendar type of shit. It looked like it came out of a spy movie, or something I would use. Hell, I got a 3D map program on my phone and that's as high tech a it'll get in this century. But it was sketch because the metal was rusting, it's rickety and it looked so fragile to the touch.
Why did she have this, why did she even order it.
"Taetae." I heard a soft knock on my door. I shoved the watch back into the box and set it aside.
"What's keeping you out the door piggy, you know you can always come in without asking." It wasn't like I was jerking off the porn or doing something stupid like that. I got nothing to hide.
She opened the door slowly and peered in with a frown on her face. Interesting.
"Something wrong?" I asked.
She came in and closed the door behind her, blanket wrapped around her small self and she waddled to my way as I patted my lap.
Little piggy sat there, wrapping herself with the blankets as she leaned her forehead and pressed it against mine, still had an angry little frown / pout type of thing on her face.
"Where does it hurt baby? Who did this to you, who hurt you?" I said softly, fixing her bangs and kissing her questionable hot forehead.
"Everywhere, no one and no one." She replied, suddenly sneezing 3 times in my shoulder that made me cringe. She lifted her head back up and I'm pretty sure I scrunched up my face and looked pretty disgusted.
"Please don't die, oh my god." I mutter, still staring into tiresome eyes.
"I'm not dying you idiot, I just have a cold I think." She says, sniffling like no tomorrow. Man, she looked horrible.
"Hm. Do you want me to kiss it better, hug you better? Beat the living shit out of your white blood cells for failing to fight off those pesky germs?" I mumble against her neck and lay some lazy kisses there.
"Yes, yes, and yes you big science nerd." She giggles, still looking horrible and probably feeling twice as bad.
I placed my hand against her forehead, feeling it literally jolt up to a fiery hot degrees. It lowkey burnt. I sighed.
"You were fine this morning at like 8. What happened in the course of 4 hours?"
"I don't know!" She whined, pulling my hand away from her forehead. I leaned back in my chair, amused at how a sick Fany can be such a whiny Fany.
"Do you have chills baby girls? Aches?" She nodded like a little puppy. D'awh.
"Do you feel tired?" She nodded again, jutting her lips out and I kissed her there, not caring if I myself caught her flu. Love is the best medicine, apparently. So I got a lot to give.
"You probably have the flu piggy." I had a hand behind my head, another hand on her waist observing her straddling my lap looking so sick. Cute cute. She didn't really say anything except reply with a few sniffles and teary eyes.
"Welp, I don't know how to take care of a sick person so you're on your own buddy." I chuckled and she immediately hugged my torso, leaning into my neck. I instinctively wrapped my hand around her body and caressed the back of her head.
Instantly I felt like it was no joking matter. To care for her was my number one priority.
But jokes on me, I can't even take care of myself.
"Please hold me Taeyeon-ah." I hummed. Of course, such a simple request that I will do for eternity. I figured she fell asleep quickly and with her still in my hold I rolled over with my chair to the computer, typing in a few key words.
'How To Take Care Of A Sick Person' by wikiHow.
I love tutorials. Next up, I'll probably need a manual. Imagine if I had kids, my search history would probably be 'How To Dad.' I shivered at that thought.
I am so clearing my search history after this though. This is borderline embarrassing.
I eventually did some paperwork with the little bugger in my lap, sleeping away soundly, sniffling away periodically.
But when she did wake up to the discomfort of her aching cold I patted her head to sleep, meeting her rest on me like I was her portable mattress that I didn't have any protests to being.
Babying my piglet for all I am worth. I have come to the conclusion that I was whipped. Whipped like whipped cream.
I walked around the house like a mother carrying a baby in a baby sling. Kind of.
Surprisingly little piglet didn't wake up, baby sleeps like a rock.
Heh.
I had pizza for lunch, and kind of got crumbs on her as I ate. I swept those pesky combs off the top of her head and kissed her there, my little apology for being a slob. But a mothers gotta eat you know, carrying this big lump is hard.
She had a little cough and sniffle by the time she woke up, grabbing a hold of me and sticking onto me like glue. Like she has been for the past let's say, 6 hours?
I did nothing productive all day, all thanks to Fany.
I presented her a small pill and a glass of water to her and when she shook her head I was close to forcing it down her throat. Out of loving care of course.
"Eat, or die. Your choice Hwang."
"Die." She barely choked out. I sighed and pleaded with my eyes for her to just swallow it down.
After a few minutes of intense stare downs and more puppy faces she finally ate her damn medicine.
About fucking time.
I brought her up to the room, laying her there as I closed the curtains, plugged in her night light, turned on the humidifier and threw a bunch of blankets at her.
Couldn't forget monkey George as her sleeping companion either.
When all was said and done I couldn't even move 1 inch before she tugged the back of my shirt.
I turned around with a tired exaggerated loud sigh.
"Yes, love?"
"Stay. Cuddle me."
"I did that the entire day baby. I'm not even joking, you're literally my child now."
She turned around and hid herself underneath the blankets, probably pissed at me.
I went out anyways, buying chicken noodle soup from some vendor out at the marketplace because I can't cook for shit.
I recognized this place as my afterschool hangout place everyday after class because I always stole food here.
I sat on the table waiting for my order to be cooked. A crowd of familiar voices passed by me, I recognized them as my old classmates but I didn't really want to be seen with them so I just hid behind a bunch of signs.
The thought of my mischievous high school days were enough to make me gag. I was such a bad student, my mother would kill me if she found out.
"Toopy."
I turned around, squinting at the familiar voice. It startled me in a way, but it wasn't threatening to say the least.
I scanned the person from top to toe, finding her matured figure attractive. She looked really pretty, it's been years since I've last seen her and she truly does.
"Binoo." I said with a smile.
"Looks like someone remembered." Seolhyun smiled, sitting down beside me.
"Hey, you're back." We had a little hug and instantly high school memories flooded back in.
Well, we dated in high school for our senior years, on and off. We were partner in crimes, really. Always skipped class, stole a couple of things. Small things, nothing major. Funny thing was, we served detention together. We were like the badass Bonnie Clyde type of couple. It was ride and die, then we graduated and I guess we both changed. I didn't keep in touch, neither did she.
It was fun though, I gotta admit. Real fun. She was a pretty good lover. Listened to me well, was there for me when I had scuffles with the triad. Nothing too big, but she was okay.
How can I forget her name though, Seolhyun.
"How have you been? What are you up to now?"
"I'm great. I just finished University in Korea, flew here to start acting."
"You're gonna live here?"
"Yeah."
"What are you doing here at our hangout spot." She asked, playing with the disposable chopsticks.
"Mrs. Kwon makes good food and I needed some soup so here I am."
She laughed and I couldn't figure out why we acted so naturally towards each other. "Wanna get a cup of coffee or something? Catch up on times? Remember the fish cakes you would always steal from Mr. Chang? God, he hit you every time."
I shook my head. I didn't want to remember the beatings I got when I was a teen. Those fish cakes were so good though so I was worth every snack. "I can't right now, next time?"
"Yeah, sure. Here, give me your phone."
I handed it to her without a second thought. I wonder if I could rekindle with her, where the hell are my other classmates I grew up with? Right, I avoided them.
"There's my number. Don't call me in the middle of the night like you used to, dick."
"That was called a prank and you just couldn't take it." I stayed as a matter of fact. She looked like she wanted to kill me.
Well, the whole time we were dating she looked like she legit wanted to kill me.
"Taeyeon-ah, here's your order you punk." Mrs. Kwon shakes my little plastic bag, waiting for me to take it.
"Well, I gotta go. I have someone to take care of." I said, reaching out for my takeout container, giving money to Mrs. Kwon that she tried to make me take back. I insisted she took the extra 400, consider it a tip for dealing with my scrawny ass back in the day.
Seolhyun looked pretty shocked to say, she nodded her head in approval. "You're done fucking around? Who's the lucky girl? Or girls."
"My future wife. Goodnight Binoo. Careful around the marketplace, those mutant rats you hated still lurk around." I waved a small bye and she threw a pair of disposable chopsticks at me. Well, I guess she was still violent as before.
"Damn, goodnight Toopy." She replied, going back to her group of friends that called her over.
I drove back home, wanting to get back to sick piggy. I touched her hot forehead and frowned at the heat. I placed the soup on the nightstand, leaning down to kiss her awake.
"Baby, time to drink this potion I bought from a witch that'll cure you of your fucking disease." I mumbled, rubbing her head gently. She raised her hand and smacked me right in the nose. Ow.
"You're not mad at me still, are you? For not cuddling you an hour ago?" I asked, She hummed and turned away again. I turned her over forcibly and she frowned, frowning seems like her favourite thing to do lately.
I propped her up against the headboard, fixing her bangs as she kept sniffling. I popped open the lid for the soup and brought the spoon to her lips. Little one moved her head away, making my job so much harder than it should be.
"Drink all of this and I promise you I'll fold my own laundry for a week."
"Two weeks."
"Three?" She nodded and smiled tiredly.
I fed her a couple of spoonfuls of soup, and she took pretty long eating. But I didn''t mind, I felt nostalgic doing this.
I remember when I met her for the second time in my life, back in that ally. I took her home, and just like a stray kitty, I nurtured her back to health. I fed her oatmeal, I think. She took forever eating that too, but I didn't mind.
When she pushed my hand away I placed the soup back on the country. That was enough for today. I wiped her lips clean with a napkin and settled her back into bed, picking up George that was lying on the floor.
Her hand was on my back, and I quickly laid beside her, giving her the comfort she wanted.
"I'm going to be honest. I have no idea how to take care of a sick person so I'm just babying you at this point."
She hummed and curled up next to me, her arm resting over my stomach. "You're too hot." she said softly, fingers unbuttoning my shirt.
"Pervert." I muttered, getting up to take it off and lay back down. She smiled against my big ol belly, I felt it against my skin.
"Thank you, Taetae."
"Yeah yeah, go get better you're annoying." I muttered, trying to get some sleep after taking care of a fat baby. I'm just imagining fatherhood at this point. Dear god. Never mind about the 10 kids I want with her. Make it 20.
I'll be super dad.
"I love you." She said. It makes me melt every single time and I can not stress how badly she has me wrapped around her finger. Whipped, I am whipped like cream.
"Mhm, mhm. Love you too."
Even when she did get better, I wished she stayed sick. In a good way. She came back to be annoying, my favourite type of annoying. Then again I was glad she was healthy. But when she was sick she was quiet, and didn't annoy me as much. But as still annoying.
"Taetae!"
"What?!" I shouted, eyes still on the mountain of papers I didn't do. Procrastination at it's best. I ruffled my hair, head throbbing and staring at the dead trees on my desk.
Little Fany skipped into my office with eyesmiles. Whatever made her that happy can go die. Only I can make her happy like that.
She shows me the two plane tickets in her hand and I almost screamed, thinking it was another Disneyland trip. Turns out it wasn't. Was something worse.
"Daddy asked me to visit, and I want to go I want him to meet you because I haven't exactly told him about us yet and-" And I zoned bubbly happy Fany out.
I let the words daddy, visit, me, meet, him linger in my head. Then I pieced it together and freaked out in my mind. In my head I felt like there was a bunch of mini me's running around screaming murder, my entire brain was on fire and short circuiting.
God no, please not her dad. I didn't think there would be a day I'd meet her pops. It never even crossed my mind.
I came back to her attention when she pulled me out of my seat, leading me into the room to pack my bags. We leave tonight and I wanted to curl up and hide in a pile of dirt. I started to search around the internet for invisibility cloaks, a teleportation device, fuck I even searched up for plane tickets to anywhere but San Fransico. I wanted out like out out.
I made a ruckus in the airport, complaining, whining and clinging onto every pole as Fany dragged me along. I dreaded that hour and 30 minute flight to her hometown. I couldn't sit still, I couldn't stop kicking the seat infront of me and when the flight attendant announced we had arrived I died.
I was fidgeting in my seat, twiddling my thumbs and sweating profoundly. I kept tapping my foot repeatedly on the floor and leaned against the taxi's window.
My little blub slid the cover between us and the taxi driver, grabbing my hand and freeing it from the nervous breakdown I was having with my thumbs.
"What's wrong?" She asked softly, rubbing the back of my hand.
"I'm scared of your dad." I whispered. She let go and laughed, pinching my cheeks.
I swatted those pesky hands away. "Yah, Fany-ah." I whined.
She rubbed my clasped hands and patted my cheek amused by my borderline freakout. "My dads nice, he'll like you I think. I don't know, I was the youngest in the family and a total daddy's girl which meant he was also overprotective and stuff but I think you'll be okay."
"You think?!" I hissed, looking down at my clammy hands. Oh god.
She just laughed and shook her head but I grabbed her arm, getting her attention because I needed confirmation. "Let's say he doesn't like me? What then? He's going to like exile me to the fucking moon Fany-ah and let me clear it up here. I am an ass, I am not nice, and I am sure as hell not likeable." My foot increased it's tapping a ten fold. At this rate I'd be a professional tap dancer if I really wanted to.
"Can you shut up and relax? He'll like you, oh my god."
"No, you shut up. Look at me, Fany-ah. Look at me and tell me how I look. Did I under dress, overdress? Is my tie okay? Do I have anything on my face. Wait no, do you think he'll hate me?"
If looks can kill, I'd be dead.
"You're as handsome as ever baby." She cooed.
"You didn't answer like half my questions Fany-ah!"
"Awh, you're so stressed, it's cute." She said smiling like I was amusing to her.
I huffed and turned around, checking myself in the reflection of the window. "This is serious!"
"But I am serious!" She retorts back, holding my hand. She pulled away and made me turn my hands back, palms facing up. "Taebear's hands are so clammy. You're so nervous."
I am more than nervous. I'm anxious, stressed out and clearly not okay.
She then taps my glasses, lifting a brow in question. "Since when did you wear glasses?"
"I don't."
"Did you just play dress up for my dad?"
I slightly nodded. I guess.
"Awh, you're so cute." She cooes, nuzzling her nose into my neck. I felt her hand clasp mine despite it sweating a damn fountain. Her head rests on mine and I relax just a bit, not a lot but enough to not be as jittery.
We rounded off the area and went straight into a 'family-friendly' neighbourhood. You know, the ones you see in movies with the perfect families having 4 kids, and a golden retriever? That type of neighbourhood.
At the sight of those houses I guesses which one was hers. I literally freaked out in my seat because in a few moments I will be meeting the father. The father of Hwang Miyoung. who will either kill me, or really like me.
I've never done this before.
I mean, I knew we arrived when she squealed, unbuckling her seatbelt and pushing open the car's door. I glanced at her disappearing small back as she ran up those stairs into the arms of an older man who was waiting for her with open arms.
"Daddy!" She screamed, giggling so cutely. Ah.
They had a great big bear hug and I was left all alone in the taxi with the driver. I threw a big fat tip on the driver's lap and headed around the back, opening the trunk to fish out all our luggage that we mercilessly stuffed in the trunk.
I rolled our crap up to the front of the door and stood infront of her towering dad. He was tall, like super tall. Had a nice bed of hair, and wore some casual clothes. He was a normal asian dad, except he's a normal asian father of my piglet. Mr. Hwang truly scared the shit out of me.
"Hello, Mr. Hwang." I said in monotone and I even bowed infront of him. I felt like I was meeting the Pope, or the King. Oh god, even my hands were starting to get sweaty.
Mr. Hwang clearly frowned and he stepped infront of Fany, shielding her away from me like I was a bad guy. I wasn't, I swear I wasn't.
She walked away from her fathers back and clung onto my arm. "Daddy, meet Taeyeon. My best friend, bodyguard, teddy bear and boyfriend." She piped up so excitedly, so proudly.
I wish she never speak so highly of me, or even praised me. Or made me sound that good, because I wasn't
Gah. I laughed nervously and started tracing circles with my foot on the ground. I heard him huff but never did I look up.
"Dad?" She said, and I fidget in her hold. Jesus.
"Let's go in." His hoarse mumble paired with the deepest voice I ever hood shook me to the core. I'm spooked. He started to grab our luggage but I rushed over, mumbling a 'let me' before taking it away from his hands and leaving him stunned in his spot.
I hurried myself into the house, wanting to get away from him and everything in the world fast.
At least Fany kind of knew what was up because she took me around her neighbourhood in relief of the house. What a damn breather.
We first started off with her room, which was filled with pink. I almost died. I got pretty jealous at the Joe Jonas, Justin Timberlake etc. posters on her wall. She refused to take them down and I was like the only person she needed to hang a poster was a poster of me.
Then, we I had enough of the blistering colour she dragged em outside and we walked around the neighbourhood, stealing puppies, other people's mails, trampling along her neighbors flowers. Just kidding, I'd be slaughtered if I did that.
We held our pretty little hands, walking along the sidewalk with my head held up high, proud that she came back here to her childhood place with me. Eventually we walked right into he fields of her old high school.
Wasn't anything special, an old water damaged red bricked school with it's roof about to collapse. But what did exist was a small little playground. Fany ran towards it, ran-skipped there. I had my hands i my pocket, still frowning at the thought of her father.
I don't think he particularly likes me.
She sat on the swing not moving, looking at her phone and that defeats the whole purpose of a swing. So I placed a gentle hand on her back,not wanting her to scream and call me a predator. I pushed her gently, pushing her forward every time she came back to me.
I heard her little giggle and she swung her legs, turning her head back to face me every once in awhile to check if I was there. I wanted to bolt as a joke, but I didn't feel like joking with her, not when I wasn't as happy as I should be.
"Hold on, I might push you off accidently and you could break your nose and something and your father would chase me down the streets with a machete." Please hold onto the swings Fany. I mean it.
"Dad is nice, but apparently you don't think so."
"I don't think he likes me Fany-ah."
"Give it time, I don't see a reason why he would hate you?"
"Hm." I loved feeling her back, seeing her hair in the air, or seeing her trying to hold down her dress every time she went up in the air. Cute cute.
We went around walking, just me and her still holding our hands. I liked that, we were starting to act like a normal couple. Aside form the fact that underneath my CEO persona, I am a member of the Triad, a red pole leader once again. Jesus. But right now my world only involved her, and I was fine with that. She had an immense power, capable of absolute destruction but I trusted her.
We even got icecream and sat on a nearby park bench. This is what I wanted to do for so long, this stupid shit. Only because the last time I remember icecream, or sitting beside the one I loved was when she did the same exact thing with Cheolwoo. He's no threat, but to me it lowkey ruined a lot of things for me.
I wonder now, that she's beside me if this is a special moment for her as it is for me? Does she think that what we're doing now was any different from her past lovers. Is this particular time right now, something she'll remember or will she forget it moments later?
For me, this was everything.
Nonetheless I turned my head and saw her licking her icecream so cutely. She swung her legs because they were too short to reach the ground and I thought it was so adorable. I needed to savour this moment.
She was so adorable that I couldn't help but mash her face into the icecream. She got so mad at me but I got a few chuckles out of it so it was worth it. "Taetae." She whined, pulling on my pants.
She looked like a hot mess, a fucking snack if I say so myself. I licked my lips and leaned in but she placed two fingers on my lips, avoiding my advances. Why must you do this to me.
"One, we're in public so keep your PDA to the minimum. Two, this is a tragedy of me and my icecream. Third, you're not funny."
"I'll clean you up though."
"Perve-" I cut her off and kissed her lips, tasting that strawberry cream as I did kiss her. Her hand kept pushing on my chest, want me to pull away but I couldn't'. I love icecream and I love her.
I felt her pull on my ear and then I felt something just release out of my hand. I turned around and saw my own icecream cone flat on the ground. Tragic, so tragic.
My jaw dropped, my eyes gawked and I knelt beside it on the floor worshipping it, mourning it and wanting to cry. "Fany! Look what you did to my fucking icecream!"
She glared at me and even when she started to walk home I stayed in my spot, singing some funeral song for it. She finally got fed up and fetched me 10 minutes later as I kept singing loudly, throwing flower petals around the melting treat.
"You're so extra stop it. Embarrassing." She hissed.
I opened my mouth and started belting a note. "In the arms of the angel, fly awa-" She cups my mouth and sighs.
I think I won though, because she bought me another cone and she had a frown on her face as she held my hand, guiding me through the thick forest to go home. My hand clamped with hers tightly and I dared myself to ask to know more about her father.
She looked at me longingly, almost like she felt sorry for me. But for what? She told me so much about him, a lot of things actually. He was a fisherman, always out of town for a couple of weeks to be by the ocean doing his job. He liked to go boating, be by the sea, fish of course and walk on the beach. That resonated with me. Guess we have something in common. He came to the US to better his life for his family. Right, the guy was a family man. What did I expect though, his wife passed away and he had to take care of 3 children. I admire him for that. He stayed as a father. He was a father, and he still is one.
Unlike mine.
We went back just in time for dinner. I passed by a mirror, taking a deep breath and making sure I look presentable at least. Was still a little nervous but the walk with her helped. Lucky for me I got to sit beside Fany while her father sat beside us.
I kept poking at my food, having no appetite but I didn't want to be rude and say I wasn't hungry. If the clinking of spoons and forks on the dinner plate wasn't annoying enough, it was accompanied by nothing but silence.
I was brave enough to lift my heavy head up slightly. Only wanting it to sink down into my plate of mashed potatoes because the guy was staring at me all this time. I coughed and nudged Fany's shoulder.
"So, how did you two meet." I didn't know if I was supposed to answer but Fany answered for me so I was counting on her half the time.
"A party that Sooyoung dragged me to."
"What do you do for a living." He asked me, fork placed onto the dinner plate.
"I own a business."
He scoffed.
"How old are you? How many relationships have you had? What university did you graduate from? " He unloaded all of that to me in one sentence and I sat there confused. In a way I felt intimidated, and a little pissed off.
"I'm 28 years old, I've had-"
"Dad." Fany said seriously, putting a hand on his dads arm. He crosses his arms and we had a stare down and I clenched my jaw. Why does he feel obligated to ask me so many fucking questions.
"How did you grow up as a child? Do you have a criminal record? Have you ever hit a girl?" Mr. Hwang continued and I shook my head. What kind of fucking questions were those.
I glanced down, not knowing what to do or say, instead nudging Fany's leg with mine to get her to do something for me.
"Do you love her?"
"Yes. Very much." I answered back with no hesitation.
"Cut the crap Taeyeon, I know who you are." He say, slamming down his hand on the table which made the plates clank and shake on it.
"Do you?" I dared myself to ask.
He looked like he was going to burst into flames and fucking hit me with a fireball. I was too pissed beyond to care what he could've done to me.
"Stay away from my daughter. You look like you're going to get her killed." Every bit of that statement was so fucking try and that pissed me off. I got out of m seat and gave him a little bow, out of respect of course and started to walk past him and into the next room.
He lunged out of his seat and looked like was going to grab me but he missed me by an inch, Fany stepped infront of him and stopped him. I heard her yell at him and he shouted at her back, but I didn't have the heart to stay.
But when I heard Fany say my name, I leaned against the wall and listened in, head hung low as I wiped my hand on my pants, wanting to dry the sweaty ones.
"Dad! Why would you say that to him!"
"You know exactly why. Break up with him, come back home and live with me."
"Wait, what Dad? No, I'm old enough to make my own decisions, please don't say that stuff to me, especially not about Taeyeon?"
"I'm not risking it not again. You almost died, you almost left your old man Miyoungie."
"He's not like him, if that's what you're implying." Nothing like Nichkhun, or Nick. Whatever his ass name was. In so many ways I kind of was like him, but at the same time I'd like to think I wasn't.
"No I don't want to hear it. This isn't up for discussion Miyoung I don't want to see you hurt again!" He practically roars and I shut my eyes, it pierced my ears too and him not approving me, or us hurt.
"No, listen to me." She demanded, and he stopped. "There was one thing you couldn't help me with, and that was making me sleep throughout the night undisturbed. Do you remember Dad? Those nights where I couldn't sleep, waking up in the middle of night screaming and crying my eyes out? You couldn't stop it, not even medications but Tae did. He slept beside me, he stopped it. He did that, he did something you couldn't." She said in a softer tone and I didn't want to hear it, don't praise me. Don't make me seem like a good guy.
Whatever happened next I didn't hear, I left through the main door and took a stroll. I memorized the neighborhood in one go, opting to go by that icecream shop in the corner 15 minutes away because well, they say icecream makes everything better. But I didn't end up going there. I turned around,making a pit stop to the lagoon by their house.
I didn't want to stray too far. I didn't want to hear them arguing. I didn't want to be the reason why I was kind of tearing them apart. Made me a little upset.
My peacefulness was short lived. Angry father stomping my way and he got bigger and bigger as he came closer. I sat still in the sand, not knowing what to expect.
What I didn't expect was a nice punch in the face by him. God that hurt. My right eye was throbbing and I could feel it twitch and form a nice mass of broken blood tissues start to break underneath my skin, bruises.
I laid there flat on the sand cupping my eye, feeling the grainy particles surround my head.
He grabbed me by the collar and sat me up, pointing at me and saying a bunch of things that I couldn't decipher.
"Don't you step an inch closer to my little girl! She has been through enough abuse and for you to come in and have the hopes of marrying her, you just have the nerve don't you?!" I stared at him, furrowing my brows. I didn't understand, what makes me so bad?
"Answer me! Have you seen what happened after she ran away heartbroken from the man that tormented her!? She cried every single day, she didn't eat, she didn't sleep. All she did was cry and cry! I couldn't bear to see my own daughter devastated over a break up, and for her to cry about someone who abused her, used her, and treat her like shit made it worse!" He hollered and I felt like cowering somewhere far away. He made me upset, pissed off and a fuck ton of angry. He looked like my father, standing above me like he beaten me, he sounded like him every time he yelled at me with that hoarse deep voice. But he's the father of my significant other.
What he said though, came out a little more intense than it should be. I knew what happened with Nichkhun. The things that he did to her, but I didn't really know how she felt or reacted afterwards. She never did tell me, I just assume she cried a lot or something and I knew it must've been really bad because of how she used to hate being touched, refuse to be near someone or even look at someone in their eyes.
"Sometimes, I'd come and visit and I'd see Nick being the happy caring guy he is. I thought everything was fine and dandy, but behind those closed doors, was months of despicable behavior. One time her hand was broken because he twisted it so hard, she told me she tripped and fell at work. Her eye would be black and bruised, she'd tell me some guy jumped her when it was really Nick. She's be locked up in rooms, starved and beaten at. She had scars, scratches, and bandages all over her body, she's tell me she'll be alright when it wasn't. She wasn't okay, and all those things that happened to her as because of Nick. And I was so blind to see it, but not this time Taeyeon. Not this time." He grumbled, hands still on the collars of my shirt.
My own fists grabbed a bunch of sand, squeezing it in my palm only to have it seep out of the side slowly. He thinks I'm like Nick, he thinks I'm going to treat her like shit and eventually leave her to the dust. That's the reason why he's so fucking against us. I gritted my teeth, fearing that I'll eventually grind down so much I'll hurt myself.
"She was broken, broken to bits. And I couldn't do anything in my power to stop it as her father. She only has me left, and I'll do anything to keep her away from assholes like you! I'll do the right thing to protect her because I failed the first time! I'll put myself in front anytime for her, and I'll prove to her I'm a father that is capable of protecting his daughter." He trailed off, slight tears in his eyes but he quickly turned them back into anger.
It's not fair. He can't just do that to me, take out all his anger out on me, judge me and assume things based on whatever happened in the past. I'm not going to be his guinea pig just to prove himself worthy. That's so unfair, leave me be. Let me have her, don't break us apart because of that.
When he let go of my shirt and I stumbled back a bit, he walked away. Just like that, he gave me some sort of a poor excuse of a warning and walked away. I held my head up high despite the throbbing of my eye and cleared my throat. "Mr. Hwang." I said firmly, loud enough for him to stop his two feet in the sand and turned around.
"You can't do that. You can't say those things to me because I'm not the son-in-law you almost had. I'm not him, and he's not me. Were widely different, but you can't say we're the same. That I'll treat your daughter like he did. I won't, I can never do that Mr. Hwang. Not to Stephanie, not after what she's been through." I said, breathing out to calm my chaotic self.
"I promised myself, and I'll make this promise to you. I will take care of her, protect her from people like her ex, make sure her well being is looked after and assure that she is happy. But if you're asking me to leave her, then I can't. I won't. So I apologize for not giving into your wish, but I can't respect it, nor can I grant it." I stand firm, making my point. I can't leave her, even if he forced us away.
"Life is pretty unfair. You would know." He grumbled, hands clutching a glass bottle.
"I would know. I admire you though, standing up for your daughter and whatnot. Respectable, I must say." I said truthfully. Maybe it came off too cold because he clenched his fists, jaw tightly clamped.
Who would've known though, he smashed that glass bottle right over on my head, obliterating it into pieces too small to handle. I stood there like an iron door and took it. I took it with such pride that I didn't even flinch.
I heard Fany. She ran, ran so fast to me, grabbing her dad and pulling at him to stop. I couldn't hear anything but her pleads for him. She did everything to stop him for beating me up to a pulp and I smiled, despite having the liquid in that bottle drip from the sides of my head.
Fany.
He finally walks away, but without taking her with him but she fought back, struggling against his hold to break free and run to me. A bit of me popped at the sight. I felt, important?
At the same time I didn't want to tear them apart. Absolutely not, I still want her to keep in touch with her father, unlike me.
With her soft hands cupping my cheek she had a soft sigh. "Taeyeon-ah. Please say something." She whispers, lifting my head up just to see the mess of scars, blood and purple bruising.
"I'm okay." She frowned, looking like she wanted to hit me for saying that. She brushes her thumb over my freshly cut wound and I winced at my touch, slowly pulling back. The blood just doesn't stop flowing out but she couldn't stop looking at it, touching it.
Her lips quiver and she pulls me down slightly to bend down to her height, kissing the crown of my head.
"No you're not okay, stop pretending that you are and let's go home." She says, grabbing my hand and holding it tightly, pulling me along the sand to her room.
I didn't think I would be sitting in between her legs, having her patch me up. But I was, and the atmosphere felt warm, safe.
"Does it hurt?" She asks dabbing my cuts with the cotton ball. I nod and pull away, the disinfectant stinging a bit too much. All the while I kept my eyes on the floor, not looking at her.
"Taeyeon-ah?"
"Hm?"
She cups her hands on my cheeks, I felt the warmth of her palm feel the coldness of my face. Her supple hands lifted my chin up once again but I didn't want her to see me at this state, because I had tears in my eyes for once. Little tears.
"Oh Tae." She sighed, tender eyes looking at me apologetically.
"I don't know what to say to you, other than that I love you and I don't plan on leaving you despite my fathers request. I won't listen to him and I'll disobey him for the first time." She combs my hair with her hands and rub the shell of my ear like its the only thing that'll calm me down. I sighs and relaxed slightly in her hands but my head is still down like an anchor to the floor.
"This trip was a disaster and I'm sorry for that honey." She continues, rubbing my thigh to gently coax me. But I wasn't upset about the trip, no not at all.
I lay on her bed, facing away from hr and she rubbed my back. I felt like poop honestly.
"He doesn't like me does he." I mumbled. I know the answer to it but I just want her to tell me. Her hand smoothened out some of the hairs that managed to stick out.
"Not really. But with time he'll come around."
"Sure, like that'll happen." I scoffed, smothering my face into her pillow.
"Hm, Taetae. How's your bruises?" She asks, reaching over to turn the light off. I stare at the faint outline of her face as the little light lamp barely gave enough light to see her.
"You should kiss it better." I said with a grumble, clutching the pillow in my hand.
She nods and smiles, pushing herself so that she's at eye level with me. She grazes my cheek with her thumb and props herself up.
She kissed me, starting from the top of my head to the side of my right eye where my big black bruised mass was. Her lips curve upwards slightly, before kissing down to the top of my nose which I wriggled in response. It tickled. She laughs a good one, leaning down to brush it against mine and kiss my cheek. Her nimble fingers run along my small bandaid and suppressed a kiss on it too.
The only thing that wasn't hurt was my lips, and I guess she knew that because she wouldn't stop kissing me there, cupping my cheek as she did.
My smile wanted to form, I wanted to say something. But she didn't let me, her soft kisses made me just relax and stop.
"All better?" She says, pulling away to tug my bandaid straight.
"All better." I said.
At times like this I don't know if I deserve her, if I'm right for her or if her fathers absolutely right and that I should stay away from her.
She's so good to me.
"I need to shower. I feel sand in my ass crack." I grumble and gets off the bed leaving little Fany on the bed.
I turned on the shower, hurriedly scrubbing myself clean and washing my hair. I took care to not ruin the bandages she set for me. I spent too much time in here I thought, so I got out, wrapping myself with a towel and opening the bathroom door.
Ah, piglet was almost falling asleep. I guess I wasn't watching where I was going because I walked into that bathroom door frame. I rubbed my head, squinting at the low fixture and saw her sit up and giggle. I had a big frown because this was another bruise added to the ever growing list of injuries today.
"Did you run into the door frame?"
"Yeah, fuck this room is so small. Why do you have to be so short." I smacked the door frame in anger. I had to signal my dominance. She giggled and gestures with her hand to come to bed, she straddled my hips and took the extra towel in my hand and started to dry my hair.
"So handsome." She whispered into my ear as she kissed that forming bump on my head. I hissed at the pain and she rubs my ear to get me to stop reaching up for my bruises which was pretty damn effective.
"Why do you smell like flowers, specifically lavender." She asked, wiping my chest down with the towel. My hands had it's mind of their own and rubbed her waist. Heh.
"I used your body wash, and your shampoo." I simply replied, sniffling my arms. I do smell good, a little feminine but that's good.
"Why, that's weird. You smell like me, you smell girly and it's weird."
"Overall I smell pretty." I said proudly.
She scoffs. "I think the thing I'm severely attracted of you is definitely your jawline, and maybe your big fat dumbo ears but definitely your jaw. You're handsome Tae." She moaned into my ear and I felt myself tighten. I was clutching the towel and that's the only thing that is covering the bottom half of me and I guess she got on because she had some sort of mischievous giggle.
"Stop teasing me, you really think we're going to do it here in your room? The room you grew up in with your dad practically right beside us? He'll chop off my dick and feed it to the ducks if he finds out what we're doing." I hissed, but made no move to push her off.
"Taebear." She purred.
"Look, the Joe Jonas poster hanging on the wall staring at me isn't helping me either. I feel like I'm being watched by your childhood celebrity crush."
"Well he was hot back in the day." She defended. I kept staring at it, like an extra pair of eyes watching my every move.
"Taeyeon-ah, you know I won't let anything happen to your package down there. What will I ever do without it hm?" My jaw dropped and I've never been so shocked before. Paired with that, she pulls the towel away from me and I freaked out, trying to hastily cover up my growing appendage.
"Excited now, aren't we baby?" She muttered as she tossed the towel in some corner of the room. All eyes were on her now, I was so distracted.
"Fany-ah! You can't just do that and shut the fuck up you never say those things. You're so dirty today what the hell, oh my god stop." I got up to put on clothes which she found were unnecessary but somehow she successfully got me to take off my shirt again with many complaints from me. I hurriedly rushed back to her, resting my head on her shoulder and she rubs the back of my neck, only to put pressure on it and it hurt. I guess she found another fresh wound.
"He really went to town with you. You have one here baby." I nod and nestled myself deeper into the crook of her neck as she traced the outline of the cut on my neck with her gentle finger.
"Its going to be okay, I'll be the one to make sure of that Taeyeon-ah." She kisses the side of my head as she brought me to lay down with her.
Only three minutes in and I couldn't stop moving around on her bed.
"Your leg is literally jabbing my stomach, if it's not there then it's jabbing my dick."
"The bed is too small, sorry." She whines resting her head on my chest.
"But then again, we can fit on a small bed anyways. We literally share a pillow when we sleep and you always lay on me so, a big bed doesn't really do us justice. I like to think we're a really cute couple." I shrugs before doing a bear bear yawn. I was tired, getting beaten at wasn't exactly not tiring.
She went to go turn the light off and locked the door. I sat up as in the darkness I saw her figure crawl towards me on the bed, hips swaying seductively. I backed away and was confused as hell.
"F-Fany-ah, as much as I wanna do the hanky panky you know your fathers in the other room and I am not, I repeat not dying in a pink room." I whispered harshly and tackled her on the bed, keeping my weight on her. She smacked my head and I winced at the pain. I think she forgot that I had a forming bump from running into her door frame.
We both smile as she kisses my cheek and palms my jaw.
"I just want to make it up to you. What do you say big man? Hm?"
I shook my head but her frown changed that. I nodded, feeling her push me flat down on the bed and crawl over me, hands roaming around my body before cupping my flaccid bulge in her palm, giving it squeezes.
"Your dads room is right beside us Fany-ah." I groaned, her hand squeezing my hardening member.
"Mhm, yeah?"
"He'll hear."
"Then don't let him hear." She purred, her fingers digging underneath my waist and and touching my skin. Her fingertips gently grazing my length and my flaccid dick bounced up slightly in response.
Damn it.
"You're so big." She purred, licking the side of my neck as she wrapped her soft petite hand over my cock.
"Fany-ah, your dad." I groaned when she squeezes my dick and strokes it gently, jerking me off at a painfully slow rate.
"Shh, baby." She murmured, sliding her tongue in my mouth to get me to shut up. I couldn't keep my mind off her slender fingers picking up its pace to tug at my fully erected cock.
Her thumb circled my head, sliding along my slit that had just beaded with precum and if that wasn't enough she brought her thumb up to her lips and sucked it clean, right infront of me, giving me a nice show.
"You fucking dirty." I hissed. She only smirked and had her palm touch my hot cock again, only this time stroking me frantically and much harder.
I held her hand and she glanced up, and as if she knew what I was asking she soon disappeared underneath the covers, soft mouth on the tip of my dick sucking softly.
I groaned and clutched the headboard tightly, my hands weaving into her soft hair, encouraging to take my dick further in her mouth. Like a fucking champ she did, sliding down to the base of my cock surprisingly till she pulled back up, my cock glistening with salvia from her warm wet mouth.
"So good, fuck you're so good." She hummed with the tip of my cock in her mouth, she sucked lightly and darted her eyes at the door. I couldn't forget to keep my voice down. My voice was dripping with lust and her pretty face made it hard to not just fuck her right there.
I urged her to take my cock in her mouth again, the flat of her tongue running along the length of my shaft, thrusting up as she sucked me off with more pressure than before, blood feeling like it rushed in the area even more.
She pulled away, stroking me with her free hand while catching her breath, looking at me like a prey and I've never felt so damn turned on in my life.
I sat up, starling her as I flipped our position. I hovered above her and pumped my length, feeling her saliva all over my palm.
I had one hand on her hip, giving her a light squeeze and her slender smooth legs started to wrap around my waist. I gulped the sight of her looking so god damn good, laying there with her hair sprawled out, one of her nightgown straps falling off her shoulder, her panting and eyes looking so lustful, just waiting for me to devour her.
"Taeyeon, I want you inside of me." She purred, one of her perfect legs rubbing the side of my body and I couldn't just deny her request.
If it was possible I felt like my dick just got even harder. I licked my lips and kissed her waiting ones, getting pleasure from just that too.
Her hand ran down from my shoulder to the front of my abs and onto my warmth, stroking me as we kissed breathlessly.
"Fuck, baby." I mumbled, glancing down to see her rubbing herself with the tip of my dick.
I grabbed it myself, running the head along her slick slot, bumping into her engorged clit every now and then, hearing her whimper and gasp.
I dipped my head into her entrance, feeling her muscles clench around it and wanting to pull me in so desperately but I pulled out, teasing her jus to see that frustrated sexual look on her face.
"T-Taeyeon, please don't tease me."
"Hm, I could never do that to you baby."
I repositioned my cock into her entrance, pushing in past her walls that hugged my length so well, so hotly and so damn snug.
I moved my hips forward filling her up as I felt her nails start to rake against my back, her mouth on my shoulder nibbling on it to suppress any moans.
I looked down at our joined parts, seeing how t cock disappeared into her cunt and then reappeared when I pulled out in absolute wetness made me twitch. I wanted to fuck her harder, faster, make her yell out my name so the damn neighbourhood can hear that only I can make her like this, only me.
My cock dragged along her wet walls, and she clenched in response, mouth ajar letting out soft moans for me, saying my name barely and I snapped my hips in, causing her to arch her back and slam her arm on my chest.
Just when I was having my fun there was a loud knock on the door and I froze, gulping down the lump in my throat as I stared at the door knob being turned.
"Miyoung? Are you awake?" Her father asked at the other side of the door.
My heart was racing, my dick was still buried deep inside my baby girl.
"Dad?" She said softly, voice out of breath but at the same time sounded like she just woke up.
"Oh, you were asleep? I thought I heard some sounds coming from your room."
"No, the window is open, I'll close it." She says huskily, biting her lip as she started to move her hips to impale me further into her.
My eyes darted out of my eye sockets, the wetness coating my cock even further as her pussy lips wrapped around my dick nicely. She kept moving herself onto me and I couldn't focus on whatever they were saying.
"Do you need me to come in? I know you're too short to reach it."
"No, I have Taeyeon to do it for me." She said with a smirk, squeezing her walls in and making my dick feel like it was going to pop.
My hands balled up the sheets of her bed, desperately stopping myself from just fucking her silly.
But her father was literally right outside my door, if he opened it he would see me deep inside her fucking daughter.
He'd kill me, he'd beat the shit out of me but the thought of it thrilled me as I felt so damn dirty.
"Mm, okay." He replied. And then the doorknob returned to its original position, no longer being tried to turned.
Coast is clear, but the hot mess on my hips didn't seem to go away.
Lust, I had it bad. I grabbed her hips and started to mercilessly pound her cunt, our wet juices making a mess between our hips and the sound of skin slapping sounded louder than usual.
"Taeyeon fuck, I-I-"
"Say it, I wanna hear you fucking say it." I growled.
"You're a horny little one Taetae. Fucking me infront of my dad like that?" Her seductive husky voice made me twitch, pound into her harder and faster than before.
"Yeah?"
"Mm, baby you know he'd kill you if he saw. You like that don't you? Fucking me in front of my family?" She said, her tits bouncing in force with each thrust I managed to pull.
Her fingertips trailed along my chest, distracting me from her dirty words.
"Fuck me like you mean it. I want my dad to know you're the only man who can make me cum for you, the one I can't leave because your cock makes me scream." She mutters, eyes locking into mine and I lost it.
"You're so fucking dirty, so fucking good." I blurted, my sweat trickling down the side of my head. My breath was rapid, my chest practically heaving.
I dipped my two fingers into her cunt, pumping into her along with my cock. She shook her head, hand on my fingers pulling them out to taste herself, sucking on my fingers to get them wet as fuck as she guided them down and placed it on her clit.
I rubbed her, playing with her bundle of nerves that got her jerking arching her back for me. She squirmed and her moans got louder and louder. I snapped my hips the hardest, desperate to hear my names come out of her lips, driving in so deep she stiffened and clenched on me the hardest with a silent scream.
If that wasn't enough I felt her bite on my shoulder, nails piercing my skin and still dragging them down my back relentlessly. I groaned at the pain, my cock still impaling her and her throbbing spasm cunt that enveloped my dick.
Her inner muscles felt like it was sucking me in, grabbing my cock and not wanting to let go because I soon felt her wetness come out in a wave, wetting her thighs and mine.
"Mine, you're fucking mine and no one else's." I growled.
It felt too good, too much and the sensation built up in a course of a few seconds. I grunted as I felt myself also stiffen, holding onto the side of her head and pressing it against my shoulder as I came inside her, cum splashing thick ropes in her hot cavern.
"Mm, fuck Taeyeon." She groaned, hand rubbing my abs as usual to coax me from my climax. Her walls periodically squeezed my cock, milking me of my cum.
I laid on her, breathless and fucked out of it. I sat up, brushing my hair back as I slowly pulled out of our glistening mess. I came too much, so much that some started to seep out of her pussy lips.
Her soft whimper and shudder almost made me not, but I wanted to see it.
Our cum was mixed together, our thighs soaked in it and I glanced at the contracting cunt that dripped translucent liquid onto the bed, making a dark looking stain on the bed.
I pulled out my cock, watching as her gaping hole clenched and twitch at the loss of my length.
My white thick arousal trickled out of her entrance, and damn it looked so good. Her cunt started to push some of it out forcibly and it added to the pooling wet mess we made on the bed.
"Byun." She muttered, eyes staring at mine as I kept switching between looking at her and her cunt.
"Sorry." I apologized, laying my sweaty body on hers, feeling her hand trace nice soothing circles on my back.
"Baby, your excitement is hard to miss." She whispered in my ear and I groaned.
"Your fault for being too sexy." I mumbled. Sighing as I wanted to just sleep.
"Tired already? Whatever happened to playboy, fuckboy Taeyeon?" She teased, giggling.
"I-I can't last long when you're too hot. Leave me alone." I said, kissing her cheek, caressing her ass in the process.
"Can't believe we just, did that." I mumbled, hand still being a lil pervert.
"Mm, I wonder what other fantasies you have." She purred, licking my ear and this was clearly not the time for me to tell her my kinks.
I rolled off her and was going to turn off the little lamp but she pulled at my arm. "Hm, I don't want to sleep on the bed Tae."
"Why not." I asked, findings her weird.
"It's dirty. . ." She trailed off, darting her eyes at the bed and I realized the wet spot. Right right.
I laughed so hard, loud that her father came knocking on the door again.
Fany cupped my mouth with her palm, telling me to 'shh.' "Sorry, Taeyeon likes to talk and laugh in his sleep." She said with a giggle.
Fuck, now he's going to think I'm weird as hell.
She successfully shooed him away he second time and I threw a pillow on my air mattress that her dad insisted I sleep on.
I don't get it, I'm pressing 30, his daughter is 26 and he still wanted me to sleep on the floor scared that I'll do the sexy times with her.
Which I did, mind him.
I gathered her up in my arms and put on my shirt for her, only because it looked so hair rippingly hot.
I laid my pretty lady on the mattress on the floor and pulled the covers over us.
I settle in comfortable and she wrapped her body on mine, kissing my cheek and even though the lights were so dim she had a bright smile.
"Why are you looking at me like that hm?" I said, finding it weird when she kept staring at me like I was made of gold.
"I like you." She stated seriously.
"Well, call me Romeo but I happen to love you, not like. Love." I cooed, snuggling close to piglet.
"Oh shut up, go to sleep before dad comes knocking on the door again."
"You wouldn't let him scratch me." I muttered.
"You have a black eye." She murmured, touching it and I had t back away from her fingers because she kept poking if.
It kind of hurt.
I hummed, leaning into her feeling her arms wrap around my neck. "We'll be okay, I promise I'll stay." She whispered. I kissed her in response, maybe a little too long because she pulled away and shook her head. I like her, and she's kissable and or tasty.
But shit. My heart popped once again, those are some of the words I loved to hear.
"Night Taetae."
I hummed, hands holding my piglet close possessively. Not wanting anything to take her away from me.
It'll be like taking a part of me, kind of.