Choi Misun, the only heir to her father's throne, was a regular teenage girl who was born with high position. She liked to be with her friends, go on walks and read romance novels. She also had many duties as a princess, one of them being to find a...
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Choi Misun
Laying on the couch, our clothes being thrown over the chair at my desk and our limbs tangled together. The sofa is not very spacious so we have to be as close as possibly can, neither of us minding it.
We didn't go past anything we haven't already tried. Even if I really wanted to in the moment and I think he might have wanted to go further as well. I would love to have the freedom to do whatever I wish for. Even if only for a minute or two.
"What has gotten you so into mood after the wedding?" Yoongi questioned, his fingers trailing over my upper arm.
"I just really missed you. Throughout the whole ride, ceremony, lunch and the dancing," I answered without hesitation, my own hand trailing over his torso.
He was addicting. Everything about him was. He was my addiction.
"I missed you while being here, too," he admitted, his cheeks red. I didn't know whether it was from his confession of his feelings or from what we had done just a few moments ago.
"Well...I think we made up for all the lost time in the few minutes we have been here." I let out a little laugh and he poked me in the ribs.
"And half of that time was spent with me untying the laces of your dress." He ponted at my red dress on the table. It did take him quite a while to undo it.
"I wonder how much time it will take you to lace it back up once we get up."
"I take it as a dare and I promise I will fulfill it. If I manage to tie it in five minutes, you will have to give me a kiss." He wiggled his fingers to show me he is ready for tying.
"Didn't your fingers get tired though?" I tease him. He spent a gracious time working with just them.
"They can take it. And if I am being honest, I wouldn't mind it. As long as you get a happy ending when they stop working." I throw my head back onto the seat since I was laying partially on him, letting out a very ugly laugh.
"Thank you for your service, Yoongi." I pat his chest, sitting up to lean against the armrest. "As much as I would love to stay here with you all day, I really think it would be for the best to get dressed now. My parents may get home soon and my father might want to have a word with me because I left a little earlier so I might be in trouble. I don't know where I stand with him at the moment so I have no idea how he will react."
Yoongi sat up too, looking at me with sad eyes. "I hope it will be all right, Misun. You should have stayed if you knew you were going to be in trouble."
"No, I shouldn't have. Katherine gave me permission after I explained my situation to her and she fully supported me leaving. I wanted to be with you." I palm his cheek in adoring way. "Now, let's put our clothes on."
