Mission failed (Choi Seung-hyun fanfic)

~ Take me up, cast me away ~

I waited for a few mintes when someone closed my eyes from behind. I smiled and leaned back on him. His body was so strong and comfortable, he was like a rock I could hold on to. Then he hugged me from behind and planted a kiss on my neck which gave me shivers through my whole body. He let go of me and took off his shirt. My jaw slightly dropped, how could someone have such a wonderful body? I could have stared at him and admired him for ages. I noticed he was still wearing bandages over the wound. I dared to strech my hand and slide over them with care. He trailed my hand with his eyes. "It doesn't hurt so much anymore." he said with a smile. I tried to smile back but I couldn't, it was me who caused that pain. "You're stalling aren't you?" he asked all of a sudden. I had no idea what he was talking about. He looked at me with suspicion and then pulled off my shirt throwing it away. Even though this wasn’t the first time I was in my bra in front of him it still felt pretty embarrassing. I covered my waist with my arms but he took my hands in his own and uncovered my body to look at it. “You’re beautiful.” He leaned and whispered in my ear. I blushed and thanked him. He pulled me closer into an embrace. I placed my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. It was very calming and made me want to fall asleep like this. After a few minutes he pulled away. “Aren’t you going to take those off?” he said pointing at my jeans. I looked down at my pants embarrassed on the thought. Should I take them off? I don’t know. “What about you?” I asked. He grinned. “I already got my swimming pants.” He said proudly showing them off. I rolled my eyes. Even though he told me to come to the beach I didn’t really think we’d take a swim this late, so instead of a swim suit I had my usual lingerie on me. Well not the usual as much as the only lace ones I had, and they were black. I put my hands on the button of my jeans playing with it. I wasn’t convinced of myself, I was too embarrassed to take them off. “Here let me help.” He said taking my hand and pulling me closer. He undid my button and slowly pulled my zipper down. We were looking each other in the eyes. My heart was pounding like crazy, I could not get more embarrassed than this. I closed my eyes and put my hands on his shoulders as he slowly sled down my pants. Shivers ran through my body as he slowly trailed his fingers back up to my hips. I let out a sigh and opened my eyes only when he was face to face with me again. I blushed looking at his wonderful piercing eyes. Then he picked me up and carried me to the water. “Let me down slowly.” I said seeing the water was very clear hence it was probably cold too. He gave me a playful smile and released his grip so that I fell into the cold water with a loud splash. I screamed picking myself up and shivering from the sudden cold. He laughed like crazy. I looked at him angrily and it gave me an idea. After all he was still half dry. So I took my best swing and splashed water all over him. He stopped laughing just as I began. He sent me a smirk and I knew that meant trouble. I dived into the water trying to swim away but he caught up pretty quickly. We had so much fun swimming together, teasing and talking. After a while though we were both so cold we decided it was time to go out and dry. He took two big towels from his backpack and put one around himself. The other he spread in the air. “Come here quickly.” He said. I ran towards him and let him cover me with the towel. I used the opportunity to lean back on him again. I looked up at the night sky. “The moon is so beautiful tonight. I love full moons the most.” I said. He placed his head on my shoulder embracing me from behind. I sensed he was smiling. “I thought you weren’t that kind of girl, all romantic and stuff. Was I wrong?” he said and laid us both down on the not so comfortable stones. I couldn’t complain though, since I was with him. I turned my head to him with a small shock on my face. “Then why did you bring me here? Isn’t this ‘all romantic and stuff’?” I repeated his words with tease. “Well, I just wanted to be with you.” he said softly and turned his face away. I blushed and then started laughing. I laid near him trying to make him take me in a sweet embrace. “Well, you are very wrong. I am extremely romantic and I love that you took me here today as much as I love what you just said.” That’s when he loosened up and embraced me tightly. "Your bandages loosened from the water. Doesn't your wound hurt?" I asked him after I noticed the skin under the bandage was red. He shook his head. “It stings a bit but the water can only clean it even more." he said. I nodded but still I got up and took his backpack. "Did you bring spare bandages maybe?" I asked looking through the bag. He shook his head. I sighed and threw the bag away. "Then we need to dry these out." I said and started to unwind the bandages around his shoulder and chest. I stretched them over the stone and left them to dry. When I turned back to him I could see the wound clearly. It looked a lot better than when I last cleaned it, which means he took care of it. I laid back next to him and he embraced me again. We laid there for some time. It was a bliss feeling his body so close to mine. Even though this was not the first time lying with him, it felt different than before. I loved everything about this moment. “Tell me more about yourself.” He whispered softly in my ear. “Well, what do you want to know?” I asked. “I thought you already knew everything about me. Like that I’m eighteen. I have three brothers and a sister. I live with both my parents and am currently finishing high school…” “No, stop.” He interrupted. “I do know all that. I meant, tell me more about your personality.” He said. I smiled at him and he smiled back. “I want to know all about the person behind that smile.” He said giving me a small peck on the lips. I thought for a few minutes what to tell him. Then I remembered me from four years ago. A depressed little girl who’s desperately trying to find a purpose in her insignificant life. In the end I spoke the first thing that came into my mind. “You know, if you had come here to kill me only four years ago I would’ve been grateful.” I said slowly. I wasn’t sure how he would react to this kind of confession, he was still on edge by that whole coming to kill me thing. “Why is that?” he asked carefully. I noticed his voice was getting stiff, which meant he didn’t want to hear something like this from me. But to understand the person I am now, he had to know who I was then. “I was a depressed teenager, always looking for a way out of…well of life. I felt constant pressure about everything that was going on in my life: family, friends, school, etc. And honestly, I didn’t see the point in any of it. It was like there was nothing for me at the end of my path. Like I was insignificant, a nobody. And I also felt like everyone else saw me that way. And I was right, because when I decided to change things the first thing to do was change my own opinion of myself, thus the opinion of the others would changed pretty quickly too. Anyway the whole thing started to change when I hit fifteen. I found this guy I really liked and for the first time in my life he actually liked me back; and he was very opened about it. So for the first time ever I started to think that I couldn’t be so bad if someone like him liked me back. He opened my eyes a little. And I will forever be grateful for that.” He cleared his throat. “You know, when I told you to talk about yourself, I didn’t really think you’d talk about your first love.” He said with a note of jealousy in his voice. I smiled. “I know, but please let me finish.” I said. I waited for a response and after he nodded I continued. “So anyway, I started to change inside, I opened myself more to life, to my family and friends. At that same time, I received for a present my first book too. I wasn’t much of a reader, in fact I didn’t read at all, not even the books assigned for school. But to honour the person who gave it to me I read it. And I really, really loved it. It was a start of a completely different side to me. The bookworm side. So anyway, this guy was my first push towards a better me, the books were the second. By the end of the summer I didn’t even talk to that guy anymore. It didn’t work out between us. But that didn’t pull me back into my old self, it only opened new paths for me. And well, ever since then I’ve been looking at my life as a gift not as a curse.” I said finishing my short story. He thought about my story for a moment. “Ok, so you changed, what did you change into?” he asked confused. I smiled again. “Well, the me now is overly positive, optimistic and radiant. I search for the good in others. And when there’s none, I create it. I became someone who wants to hear people out and help them with their problems, but keep my thoughts and feelings to myself. I’m enigmatic but trustworthy. And I guess that also makes me a lot more interesting to others.” I said proudly. My overconfidence was really starting to show off, I knew from the wide grin he had planted on his face. I guess I finally said something he wanted to hear. “It definitely makes you more interesting to me.” he said. We both laughed. Suddenly I noticed I was the only one laughing so I stopped looking at his dazed face. “What is it?” I asked trying to figure out what he was looking at. “It’s your smile...” He said softly without finishing his sentence. I smiled and pushed him lightly. “Shut up, you’re making me embarrassed.” I said covering my face with my palms. “No, don’t do that.” He protested taking my wrists and pulling my hands down. I lifted my red face and looked deep inside his eyes. They were amazing, beautiful and so pure, like two crystals. I slowly reduced the space between us and placed my lips on his. He put his hand on my neck and pulled me in closer. My lips separated and I felt his tongue tickling mine. I answered with as much passion and we deepened the kiss. It was blissful. He took my hands in his and turned me on my back. He was on me now and our kiss became more and more desirable. “I’m glad I met you now.” he whispered. He started kissing my neck and I moaned softly. He stopped. He had a playful grin on his face. I laughed “Stop.” I said. He gave me another slight kiss on the lips and got off from me. I got up giggling and ran away. I looked back, he was already on his feet chasing me. In a matter of seconds he caught me from behind. He was hugging me for a minute. “So you’re eighteen, huh? Then it’s legal for me to do this.” He caught both of my hands with his left hand while his right slowly crawled down my body until it reached my pants. Slowly he pushed his hands in my pants but stopped half way in. I moaned lauder this time pushing myself onto him. He pulled his hand out and started laughing. “So much about romance. You would have done it with me right here and now.” he said giggling. “What’s not romantic about right here and now?” I asked him. I turned so I could see his face. Mine was a pure expression of desire. I pulled him closer but he resisted. “Come on. The sun will come out soon. Someone will see us.” I could see he was resisting with all of his might so I gave up. It’s not like I was ready to do it now anyway, or at least I comforted myself by thinking so. We exchanged an awkward minute then he decided it was time to go. We dressed up and then he took my hand and accompanied me to his motorcycle. He stopped and turned around with a puzzling expression. “What’s wrong?” I asked him. He cleared his throat. “Tomorrow I have to go back to Korea.” He said slowly. I twitched on his words. I knew sooner or later he would have to go back, I just didn’t think it would be this soon. He turned to his motorcycle but I pulled his sleeve. He looked at me with a questionable look. “What’s wrong?” he asked. I couldn’t hold it in. My tears started flowing. I looked at him and he hugged me tightly. ”Come on Annabelle; don’t make it so hard on me.” I loved how his accent made my name seem so exotic while his manly deep voice captured it in an intimate level. I wanted him to repeat it again and again until he realizes that he can’t leave me here alone. “I’m sorry” he whispered. We got on his motorcycle and he drew me home. It was only 7 a.m. and I didn’t want to go home jet, and anyway my parents would suspect something if I came home so early from a friend’s house. “Please let’s go somewhere else.” I asked burying my face in his back. He just nodded and drew away.
“Are you okay?” he asked when we stopped. I didn’t know where we were but I liked it. It was a big green field surrounded by trees. “I guess.” I answered. But I was not okay, the realization that he didn’t like me enough to stay meant that I was the only idiot here who developed feeling in this short period we spent together. But then again he came here to kill me didn’t he? Why the hell would he develop feeling for me? I was just a mission anyway, he just probably felt pity for me and let me live. And the worst part was that I knew he’d have to leave sooner or later and I was sure he wouldn’t stay for me, I just knew it. But I kept hoping that maybe, just maybe he feels about me the same way I feel about him, and that that was good enough to make him stay. How stupid of me, I should have known he’d just leave me. The stupidest thing is I did know and I just let myself get hurt, it’s like I wanted to get hurt! I started shaking. I couldn’t let him see me cry again so I started running through the field away from him. Vainly of course, he was much faster than me and he caught up easily. He embraced me from behind and held me tightly. His arms were so strong and spread that stupid feelings of safety and comfort. I remained in his embrace for a moment feeling the warmness it spread through me before I started struggling away from him. I was trying to hold my tears so much that I started shaking more and more. He didn’t want to let me go, instead he held me tighter and whispered. “It’s okay to cry Annabelle. It’s all right.” After he said that I really wanted to cry, instead I felt anger growing inside me. I pushed his hands with all my strength and turned to face him. “No! You don’t get to say that it’s all right! Because it’s not! You pitied me! And that’s the only reason why you let me live! Because you thought: ‘Oh, she’s a nobody, why should I waste my time killing her?’ So you let me go! But you couldn't just let me run to the police so you made sure I fell for you enough to not do so! And now you’re leaving, because you never even cared about me! But you know what? You shouldn’t have wasted your time on me. You should’ve just killed me! At least you’d spare me of a broken heart!” The tears I tried to refrain so much now started to fall uncontrollably. He seemed dumbfounded by my outburst. For a whole minute he didn’t even seem to know what to say. My thoughts flew like crazy, I thought how he hates me now and can’t wait to leave. For a second I even thought he was going to change his mind and kill me right here right now. In that whole minute so many thought flew across my mind about what he’s going to say next until he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me into a kiss. And in that moment all the thoughts and words in my head disappeared. My mind went completely blank. I tried to struggle at first because I didn’t understand his reaction but he didn't let go. Soon I gave up and closed my eyes. I returned the kiss and he sled his tongue into my mouth. Then, without breaking the kiss, we dropped onto the soft green grass entangled and consumed by passion.



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Hello again my lovely readers,
I just wanted to leave a quick note saying that: "consumed by passion" doesn't stand for "having sex"!!! I'm a 'smut person' so when they'll be doing their things, believe me you will get ALL the details. ^^
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