Lacuna [The Fangirl Series no. 02]

Seven

SEVEN DAYS WITHOUT STRESS?

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Asialaine Adamme's Point of View

He kissed me, light and hesitant just like the first fall of the snow in the mountains. As if he's scared that I'll push him away. Jihoon kissed me with such fragility, in contrast to our movements. Taking the initiative my arms encircle his neck pulling him closer to as I deepened the kiss. I've always wondered what Jihoon tastes like. Closing my eyes, I savored and focused in him. The taste of marshmallows, vanilla, beer and a hint of chocolate exploded in my mouth as I bit his lower lip. He's kissing me properly now, tongues and teeth clashing together in desperation. And when I pulled away to catch my breath, his lips never left my skin, trailing hot kisses down my neck.

"Jihoon," I whispered in his ear, almost moaning his name. My hands applied light pressure on his shoulders, repeating his name on my mouth like a mantra. A soft groan escaped his lips after he heard my words filled with desire and his head dropped to my neck as I left marks on him. My lips latched into his milky white skin and I bite into it, relishing the feeling of Jihoon's warm body against mine. As he leans forward to me again, his fingers wandered to the waistband of my jeans. His other hand snaked into my slightly long hair and gave it a firm tug making me laugh at his desperate attempt to get my lips off of his neck. Adjusting to get Jihoon lying down was easier than I anticipated, his movements was far lazier than usual laziness he owns as he groaned in response to my lips attaching themselves to his jaw.

The noise outside our room blocked the sinful sounds that came from the both of us as I pushed him harder towards the bed.

"Asia, stop teasing me," Maybe it's the alcohol that's running through my veins or the cold weather that makes me seek for his warmth but either way, my heart is craving for him. "I just need you, Jihoon." As my words were uttered, he moaned louder. My breathing faltered, everything within my sight faded in and out as pleasure heightened my senses. Jihoon oh God, he looked like a sinner when I gazed at him. His hair sticking on his forehead and the light sheen of sweat made him glow. I sighed and reached out to wipe the sweat away. Our eyes connected and this time, I felt it.

"Do you really want to do it?" He asked again for safety, because then there was no turning back. Our relationship will never go back to being assistant-boss. Instead there will be a taint. There will be a sweet strain, an intense tension that will never die if we'll be alone together. Answering his question with a light bite on his collar bone, he got my message. Small, breathy moans of my name escaped from his lips as I slid further down his body, not stopping my trail of open-mouthed kisses at any point where there's no fabric, until I reached his torso.

It felt like salvation.

I am sure that multitudes of love bites and teeth marks will be seen by the other members but, I couldn't care less. My fingers dug on his waist as he let out a whimper, making me smirk. "Asialaine, don't leave bruises," He pleaded but the way he exhaled those words with the tone he's using only encouraged me to mark his body. My small hands shook slightly as I tugged harshly on his shirt, stopping my ministrations, sitting in between his legs, unaware of what to do now that he's not taking the lead.

Jihoon glanced down, catching sight of my hands and chuckling softly, sitting himself up and curling his arms back around my waist. "Where did my bold babygirl went? Did she become shy?" I bit back my lips to stop the retort bubbling on the back of my mouth. I resorted in looking at him in the eye as I mustered the most innocent look I can to get what I want. The shadow of a smirk came onto his features, "Is there something you want, babygirl?" Jihoon questioned, his own lips going down to attach itself to my throat, leaving harsher marks behind than I dared to do.