Come To Me | A Park Hyungsik Fanfiction ✔️

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(Late June 2017)

As soon as the doors to Hyungsik's SUV were shut, we sat in silence for seconds, eager to catch our breath.

Hyungsik's steps to the basement parking lot had been both fast and light, and for some reason, I had no thoughts of slowing him down, choosing instead to keep up with his pace. We knew better that we needed and wanted to be alone, away from people, just the two of us.

In that very well-tinted vehicle, I find myself unable to think straight. Hyungsik's cologne filled the enclosed space as he removed his cap and mask. A desire was fueling me from within, and I didn't know how much longer I could hold it out.

"Hyeyeon-ah."

Hyungsik's voice was uneven as he called out my name, and I turned my head naturally towards him, to my left. As he turned his face, I saw his pupils darkened beneath his long lashes. They were wavering with tension as he studied my eyes, my nose, and then my lips.

Everything looked perfectly timed now, and I didn't want to miss the chance. Although my heart was palpitating like crazy, I couldn't bear waiting for Hyungsik's move for one more second. Never leaving his eyes, my lower lip trembled as I stuttered, "How long... are you going... to let me wait, Sik?"

Hyungsik went for my lips as soon as I called out his name, leaving no corners of my lips unexplored. I closed my eyes in response, savouring his lips as I usually did. Having to put our faces close together during the shoot and not kiss was truly a tease and a temptation. The frustration must have been the same for him. Of late, Hyungsik's kisses grew bolder and more audacious, leaving me craving for more of them. In other words, I was addicted to his sweet, moist and sensual lips.

As his lips moved ferociously on mine, my head tilted naturally to the pace he'd set. As our kiss deepened, Hyungsik's breathing grew heavier while his free hand came up to cup my neck. His thumb lightly caressed my skin, leaving me goose bumps and a few unexpected and pleasurable moans. It was a fact to be accepted that Hyungsik was both good with his lips and his hands.

If I am already enjoying myself like this, I can't imagine the possible pleasures of...

Just as the perverse thought entered my mind, we heard a loud vibration from the depths of my tote bag. Hyungsik was the first to react to it, by slowing down the pace of his smooches. As he urged me to take the call, I hadn't realized that he'd stopped moving his lips a moment ago, but it was I who was still moving my lips on his, "Your phone... is ringing... Hyeyeon..."

"Mmmm...," I continued to shower him with kisses when he showed no intention of pulling away.

He chuckled in between my kisses, his hand brushing the skin of my neck once more. His hand leaves my neck as he reached out for my phone in the tote, and in the process of doing so, I arched my back as his body pressed down on me. I couldn't tell if it was intentional or not, but the pervert in me once again found bliss in his bodily movements.

"It's... your mom... calling...," Hyungsik remarked, studying the caller screen.

My eyelids frantically rolled up in an instant and I unwillingly pulled away from Hyungsik's lips. Mom has always been the kind of person whose patience wears thin faster than most, and I wouldn't want her to start counting the number of rings before I picked up her call.

Turning my attention to my phone, I dragged the green icon to my right and put the call on loudspeaker mode.

"Hyeyeon-ah?" 

"Eo eomma (Yes mom)?" I answered in a slur.

"Hyewon and her family just dropped by our home. We're having makguksu (cold buckwheat noodles) for dinner. Have you eaten? We're wondering if you're free to come by?"