road trip.

[40] burn marks

jungHOON focus
"okay, okay, babe — what d'ya think of this one?" haneul squeals excitedly, clapping her hands as she studies herself in the full length mirror. with a delighted smile on her face, she runs her manicured hands down her front, marvelling at the way her silk robe wraps perfectly round her flat stomach. she twirls around afterwords with a vain smile on her pretty face, animatedly watching the way the deep red robe draped over her shoulders sways with her every movements.

"i think this is the one, — it's suits my body type perfectly, right?" haneul smirks, looking over her shoulder at the black-suited male strewn over a shining white leather couch. she quirks an eyebrow at the male, waiting for his answer, but the male is completely oblivious to haneul's looks. he sits there, relaxed in the boutique's couch, smoking the last of his cigarette whilst staring dully into the distance, distracted eyes glazed over in thought.
haneul pouts at this and makes her way towards junghoon, her six inch thigh high boots click clacking against the polished shop floor.

"i didnt ditch kook just for you to stare blankly in the distance when im talking to you." haneul mutters, bending down to become level with junghoon's face. junghoon looks up at haneul then, his dark eyes lidded with boredom.

"i was thinking about work. and i didn't ditch jimin just to see you spend my money on lingerie." he retorts, unimpressed, "so put some damn clothes on, haneul."

"oh? but baby, you were never dating jimin." haneul giggles as she pulls away, standing tall over junghoon who rolls his eyes.
"and," she adds, smiling as she tugs the robe's ribbon round her waist loose, letting the robe part to reveal new lingerie; a sheer black babydoll that she dons proudly on her body, "you love me in lingerie, especially black lingerie, you liar."

she tilts her head coyly, shorn black hair falling to the side with some strands brushing across her face in an effortless manner. her red lips part, ready to speak again when—

junghoon's eyes darken at the sight. he reaches out, curls a rolex clad hand round her thin wrist and tugs hard, making haneul stumble forward on to his lap with a surprised gasp. a surprised gasp that soon changes into a small smirk when she realises what's about to happen.

"call me a liar next time," junghoon warns, running her hands up her smooth thighs, "and you're gonna be thrown out on to the streets." he growls, fingers snagging on the elastic that connects haneul's stockings to her garter belt.

haneul simply laughs, a light tinkle that fills the private booth of the lingerie shop they were currently in.
"whatever you say, junghoon—" haneul's abruptly cut off by the sound of junghoon's mobile vibrating against the leather of the couch.
before junghoon could reach over for his mobile phone, haneul snatches it up quickly, reading the notification with a curious look in her eyes. junghoon stifles his annoyance at the action and instead focuses on haneul's thighs.

"oh. babe, there's another race taking place. at gwangju this time," haneul reads as junghoon tugs at the babydoll dress lazily, "are you going to go?" she asks, looking up at junghoon with her pretty hazel eyes.

"maybe." junghoon murmurs. he finally has enough of his cigarette and stubs the thin stick against the couch's leather armchair, staining the white with a blackening burn mark. he'll probably have to pay to get it renewed later on in the day.

"now shut the fuck up and deal with what you started." he answers with the corner of his mouth pulled upwards, yanking his phone out of haneul's grip and chucking the device aside. haneul obliges, grinning as she rocks her hips against junghoon.

"if you're going, im coming along — kook's gonna be there to cheer for that annoying racer, what was his name? hosook? whatever, i wanna see how jungkookie's getting along without me." she mutters, "bet he's in shit condition — he couldn't live without me for more than a second so i wonder how he is now, a year later. probably alone, crying about me." haneul comments dryly whilst running her hands over junghoon's torso.

"yeah, yeah, can we not talk about my hyung when im trying to fuck you?" junghoon murmurs, snaking his rough palms under haneul's babydoll with great intent to touch warm skin.

"of course, honey." haneul chuckles as she slips her silk robe off of her shoulders, letting the thin garment easily fall to the floor.