Fifty shades of Kim

Chapter twenty-six

"My mother liked you."

"Really?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. His words make me feel like I'm floating on air.

"Oh yes," he replies, his chuckle low and husky. "She's always thought I was asexual."

My mouth drops open in surprise, and I recall the question I asked during the interview. "Oh no, why did she think that?" I whisper, my curiosity piqued.

"Because she's never seen me with anyone," he explains, his smile still radiant on his face.

I lean in, intrigued, my mind racing with questions. "Oh... not even one of the fifteen?" I ask, referencing our previous conversation.

He smiles knowingly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You remembered. No, none of the fifteen," he replies, his tone playful and teasing.

"Stop biting that lip," he growls. 

"What's vanilla sex?" I ask, if anything to distract myself from the intense, burning, sexy look he's giving me. He laughs.

"Just straightforward sex, Seokjin. No toys, no added extras." He shrugs. "You know... well actually you don't, but that's what it means."

"Oh." I thought it was chocolate fudge brownie sex that we had, with a cherry on the top. But hey, what do I know?

The waitress brings us soup. We both stare at it rather dubiously.

"Nettle soup," the waitress informs us before turning and flouncing back into the kitchen. I don't think she likes to be ignored by Taehyung. I take a tentative taste. It's delicious. Taehyung and I look up at each other at the same time with relief. I giggle, and he cocks his head to one side.

"That's a lovely sound," he murmurs.

"Why have you never had vanilla sex before? Have you always done... err, what you've done?" I ask, intrigued.

He nods slowly.

"Sort of." His voice is wary. He frowns for a moment and seems to be engaged in some kind of internal struggle. Then he glances up, a decision made. "One of my mother's friends seduced me when I was fifteen."

"Oh." Holy shit that's young! "She had very particular tastes. I was her submissive for six years." He shrugs.

"Oh." My brain has frozen, stunned into inactivity by this admission.

"So, I do know what it involves, Seokjin." His eyes glow with insight.

I stare at him, unable to articulate anything even my subconscious is silent.

"I didn't really have a run-of-the-mill introduction to sex."

Curiosity kicks in big time.

"So, you never dated anyone at college?"

" No." He shakes his head to emphasize the point.

The waitress takes our plates, interrupting us for a moment. "Why?" I ask when she's gone.

He smiles sardonically.

"Do you really want to know?"

"Yes."

"I didn't want to. She was all I wanted, needed. And besides, she'd have beaten the shit out of me." He smiles fondly at the memory.

Oh, this is way too much information-but I want more. "So if she was a friend of your mother's, how old was she?"

He smirks.

"Old enough to know better." 

"Do you still see her?"