Forbidden Fruit: An Enhypen Romance

Seven- Surrender

I awoke one morning to the sound of light tapping on my door. I sat up in bed, and saw a slip of paper being shoved underneath it.

"What the?.." I yawned sleepily. I got up and went to pick the paper up off the floor.

Be sick today, I have a surprise for you~

-Hee ♥

"Sick?" I stretched, my brain taking a second to catch up. Suddenly, another knock came at my door and startled me. I quickly, but quietly leaped back into bed.

"Hana? Are you awake?" Called Sunghoon, " It's breakfast time!" he knocked again.

Shit, uh... I tried to muster my most convincing fake cough, and answered. "Sorry guys, you'll have to eat without me. I'm not feeling too well today." I whined, adding a few more coughs for good measure.

"Sick? Strange, Heeseung said he was sick today too. I hope it doesn't pass to the rest of us!" he said, backing away from the door.  "Just rest and feel better, okay!" he added.

"Thanks!" I coughed.

I waited in bed for what felt like a long while, I could hear the boys' muffled voices as they all got ready for work. They were going to be at the dance studio all day preparing for an upcoming gig.

I could hear them all clamoring and laughing. Then I heard the front door shut. Then silence.

I waited for a moment to make sure they were gone, but once I started to get up, my door flew open and Heeseung ran into my room, flinging his whole body onto my bed with an excited grin stretched across his face.

"Finally!" he laughed, "I thought they'd never leave!" He crawled up to me and wrapped his arms around my waist, kissing my cheek before resting his head in the crook of my neck. He smelled so sweet, that same blood orange scent I've come to adore. I kissed his forehead and held him close to me, laying with him for a few moments before finally asking, "So what's this surprise you have planned? It must be good for you to skip work like this."

"Maybe you're just a bad influence on me," He breathed, nuzzling my collarbone.

"If that's so then I'll just have to break-up with you, then." I said.

His head shot up, his eyes meeting mine. "Don't even joke like that. My heart would break into a million pieces, and I would never recover. Do you want me to die?" He said, giving me puppy-dog eyes as he batted his long eyelashes.

I laughed at his theatrics and nudged him away, "Yeah right." I laughed.

"You question my love?" He asked, his eyes becoming mischievous.

He grabs the sheet and throws it over our heads. He begins to tickle me.

I Laugh and squirm beneath him, begging him to stop. His eyes began to soften along with his touch. His fingers begin to trace along my bare ribs, my stomach, going lower and lower until his fingers are dancing tenderly below my belly button.

"I don't want you to ask me to stop..." He said, his voice deepened and sultry.

"Heeseung..." I breathe, our eyes not leaving one another.

He removes his shirt. His body is stunning, hardened and rippled from all the vigorous dancing over the years. I watch his chest rise and fall in anticipation, and I'm powerless to stop his hands as they gently run beneath my shirt, tickling my skin in a way that makes the familiar desire pool in the pit of my stomach.

He leans down, his lips wasting no time finding mine as his hands explore. I wrap my arms around his neck, allowing my own hands to trace the rippled muscles in his back.

He moans lightly against my mouth, kissing me deeper, more intensely.

"I want you, Hana." He pants. He's so beautiful in the glowing sunlight that filters through the white sheet, making him look like an angel. "I want all of you; Your body, your heart... I want you to give it to me willingly." he sighs, his lips grazing my jaw as he whispers these words sensually in my ear.

"Why? Why me?" I ask, overwhelmed by these feelings he brings out in me.

"Because you have all of me, my heart beats only because you allow it... I love you, Hana."

My heart swells to the point of nearly bursting, He's never told me he loves me before. I hold him close to me as he continues to trail gentle kisses down my neck and collarbone.

I never meant to love him, I didn't come to South Korea to find love. Love had done nothing but hurt me. Love controlled me. Love beat me. Love frightened me so badly that I couldn't rest at night. But Heeseung has shown me a different way.

Heeseung's love was gentle, kind and lighthearted, his love was exciting and genuine. It touches my soul and makes me want to be everything he could ever want or need in his walk through life. His love protects me from pain, instead of inflicting it. I could breathe again, because he was my air.

"I Love you too... I love you so much Heeseung." I said, my eyes welling up with joyous tears.

He smiled, and pressed his lips to mine once again, and I could feel the happiness in his touch. I was his. And with my unwavering consent, I surrendered my body to his desires.

And we danced...