Tokki

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Jeongguk ended up asking me to stay again that night and the night after and the night after. Eventually it just became routine for him to rise early every morning, shower, and get dressed, then leave me with a kiss on the forehead as he went to practice.

I would sometimes go out and do my own thing and of course, the weekends were completely ours and we would venture out and find simple American things that Jeongguk would just completely be in awe of. But I was always there when he got out of practice. I was always in bed beside him as we laid down to go to sleep.

To be honest, at least to me, the routine felt kind of like that of a newly wed couple. The morning rise, the quick shower, the goodbye kiss, and off to work. It was a hotel, so there was no cooking or cleaning on my part but we ate dinner together, whether in the hotel or outside, and he snuggled me at night better than the best teddy bear. I began to fall in love with just being with him, waiting for him even. Our time together had become the best thing in my lonely life and I was so so grateful to Jeongguk for giving me that.

One night, as we sat and ate our room service dinner, watching something other than friends because he had decided I should be able to watch something that I fancied, I looked over at the cute bunny, coincidentally munching on a baby carrot. I couldn't have stopped myself if I tried as I leaned over and squeezed his chubby cheeks with both hands.

"Nae tokki," I cooed over him and he blushed right under my palms. He had gotten used to me calling him bunny by now as the endearing nickname I had given him was not going away. But it still always got a rise out of him and he pulled me quickly into his arms burying his burning face into my neck.

"Noonaaaa," he whimpered, completely embarrassed. I had to get used to this touchy feely stuff too. It wasn't common here in the states but in Korea it was called "skinship" and Jeongguk almost always needed to touch me somehow. After that first week and finally getting an understanding of what it meant for him, I allowed it. It made me feel good too so it was really no use in trying to shy away from it, common or not.

I pushed him back and kissed his nose, his arms still wrapped around me. His long lashes grazed over his cheeks as his eyes fluttered shut with my actions. He looked so beautiful, so pure. His fair skin glowing as puberty was finally letting him live. His cheekbones pulled high as he showed off his shy smile. His lips covered in a slight sheen of grease as fried chicken was his dinner tonight which only brought out the pale rose coloring of them. I bent to run my own lips across them. To just get a nibble of what that purity must taste like.

Jeongguk's eyes grew wide but he stood stock still. I giggled at his reaction before doing it again, this time being a bit more intentional as I added a little more pressure with my lips into his. As expected he tasted like sunshine and a cool breeze. Satisfied, I placed another innocent peck to his nose and moved to distance us.

But Jeongguk didn't let go. He held on to me, not letting me move an inch. I honestly thought his reaction was cute, thought he was still in a state of shock. But, I was soon to find out, he wasn't.

Enthusiastically, Jeongguk brought his lips to mine again. He pressed against me so hard, I could feel our teeth mushing together just under the skin of our lips.

After several painful seconds, I gently pushed against his shoulders, letting him know that was enough of that. He quickly pulled away, adhering to my goading but he was also quick to try again. This time I chucked under his lips, keeping my hands at his shoulders to control the pressure.

In my mind, I knew this was just his hormones. Probably had never even sniffed a girl before and this was more than likely his first real kiss.

I indulged him a bit, letting him keep his mouth pressed to mine. I withdrew some, giving him several sweet pecks as I moved my head this way and that, mimicking a french kiss. I noticed the urgency rising in him, his hands now moving up and down my back, the moans that occupied the more fervored movements in his lips. I felt his grip on me tighten and felt the push of my body with his as he tried to lay me back. I kept indulging him in his discovery of what felt good to him because, hell, it felt good to me too.