Come To Me | A Park Hyungsik Fanfiction ✔️

Early Thanksgiving

Author's Notes:

Chuseok [추석 - 秋夕] which literally translates into "Autumn's Eve" is celebrated on the 15th day of the 8th month of  Lunar Calendar. It's a big holiday in Korea (the other one being Seollal or Lunar New Year) and during this holiday season, family members gather at their ancestral hometowns, put on their Hanboks [한복 - 韩服] (literally "Korean clothing") and share a feast of Korean traditional food. 

[For context purposes, the scenes below are not set on Chuseok, but a few days earlier.]

Early October 2017

(Hyungsik's Parents' Home, Yongin, Seoul)

"Are you sure about this?"

Traces of doubt edged on Hyungsik's raspy voice as I towered over him between his two hard rock thighs. 

Sitting on the edge of his bed with a protruded bottom lip, the corner of my lips escalated upwards along with my mood. Cupping his puffy cheeks with my smaller hands, Hyungsik's pout grew severe, making him cuter by the minute. Daringly, I lowered my back to brush his nose against mine.

His unassuming eyes immediately lit up, startled, but nonetheless welcoming my course of action.

My careful lips sealed his moist ones in an instant, and as I closed my eyes, I found his once-tensed lips lording over me. Arrogant and domineering, his possessive hands followed swiftly, slipping their way to the small of my back beneath my shirt. 

The very familiar caress left me half-moaning, half-chuckling. 

Especially since it was broad daylight, and this was neither his or my place. 

This was Hyungsik's hometown, and his parents were only footsteps away from the door.

Losing my breath from the unintended lip workout, I pulled away from Hyungsik's delirious lips while I was still able to.

"Anyone who didn't know better would think that your question was an invitation for a make-out session, Sik."

Hyungsik's thick eyebrows shot above his forehead. "Wait... it wasn't??"

"Stop teasing me, Sik," I laughed as I walked towards the full-length mirror by the side of Arcadia cupboard, finding the need to cool my reddened cheeks.

Biting the end of my black hair tie, I pulled my hair up into a straightforward ponytail. As my fingers twisted the rubber once and twice over the ends of my hair, my eyes drifted towards the furnishings in the room. 

Just like the old and reliable wood, most of the items in the room were simple and practical, concealing the affluence of his family with a blanket of humility. Nevertheless, this being a new home for the Parks after moving out from our old neighborhood, stored a memorable scent of the past, as seen by the gallery of photo stands. They were everywhere: above the book rack filled with comics of various kinds, on the study, and even on the bedside table with the lamp.

Granted, the pictures were something his parents clung on to, since Hyungsik was often away from home.

Also, from what I could tell, Hyungsik's innocent but cheeky countenance in those photographs do not look that much different than what I see in the present.

And I love it.

"What's keeping my princess smiling all day long?"

Hyungsik's arms slithered from my back to the front of my belly, holding me tenderly in loving captive while his chin rested comfortably just above my collarbone. Resting my weight against his chest, I let his fresh, out-of-shower scent engulf my senses.