AN:- JONGHYUN IS BACK!!! ;)
Brownies, anyone???
Tugging on JongHyun's arm I pouted thinking of the brownies, wanting to cry like a baby at how badly they were affecting me. It was comical yet at the very moment in time, I was so prickled that all I could see was my smug little brother taunting me, knowing very well how infatuated I was with those lumps of perfectly shaped and baked delicacies.
I was going to be soo upset if Taemin actually ate them all without me- which was something I didn't even doubt was out of his reach seeing as he had a bottomless pit when it came to anything even remotely edible!
"What's wrong love? Who was on the phone? You were gone a while, I missed you." His last sentence was a soft murmur, a tender pitch to his gaze.
JongHyun interlaced our fingers together immediately, pulling me close to him and me being as panicked as I was for my brownies didn't pull my hand out of his and instead brought it up, level to my chest as I made the best puppy dog eyes I could at him. Bringing his hands up to my lips I held them against my mouth as I made pleading eyes at him. His eyebrows shot up straight into his hairline in sheer and utter surprise at my weirdly affectionate actions.
"JongHyun!" I cried out, letting my lips skim over his knuckles.
Worried now he gave me a wide-eyed look. "What? What's wrong?" He repeated, this time with a lot more urgency bringing me even closer to him.
He had never seen me act this way and so quite naturally he was rather askew on what could possibly be wrong for me to be acting in this unorthodox way. I wasn't the one who initiated the affection and even if I rarely did it was never in such an open space, so naturally, he was rather alarmed, although he must have been pleased by it as well as it was the most blatant move I could make to show my claim.
"Are you okay sweetheart?" It was the sweet older woman who asked this time; her name and identity still a blank slate for me I realised startlingly.
"Oh, it's just my younger brother Ajumma." At her blank look, I elaborated, my hand now by my side inconspicuously tightening around JongHyun's. "We were supposed to meet him here and it's been a while-" I grimaced slightly as I recalled Taemin's voice of ire at the amount of time that had passed. "A very long while and so he was just worried about us."
Looking back at JongHyun, I gave him a small pleading look. "Speaking of, we should probably go in now and meet up with him lest he turns this place upside down in insanity looking for us."
JongHyun's face expressed immediate relief and after a few seconds, he nodded considerately still looking a bit curiously at me, the pair of us bowing out a harried goodbye to the elderly couple, promising to come to their house for dinner one day. JongHyun had exchanged numbers with them when I had been talking on the phone and it was then that plans to meet up again had been made. Ajumma apparently made the worlds best food according to her husband and in his opinion, we should definitely come by one day to try it.
JongHyun being the sucker he is for the perfect poster child, had promptly agreed to it and so now he and I were due a dinner date with a couple we had very literally just met minutes ago. Why I was always roped into every single thing he bound himself to was something I was seriously miffed with. This was only as it meant spending so much time with other people who we'd never see again but because of his overly zealous kindness we somehow always ended up repeating ourselves and playing courteous guests or even hosts if JongHyun was in a particularly spectacular mood. Naturally, my house was used- why would it even be otherwise?!
After saying our farewells I waited impatiently on my very tippy toes till they finally rounded the corner before practically sprinting off into the shopping mall a frenzied bounce in my step.
"Yaah TaeHee!" JongHyun ran behind me. "What's with the sudden rush?"
"Taemin!" I gasped out, my mind totally fixated on the brownies.
I really liked them! My lips curled up into a pout the more I thought about them.
"Taemin what?" He probed, grabbing me by my elbow in attempts to slow me down into a walk. "What's happened to Taemin? Is he okay? Has something happened to him? Is that what's got you so panicked?"
I shook my head impatiently shrugging his hand off of me in the process, before hurrying up my pace again. I didn't even comprehend what he was saying to me and how worried he must be by my erratic behaviour, my state of mind so wrapped up in Taemin's little harmless threat that I couldn't even think straight about anything else!
"TaeHee!" He rushed to stand in front of me blocking my path as he held me back by my arms.
"Huh! Wha! What?!"
He held my arms as he looked straight into my eyes. "Breathe TaeHee." He instructed. "Just breathe for a moment."
"B-but Taem-"
He placed a finger on my lips, silencing me. "Breathe." He reiterated.
Blinking a little I looked curiously up at him, following through with what he was asking of me finding to my great surprise that I was a little wound up and out of breath. Sucking in a huge gulp of air I looked up wide-eyed at him.
"How did you know I needed to breathe like that!?" I gasped out, looking at him in amazement.
He chuckled giving me a fond glance. "You were breathing really heavily TaeHee and your face had gotten all red and flushed." He traced a finger down my flushed cheeks and I opened my mouth in an 'o' shape as understanding dawned upon me.
He rubbed my cheek one last time before letting his hand drop away. "You okay now?"
Nodding I ran a hand through my hair feeling sweat droplets at my scalp. "I'm good but I won't be if I don't get to Taemin in time!"
His brows furrowed in confusion. "Why? What happened to or is happening with him that you're in such a hurry to get to him?"
"JongHyun!"
He took me in his arms, kissing my cheek softly. "Yes, my sweet Vixen." His hold on my tightened, his voice dropping a few octaves, getting huskier as he peppered sweet kisses on my jawline.
Gosh, that was distracting as hell, not to mention a tingly sensation, my legs buckling at his ministrations.
Why was this man so damn good at making me feel like a mush puddle?!
