Kang Dak-Ho was a killer. He knew that. That's why he didn't do such trivial things as love. Then he saw Milan, and wondered what his name would look like carved into her skin.
Milan. Well she's just trying to keep her shit together, find stable inc...
I blinked groggily, feeling a heavy weight on me as Dak-Ho was on top of me. He stirred peacefully, his features soft and his breathing slow.
I looked down at him, his long lashes which fluttered when he moved around, his pink lips were soft and plump.
He was so pretty.
I played in his hair, comforted as our nude bodies pressed together. His head lay against my breasts, his lower body stretching far past mines as his feet hanged slightly off the bed.
"Hey baby." He cooed, his voice deep and groggy as he just woke up.
"Hey, beautiful," I kissed his forehead, he turned, so that now we were on our side, his face still on my breasts.
"Good morning you two. Mi and Lan." He directed to my breasts, he pecked the two of them which made me crack a smile.
"Did you name my tits?" I questioned, a crack in my voice, he nodded, proudly, as he continued to speak to them.
"We should make breakfast together." I announced, he looked up at me, smiling before it turned to a frown.
"Fuck, my dad is coming."
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"What the fuck do you mean 'lets do it in the shower again', your father figure is coming to our home and you want to dick me down!?" I cried out, stripping as I turned to shower on to too hot, jumping back and turning it down.
"I was just joking-," he turned the heat down, pulling back the curtain for me, "-sort of. Either way, it's not anything formal he just wants to meet you, I want to meet your family too, you know." He inched in, kissed my cheek as he lathered soap onto my body.
"This is the first time I'm meet your dad, though. And I imagine him to be like really super scary and have a cane and wear a long trenchcoat with a suit under." I explained, he looked taken aback.
"You got him almost to a T. But he isn't scary, he just doesn't know how to react to things he doesn't understand," I gave him a look.
"How does he feel about the LGBT?" He got quiet for a moment.
"He wants to understand," he nodded with his answer, kissing me as we got under the water.
"But still-" he looked at me deeply, his gaze intense.
"Baby." He said, leaving kisses down my neck, "there is nothing I can say to make you believe me until you see him, okay?" He reaches past me, his lips brushing mine, as he turns the water off.
"Fine, but I swear to God if he..." I decided not to make a racism joke.
"What a shower wasted, we could've fucked." He muttered, wrapping a towel around me.
I applied lip gloss and looked in the mirror.
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