She is older than him. An exchange student who major in performing arts/dance and mass communications. In a four years toxic relationship with her high school lover. When she moved to Korea, she thought she could start afresh but what happens when h...
"Babe, I'm sorry." I apologised but he closed his eyes.
"Hansol." I touched his face and he swiftly turned me around and lift me up against the kitchen island. His hands by my side so I couldn't get down.
"Yah." I said slapping his chest but he caught my hands.
"You don't get to drink tonight." He whispered softly in my ear before leaving me stunned in the kitchen.
"Let's eat wifey." He said loudly as he take the plates to the dining area.
I clenched my fist to my heart.
He always does this to me.
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We had a filling dinner and Hansol took the initiative to clean up and wash the dishes. I still helped him out though because I know he is tired from the hectic schedule.
After cleaning up, we sat down at the sofa and watch Netflix.
I checked the time, almost 11pm.
I smiled to myself and he asked, "Look at you, smiling to yourself."
I laughed and said, " You will know later."
When it is 10:55pm, the staff are slowly packing up.
"Nadia, Hansol. We are going off." PDnim told us and they left.
I turned to him, "Drink?"
"Ahh. That's the reason why you smiled." He said and stood up to get glasses.
I pour the drinks and we bottoms up.
"May we last longer than all the other couples." I gave a toast.
"May we be one of the most well-loved couple of the show." He toast next and we were drinking non-stop.
I forgot how many glasses we had so far but my head feels light.
"Hansol. Last one?" I asked with a hopeful expression.
"Last one. I have to go for meeting tomorrow noon." He says. He was staring intently at my face and I could feel my ears burning.
"Promise." I giggled happily.
"To us." I toast and he quickly did the couple toast before I could down my drink.
He forehead touching mine, lips inches apart, shaky breaths in the air.
I could feel my heartbeat pulsing through my skin.
"To us." He mumbled, caressing my cheek softly.
"Hansol." I whispered his name, licking my lips that felt so dry at that moment.
He touched my wet lips, biting his own.
"Do you want me to stop?" He asked slowly and I shook my head.
I want him. I want all of him tonight.
"What do you want Nadia? Cause you are drunk again." He sighs.
"I am not. I may be a little bit tipsy but my mind is in the right place." I defended myself angrily.
"So what do you want?" He asked daringly.
I paused for a moment before sitting on his lap, straddling him.
"You. I want all of you." I whispered seductively, blowing softly in his ears and his eyes turned pitch black.
He kissed me roughly, tongue fighting for dominance. His hands slowly make way to my waist pulling me closer till I feel the warmth of his body.
"Are you very sure Nadia?" He asked once again.
I pushed him down on the couch, feeling a bulge down his pants.
"Someone's a little excited." I teased and he sat back up, carrying me.
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"Where are we going?" I whispered.
"The spare room. I don't want to risk us being recorded unintentionally." He says against the crook of my neck.
"Hansol." I called out his name.
"Patience babygirl. Unless you don't wanna walk for a few days then you may keep up with this bratty attitude." He says.
I pout, rolling my eyes at him. Why does this feel like the first time all over again? The fluttering heart, the nerve-wrecking feeling.
He was being so gentle, careful. And I fell in love with him over and over again.
We snuggled after, him playing with my hair. I looked up to his bare face and kissed his lips.
"What does this makes us?" He asked and I gulped.
I kept quiet unsure what to answer.
"Nadia.." He called me softly.
"I don't know what to say to Taejoon oppa." I answered honestly.
"Then maybe you should have thought about that before we even go further." He said as he lightly pushed my hands away from his waist, leaving the room.
I wanted to run after him but my body stay root to the bed.