This is the fourth story in the Undone series.
This is Jung Hoseok's time to shine.
He is taking control of a new project at Stellar Design, and he has decided it's time to take control of his love life as well. He is weary of being alone, and he...
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Izzy had no idea how much time had passed before she began to be aware of the room around her. She noticed the room was larger.
“ Is the studio bigger? “ she asked, propping up on his chest.
She loved the pride on his face as he told her about the expansion and shared his plans.
“It even has a shower now!” he confided.
“Oh! Do you want to shower now?” he asked, as if he was suddenly aware they were naked and lying on the floor of his studio.
She laughed and kissed him.
She needed a shower, but right now she was fighting exhaustion and jet lag and really only wanted him to take her to bed and hold her while she slept.
“Next time, ok?” she asked and watched his eyes darken at that promise. “Right now, let’s just clean up a bit and…” she yawned as if on cue.
“You are so tired, “ he said, a hint of guilt nagging at him.
“Let me help you,” he said as he stood and helped her to her feet, taking the excuse to hold and kiss her again before he led her to the shower and dressing rooms.
“Ladies,” he said, pointing her in one direction, “ and gentlemen,” he said, nodding to the door on the left.
He watched her inside and then went to collect their clothes from around the studio.
He went into the office and found a team sweatshirt Lyra had designed and digging thru the lost and found grabbed her a pair of leggings.
He knocked on the door as he heard the water running, feeling rather foolish as he remembered her thrashing in his arms a few moments ago. She came to the door and laughed, the flush on her face revealing she had been thinking the same.
She kissed him and held the Hoodie up to her.
“ This is perfect she said, taking the clothes from him. “ Just a moment more,” she said and he headed to the men’s room to tidy up as well.
He shoved the costume in his locker and grabbed a pair of sweats from the bag he kept there.
Izzy was waiting for him when he came out. She kissed him and he just stood staring, wondering how this day had turned out like this.
“Ready to go home?” he asked.
She felt the tears start as she thought about how far they had come and what that word meant.
She nodded and took his hand and started to the door.
As they were collecting their shoes, the door swung open and Izzy wished right then that there was a hole to crawl into.
There stood Mrs. Kim with her arms full of bags and flowers from the recital.
The panic on their faces would have been comical if they didn’t look so damn guilty. They hadn’t even locked the door!
Hobi recovered first as he jumped to take the packages from Mrs. Kim.
“Just put them in the office,” she instructed him as she set the rest of the bags down.
She smiled at Izzy. “ I remember you, the dance partner, no?” the older woman said.
“ No….I mean yes….I mean, the recital was wonderful. You did such a good job with the kids,” Izzy said.
“Thank you,” Mrs. Kim replied. “I am very proud – of everyone tonight,” she said, pinning Hobi with a look as he reentered the room.
He bowed a deep bow to the older woman and thanked her for all she had done.
“Now! Away with you! I am tired and I am sure you are too,” she said.
Neither of them dared look at the other, but Izzy wondered if Hobi’s face was as red as hers felt.
“Hoseok, you left this bouquet on the stage. I am sure it was for someone special,” Mrs. Kim said handing him the bouquet of red and pink camellias. He looked at Izzy then took it from the teacher, surprising her with a kiss on the cheek.
“ They are. Thank you, for everything,” he said as she shooed them toward the door.
“Good night you two,” she called, “ and Hoseok?”
He turned to see what she needed.
“ I expect this floor and that mirror to be spotless by Monday,” she instructed.
They both looked to where she was pointing and Hoseok nearly choked. There they saw several very large handprints and various other incriminating smudges on the mirror in somewhat compromising positions.
“Yes ma’am,” he managed before he dragged a mortified Izabelle out the door behind him.
They made it to the corner before they collapsed against the building in a fit of laughter which then led to them kissing under the street light until they heard Mrs. Kim round the corner on her way to her car.
“Go HOME!” she scolded.
“Just making sure you are safe,” Hobi called as he finally pulled Izzy toward home.
