Cute Concept ( 한솔 )

9

I spent the day in the bedroom, locked within it due to the fact that I "talk back too much". I had been in a particularly bitchy mood that day.

However, I wasn't bitchy enough to deserve being slammed against the wall and slapped across the face for it.

A red mark sat on my right cheek and tears welled up in my eyes as I sat on the bedroom  floor for what felt like hours. My wrist hurt from the initial pin and bruised just slightly. I had been sobbing, sitting on the floor, knees up to my chest. He was in one of his mean moods and I knew it.

Thats why, when I heard his footsteps outside of the door I froze and nearly sobbed at hearing the door unlatch from the other side.

"Are you quite done yet!?" Hansol asked loudly, gesturing to my crying state.

I held my wrist close to my body and nodded briefly cringing as he came closer like an abused dog. I withered up weakly and hid my face quickly, afraid to be touched by him in any way.

As he kneeled down in front of me I hoped to God he had found the decency I knew he had within him and would decide to be nice towards me. Thankfully, I was half right.

He grabbed me roughly by the collar of my shirt and yanked me close to him, my face cushioned by his chest as he stroked my hair. I could tell he was angry, but not at me.

"Im sorry jagi..." he said softly into my hair, kissing the top of my head, rocking back and fourth to calm me down a bit.

I could tell he felt my rapid heart beat. It was probably as fast as a scared mouse's. I could feel it in my chest and hear it loud and clear in my ears.

Gradually, I started to calm down again and he pushed my chin up with his thumb and index finger before kissing me on the lips hard. I knew he was sorry. I felt it.

"My beautiful girl..." he murmured," You've been cooped up in here all day." his tone was laced with real sorrow as he got to his feet and helped me up, walking me out to the living room where he sat down on the couch, opening his arms for me to join him...and so I did.

Curling up really small, I pushed my face into the crook of his neck tiredly as his arms wrapped around me, embracing me with warmth.

Rain came down hard outside and hit the windows rapidly as I contently shut my eyes. Hansol began to hum  sweetly just loud enough for me to hear, once in a while he would emit a soft word or two

I made a content sighing noise as my eyes shut. I gripped Hansol's shirt tightly as an affectionate hand caressed my cheek, rubbing away the sour feeling from earlier. It no longer stung but tingled slightly beneath his delicate touch.

Being out for a while, I handn't known that Hansol had left at all but I certainly knew when he returned. He slammed the door shut and trudged into the living room, his face a tint of pink-red.

"Nakta thinks you're here against your own will!" he nearly yelled," You love me... Right Jae?"

I didn't answer for a moment,"Right Jae?" he repeated again, this time louder.

I hadn't even had the chance to open my mouth before he grabbed me so I let out a forced," I suppose- yeah!"

This was the wrong answer, I knew it was the moment it escaped between my lips but I had nothing else to say.

He sat on the floor and began to sob silently  into his hands... I only followed, dropping to my knees and hugging him for consolation," I didn't mean for it to sound that way!"

Hansol wasn't buying it and just shook me off of him , setting his jaw slightly," You.. Don't... Love me." He mumbled very slowly between sobs.

With the little courage I could muster up, I pushed between his legs and popped up right in front of his face before kissing him softly for a longer time than I had meant. Luckily, he accepted it.

"I love you..." I managed, pulling away to catch my breath before being drawn back into the kiss.

His lips were rough and dry from the cold outside, his palms rough as he cuppsed my soft face. Part of me enjnoyed the difference and I leaned up to kiss back faster and harder than before.

Everything was quiet other than the movement of our lips together... All I wanted was more. For the first time, I was actually interested in sex.

I moved my hips against his eagerly with a soft but pleasured sigh.