Faith (Showki fanfic)

Ch. 52: Free Time to Ourselves (Part 1) [M]

Kihyun

After some time, we began to make our descent and head back home hand in hand and side by side. I could swear that I heard something in the distance. I look toward where I thought I heard the sound. Nothing was there. I turn back around and tried to focus on the trail in front of me. But, I hear another weird noise. I look back and I was sure that I saw movement of a person lurking in the forest. I swallowed dryly. Goosebumps appear along my arms as irrational fear begins to fester.

Suddenly, I felt Hyunwoo squeeze my hand lightly. I snap out of my internal fight with my demons and looked up at him. He smiles reassuringly and doesn't press me to tell him what's wrong. I squeeze his hand back to let him know that I appreciate it. He understands me.

~twenty minutes later~

~at the Yoo's Residence~

"Appa? Eomma? We're back," I called out when we entered the living room. There was no response. I find a sticky note on the coffee table. It was a note from mom. It reads: "Off on a date with your Appa.  Love, Eomma." I chuckled and put the note back down. It wasn't uncommon for my parents to go on dates. In fact, they make sure to go on at least one date per month.

 "I guess we have the place to ourselves," Hyunwoo says suddenly from behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. My cheeks instantly felt hot when I understood what he was trying to imply that we do.

"Hyung, I- Aah~," I began to say but I cut myself off and moan when he mouths at my neck.  "At least, wait until we get upstairs," I panted. Then, he picks me up princess style and carries me up the stairs. I found myself staring at the way his arm muscles are flexing. I try to tear my eyes away, but I couldn't.

Next thing I know, we are in my room, I am on my bed, and he is caging me in with his strong arms. A certain part of me started to feel very...excited. We stare deeply into each other's eyes until the tension was heavy in the air. It was suffocating. "Hyung...," I said as sexily as possible.

"Yes, Baby?"

"Touch me."

"How? Like this," he asks with a husky tone and presses a feather light kiss to the tip of my nose.

"No," I giggled softly.

"Then, this," he says and presses a kiss to my lips, but doesn't deepen it and leans back when I tried to kiss him back.

"Nuhuh," I muttered in frustration.

"How about this," he asks and nibbles on my collarbone before taking some of my flesh into his mouth and biting it slightly. I stifled a loud groan and shook my head in response to his question. "Then, use your words, Baby. I can't read your mind," he whispers so deliciously into my ear.

"I... you know...," I stammered as I couldn't get myself to say those dirty things.

"Do I, "  he asks rhetorically against the skin of my neck before doing a body roll on top of me which gave some friction to a much needed area. I nodded vigorously in hopes that he would stop teasing me. But, it was only the beginning.