The sun filtered in through half broken blinds, illuminating the two figures, wrapped in a cocoon of tangled limbs and broken hearts. Hee-won was curled into his chest, her back pressed firm against his torso, their legs intertwined beneath a thin piece of of fabric with Hae-jo's strong arms woven around her own like a safety net. Together, molded into Bong-suk's peeling sofa, the busy and noisy world around them dimmed and the ticking clock that loomed over their heads slowed for the first time in a while.
"Why did you take the knife?" he asked, voice low and pained. His fingers grazed over her bandaged scar while her hands delicately played with his own before her eyes.
"Well, it's not like I asked to be stabbed" she remarked sarcastically, a slight roll of her eyes which resulted in a small pinch to her side. Hee-won let out a small yelp in return.
"Can you ever not be sarcastic" he chided and she placed an offended hand to her chest, peaking at him from behind long innocent eyelashes.
"That's like telling me not to breathe" she guffawed and he huffed in amusement. She got comfortable in his arms again and interlaced their fingers.
"I guess I just got unlucky" she eventually said as he wove his arms tighter around her, pulling her close and never wanting to let go again.
"Or lucky" he refuted and suddenly, with one strong tug, she was lifted up and onto his lap before she could blink. He slid her beneath him, hovering over her with his arm holding him up against the armrest while the other caressed down the length of her body.
" Definitely lucky" she mused, a beautiful grin tugging at her lips as she gazed up at him through half lidded eyes and a lustful stare. He found himself crumbling before her. She raised her hands to drag her thumb across his healing bottom lip, watching with a growing fire in her chest as his eyes darkened and breath stilled. Her thumb slipped, and with the growing desire brewing between them, she leaned up and captured his lips with hers.
