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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“Were these really for me?” Izzy asked as she arranged the bouquet in a pitcher as Hobi did the final tasks of ending the day.
“Yes, I ordered them specially for you. Do you know what they mean?” he asked.
Izzy shook her head and he wrapped his arms around her as he explained.
“The pink camellias mean that you are longing for someone and that person is missed,” he paused as she buried her face in the blooms. He reached and wiped a tear from her face. He knew they would make her cry.
“The red ones,” he said, taking one from the vase and handing it to her, “ mean, passion,” he paused and kissed her
“Deep desire,” he said kissing her again.
He took her and cradled her in his arms, closely watching her face.
“And love, “he said softly, “ I love you Izzy,” he leaned in for a long lingering kiss.
“I love you.”
She blinked back her tears and stood on tip toe, pressing her lips to his again and again.
“I love you Hobi,” she said through tears,” I have wanted to tell you that for so so very long. I love you!” she said as she kissed him through laughter and tears.
He swept her in his arms and carried her to his bed, the camellia crushed between them, his heart pounding at the feel of her ear pressed to his chest.
He gently set her down and turned back the covers, handing her bear while he tossed the other pillows in the floor. He watched as she gave the tattered animal a hug and put him on the table beside the bed.
They pulled off the clothes they had found at the studio, letting the fall unheeded to the floor.
Izzy crawled in the bed sighing in pleasure. Hobi crawled in behind her and turned out the lights. She reached for him and he could tell the soft bed and long day were pulling her under. One more kiss and he joined her in dreamless sleep.
Hobi struggled to come awake the next morning. He was trying to remember something important but all he could think about was the sharp elbow digging in his ribs.
He frowned as he came more awake. There was a soft leg draped over his thigh and his blanket was missing.
He had a moment of panic, scrambling to remember last night and trying to piece together who was in his bed.
Then his eyes flew open.
Izzy!
Izzy was here and she was his and she said she would stay.
He shifted in the bed, just enough to see her- and dislodge her elbow from his side.
He could only stare at her. He had seen her sleeping plenty of times, in her dorm room, on his ratty old couch, even that one time in econ after an all nighter.
But this was different. He had never seen her sleeping in his bed with the promise to stay there.
He smoothed her hair away from her face and tried to shift her into a more comfortable position.
Once she felt his gentle push back to her side of the bed she began to struggle.
Hobi could not tell if she was mad or afraid, but one thing he learned this morning was that Izzy was a fighter in her sleep.
He managed to stay away from her kicks under the cover as he called her name.
She seemed to be running in her dreams, her hands pulling and reaching for something.
“ Hobi!” she called out, and he frowned at the fear he heard there.
“ Shhhh….” He soothed, “ you’re safe.”
Her eyes flew open and she blinked slowly.
“ Hobi?” she asked, reaching to touch his face.
He smiled and kissed her, leaning into her as she grabbed him in a hard embrace.
“ You got me this time,” she mumbled into his ear.
He kissed her again and settled her comfortably into the bed.
“ Yes sweet Izzy, I got you this time,” he whispered.
She closed her eyes and settled back down and Hobi was content to watch her sleep.
He waited until his arm AND his leg were numb before he pulled away. He carefully crawled from the bed and left her sleeping. The air travel, the emotion of the previous week, the passion of last night had taken it’s toll.
He smiled and headed for the shower then did the things he needed to do that day. He checked on her frequently, thinking he should get her out and into the sunshine, but he did not have the heart to disturb her just yet.
In the early afternoon he heard her stir and went in to see if she was awake.
He smiled at her groans as she stretched, appreciating the view as she threw off the covers.
She caught him in the door and rather than be embarrassed she smiled and stumbled past him to the bathroom. He sat on the bed to wait for her listening to the water running and the sounds of her rummaging through the vanity drawers.
She headed right to him when she emerged and he had to laugh at her. She had obviously taken a few minutes to freshen up but her hair remained a rumpled mess.
“ Here,” he said, spreading his legs and pulling her close,” let me just….”
His hands gently tugged at her hair to try to restore some kind of order. She moved closer to him, enjoying his soft “offf” as she settled against him.
He looked at her and she had the grace to blush. She could see lust and love and affection all glinting there in his eyes.
He dropped his hands to her hips and pressed his lips to a mark he had left the night before. She threaded her fingers in his hair and sighed.
“ Do you have to go to work?” she asked her tone and her face clearly telegraphing what she hoped the answer would be.
He laughed, the sound shaking through her whole body, his face lighting her soul.
“Izzy,” he said, then kissed her. “It is Sunday afternoon, almost 1:30,” he answered.
He kissed her again at the adorable confusion on her face.
“Do you want to go get brunch?” he asked.
She shook her head “no”.
“Do you want to go to the loft and pick up your bag?” he offered.
Again, she shook her head.
“Do you want to go help me clean the studio?” he asked and then laughed at the guilt that flooded her face.
“Oh Hobi!” she said, “ I forgot about that!! Mrs. Kim will be checking,” she moved away from him but he grabbed her and pulled her back to him, landing the both in a pile on the bed.
“Don’t fret,” he said softly, the laughter now replaced with other emotions. “I snuck off and did it while you were sleeping the day away,” he confessed.
She caught the husk in his voice and leaned to kiss him, hunger flaring as she tugged at the tee shirt he had thrown on.
“So,” he said, pulling the shirt over his head, “ was there something you wanted to do this afternoon?”
