domestic (un)bliss || 18+

the store room

Every moment in Gaeun's presence is spent praying that she doesn't think Wook is some sort of a sexual deviant for making her do the things she did to him.

In his defense, he didn't know that he'd thoroughly enjoy being burnt or choked or dominated until he was burnt and choked and dominated. Not that Gaeun actually burnt him. The sharpness of her heat—if he had any other way of phrasing it then he would, honestly—had sent pleasurable jolts all across his body, the kind he had never felt before. And boy, had he loved every moment of it.

None of the servants had breathed a word about the state in which their clothes had been found in the garden. Although, Servant Lee had held up his ripped tunic and pointedly announced that he guessed 'Young Master won't be needing this rag anymore'.

Wook had never felt more mortified in front of the household.

When he sits across from her during lunch, Wook can't look Gaeun in the eye without picturing her on top of him in the dark, flushed and flawless while holding him prisoner. A far too enthusiastic prisoner, he corrects himself, glancing at Gaeun's mouth.

He stares too intently, enraptured by her tongue when it peeks out to subtly lick her lower lip. That tongue was on my throat he thinks and promptly chokes on a piece of cabbage.

"Are you okay?" Gaeun asks with mild concern.

"Yes," he manages to wheeze. Great. Now she's going to think he's even more pathetic.

Late in the evening, Kim Dojoo tricks him into going to one of the farthest storerooms to fetch her a small chest and locks him in with Gaeun, who was rummaging through his father's old texts. Wook should have known this would happen. Kim Dojoo rarely makes him 'fetch' something.

"Have you ever been on a farm?" Gaeun asks out of the blue, rubbing her chin as she frowns at the contents of a scroll. She's been coming down here far too often to read these days.

Wook tries to pull and kick the door but it doesn't budge. "Never had the good fortune to find myself in one," he huffs sarcastically. He's already sweating from the minimal effort.

Without looking up from the long scroll, she continues, "Often, in farms, they lock animals in cages together until they end up going at each other."

He has several questions: how did she find herself on a farm sometime in the past and how does she know what she just said. Wook, instead, chooses to gape at her and mumble, "What the hell..."

"Yes, I feel Madam Kim is doing the same to us."

The store room is cramped. It's a single room with dusty chests sitting on top of several scrollshelves arranged in rows and columns. There are cobwebs decorating the ones in the back. Old, wooden footstools are scattered between the shelves. It's dim and quiet and Wook's brain gets to work without his permission.

His mind shows him pictures of Gaeun which make him grateful that her powers don't lie in telepathy or mindreading. When she glances at him out of the corner of her eyes, he thinks of the way she had pinned him down. He sees the way she had looked at him that night, whispering that she'd let him touch her only if he was good.

I'm being good now, he thinks begrudgingly, I've been good for days.

"Aren't you going to open the door?" He asks, leaning the small of his back against a table.

"No," she replies flatly, still reading, "I'm busy."

Wook lets out another frustrated huff. It isn't smart of him to be in close proximity with her, given the wicked path his thoughts are taking. He crosses his arms, looks around, counts the cobwebs in the back and does everything he can to distract himself from the fact that he wants to touch Gaeun.