Olivia Scott had the best and worst of childhoods.
Her own parents were frightfully distant, never appearing more than once a twice a week from her youngest years, leaving her often in the care of others.
Thankfully, the others that those people had...
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Namjoon walked into his room and set you down on the bed. He started to take off his suit coat, and when he turned to sit on the bed, he saw how you had moved the furniture around.
He swiveled his head to stare at you with an eyebrow raised.
"This was just a quick trip home. Just for me to talk through some things," you explained, and Namjoon nodded.
"I notice Eomma and Appa aren't here," he began and you quickly explained the weekend in the city and the dress fitting on Monday. He grinned when you said you'd used his name to get a reservation at Goan and shrugged.
"Well, I might have wanted to eat there too," he began, and you quickly interjected.
"Well but you weren't supposed to be here at all. Why are you here," you asked, and that eyebrow raised up again.
"Is that what you really want to talk about right now Livie," he asked. You saw the smirk hiding in his golden eyes and thought of every possible reaction you had, which wasn't just jumping on him and stripping him naked. In every fantasy you'd had of the two of you getting back together again, not a single one had involved you wearing cotton pajama pants, his shirt, no makeup and your hair thrown together in a messy braid.
There he was, looking as amazing as you could have possibly dreamed, in a made to order suit that fit like a glove. His tan had started to come back, as had the more healthy pallor to his skin. He didn't look like someone who had spent months in a hospital bed.
He looked delectable.
When the eyebrow winged up once more, he looked like he knew exactly what you were thinking. You quickly took internal stock to make sure you weren't obviously drooling and then glanced back to find him still watching you.
"Well Liv?"
You blinked and had to seriously dig to remember what it was he had asked you. Something that must have shown on your face as he just laughed and dragged you onto his lap.
"Well," he asked again, the laughter still in his voice.
"No, Oppa," you whispered. His eyebrow stayed raised in question, but he waited. Apparently, this was your choice.
Honestly. Like you'd ever had a chance against yourself.
You leaned in and pressed a small kiss against one cheek, then the other. You drew back to see him watching you solemnly, but you felt his arms come around you.
"Again," the word nearly guttural as he uttered it, causing you to smile before you did as he requested. This time, you leaned in to press a kiss against his lips. Hesitantly, then more firmly, when you felt his hands open and then fist on your back.
Satisfied with the response, you worked yourself a little closer and wrapped your arms around his neck once more, before you let your need take over.
You let your tongue push between his lips and heard his hum of approval. You felt his hands move from your back. One hand came up to your hair, which you felt him wrap around his fist, and the other to caress your ass, and then nudge you ever closer.
