Third person~
Jeongguk bowed politely to the lady who stood before him and she dismissed him with a shake of her hands.
"Thank you for having me, ma'am. I'm glad to be of help, father will be quite happy," He smiled innocently, quite charming and kind in the way he addresses the older woman.
"Ah, Jeongguk, it was a pleasure having you here. I am sure Hee Rin must have learnt a lot," The mother replied gently, facial lines giving away her old age. Hee Rin stood behind her mother in a pretty blue dress, swallowing thick and looking rather distraught for should have transpired. She was visibly shaking in her place, but the mother seems to turn a blind eye to it.
Her mother didn't notice the way her hair looked just a tad more frizzy, clothing that had wrinkled around the folds was bunched around her waist. Perhaps the way she stood were her thighs squeezed together should have been a dead give away, but elders often refuse to see something right before them.
A red fluster bracketed her cheeks, and Jeongguk was not deterred in the least.
He bowed a whole ninety degrees out of formality, his hand tightly clutching the small material of clothing which was once worn by Hee Rin.
Jeongguk turned half way on his heel wanting to end the interaction, while Hee Rin's mother silently called for him to visit soon.
"Of course," He grinned, devious in the quirks of his lips. "Hee Rin quite enjoyed that, if I have not assumed wrongly. We'll surely do this once again, yeah?" He asked but did not wait for an answer, leaving behind the quaint house by the corner on the street, not quite a fan of the way Hee Rin seemed to get embarrassed at everything.
Unbeknownst to him, the young lady did not wait either, rushing up to her room after excusing herself from her mother, desperately trying to rid her room of the smell of sin.
It was a common occurrence, first timers always held the guilt for longer, until they eventually gave in.
To say that she was on the verge of tears was an understatement, considering she had given up everything that her mother and father stood for within an hour.
And she fucking enjoyed it.
As soon as Jeongguk walked out the driveway of the small Amish looking house, he made his way to the nearest dumpster, throwing away the wet, soft and lacy material in the trash.
He didn't quite understand why ladies who had no plans to woo anyone bought such... flashy undergarments, but that was a thought for some other time.
For the time being, he had to revisit his father, and didn't even have it within him to scoff or give any sort of repulsive reaction.
It would be a problem to know where he would be, but it has become increasingly obvious at this point.
He is, of course, at Church.
He could go back home again, burn his eyes behind a computer screen, play till ungodly hours of the night, or maybe even study. But nothing good could come out of it.
Besides, there was a new girl at church, recently baptised, unbelievably pretty. Hee Rin had approached Jeongguk because she was jealous of said new girl, and look where that got her.
Regardless, Jeongguk had made up his mind to at least attempt to tease the new girl a little. The toughest ones are the most fun to crack.
In some sort of an odd, uncharacteristic way, Jeongguk didn't even care about the sex anymore. Yes, the sex was good, but just something about disobeying his father was exhilarating. Beyond exhilarating, because he enjoyed threading the line between disobedience and acceptance.
