Aeonian | Choi Jong-In

006 : ALWAYS BEEN YOU

Nara liked to associate S-Rank hunters to inhuman beings. Berserkers. Wolves. Griffins. Lizards. Lions. Tigers. You get the gist.

But, this man, she knew exactly what he reminded her off.

A dragon.

Through and thorough.

She stood in the dressing room, a curtain separating her from the store. Her purple eyes went over the dress she wore, hands smoothing out the creases.

"That bastard." She murmured as her eyes skimmed over herself.

Nara pushed open the curtains and stepped out of the room, revealing the dress and herself. There he sat on the couch, right in front of her, legs spread as he leaned back, arms crossed. She was certain that those couches were made of material pricier than this dress.

"Now I really need a picture." He smirked as his eyes gazed over her.

"You insolent man." She clicked her tongue, crossing her arms.

"I'm just being honest."

"I know. I'm hot." She rolled her eyes, not caring about his words. Nara stood in front of the full-body mirror, her purple eyes going over herself.

His ruby red eyes traced every curve, every inch of her. The red dress hugged her like skin. A silk dress that had a slightly tight corset top with thin straps and a more loose lower part. The dress, itself, ended mid-thigh, underneath, she had black sheer stockings. The fabric creased in places it was designed to.

"Yeah," His gaze was steady and hot as his eyes never left her, "You are."

"You said something?" Nara turned back to him from looking at full-body mirror when she felt he said something.

"No. Actually, take a seat, I've got something for you." He said and Nara sighed before walking over to him and sitting down beside him.

"Now what?"

Without speaking, he got and crouched down on one knee in front of her, his hand extending to his left where the manager gave him a box. Nara's eyes widened when he knelt down in front of her.

"Choi what are you–" She was about to stand up but his gaze, well his hand's firm grip on her knees, held her in place.

A dragon.

"Stay still for a moment." He said as he looked down and opened the box. She watched him with her purple eyes, comprehending what he was doing. The manager and employees had left the private trial room after handing him the box. Nara felt a twinge at the thought of being alone with Choi Jong-In.

He pulled out a pair of black heels - underneath them were red-bottoms. He slid off her shoes, his warm hands feeling like a foreign feeling on her cold feet. Choi slid on the black heels on both feet.

Yet he did not move.

Instead he looked at her.

Her mouth went dry.

"Don't you see?" He said in a low voice.

Nara could not find words to speak.

"You've got the world's Strongest Soldier at your feet. At your beck and call. That's how much power I have given you." His words were heavy. His gaze was heavy.

"I have given myself to you, Kang Nara."

And Choi Jong-In simply smiled as he stood up. Nara looked up at him and then his extended hand.

"Let's go, we still have a date to finish."

•••

They say that S-Class Hunters are humans who have transcended their humanity. These hunters are of the most superior. They embody traits of their powers and one can see that in their demeanor.

Some have fangs, some have a streak of change in their personality or perhaps more. Everyone is different. The power coursing through their veins is different.

The final place he brought her to, for the day was a restaurant.

Nara's eyes were focused on the plate in front of her. A small frown on her lips. Jong-In, noticing it, called for her attention.

"Is something wrong?" He asked curiously.

"This steak is red." She said.

"It's supposed to be like that, it's cooked rare." He said, his eyes trained on every miniscule of her movements.

"I don't like raw meat." She frowned.

"It's not raw, it's rare." He repeated with a smile. Of course he was going to order her something else, he just wanted to tease her.

"Same thing. I don't like it." Nara sighed.

Nara wasn't afraid of voicing out her preferences. Especially in the case of food. She believed that everyone is given the right to choose what they put in their body and no one has to not obey that rule just to please someone.

"Then what do you like?" He asked, resting his head against his fist.

"I like it well-cooked."

Ah, her eyes are gleaming. Jong-In noted to himself.

"Another steak for the lady please, well-cooked." He said to the waiter who nodded, taking away the plate in front of her.

"Do you like wine?" He asked. She doesn't.

He knew. Of course, it was given he knew atleast that much.

"I don't drink alcohol." She shrugged.

"What else do you not like?"

"Well, I don't eat pork."

"Have you tried it?"

"I don't intend to."

"Reasonable."