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Shin-ae likes to consider herself reasonable; level headed and not too easy to upset. Most of the time. Some of the time. Usually.
But, life gets hectic, and the small inconveniences that fall through the cracks feel like the end of the world. Weeks of college stress had her in a constant state of fatigue and anxiety. She had three exams this week, and the relief of the weekend was highly anticipated. She’d been very diligent this semester, even going as far as managing her diet better, less snacks and more whole foods. Yes, she’d been good, and certainly deserving of a reward. Unfortunately, the cookies she’d been saving for herself, the savory soft baked brand you get from the healthy, bougie section of the grocery store, we’re missing from their place atop the fridge when she came home from her last class of the week. The only thing that stung more than her missing treat was knowing exactly who did it. Her beloved and cruel Yeong Gi. They were definitely there this morning when she decided those cookies would be her motivator for finishing the week strong.
He’d kissed her so sweetly this morning before she left for campus. She might hit him. With a pillow of course. Many, many times.
Shin-ae hears the front door open. Such perfect timing. Sure it would’ve been nice to have some time to formulate a proper roast before he came home, or maybe ask him about it calmly, but her bougie reward cookies were nowhere to be found and he was the only other person in the apartment. “Asshole.” She lets the word roll off her lips in a matter of fact way.
Yeong Gi doesn’t skip a beat, locking the door behind himself and turning to her with a face full of charm. “Hello my beautiful queen.”
Shin ae turns her back to him, facing the glass doors of their balcony, arms crossed and chin high, gaze locked on no particular point on the cityscape horizon.
She watches his reflection carefully in the glass, mulling over which insult to use next. He slips off his nice work shoes next to her sneakers and places his bag on the kitchen island.
“What did I do this time?” She doesn’t need to see his reflection to hear the smirk on his face. “You know damn well what.” “I’m sure I don’t.” She watches his reflection lean against the kitchen island. There’s laughter in his voice and Shin-ae can’t resist facing and glaring at him. “How could you do this to me? I was saving those! You knew that and I trusted you!” It does all sound a little dramatic, but she can’t help it. Frustration bubbles up inside her chest and throat. She just wanted to enjoy her treat. Just one. He didn’t even leave her one.
Yeong-Gi braces his palms against the edge of the counter and looks at her for a long moment, still smiling. Fucker. But then he sighs, reaches into his bag, and much to her genuine surprise, pulls out a brand-new, unopened package of her soft baked bougie cookies, the same ones he’d eaten. And rather than vaulting herself over the back of the sofa and snatching up what’s rightfully hers, she takes a deep breath and softens her scowl. “Explain, heathen.” See? Reasonable. Yeong-Gi straightens up and holds up a finger to mark his first point. “First of all, they’ve been sitting on top of that fridge for weeks. And being this tall means I had to look at them every time I went in the kitchen. You should be proud of me for holding off as long as I did.” He holds up another finger. “Second, when I finally went to eat one – and yes, I was only going to have one – the package was already opened and they were stale. So being the amazing boyfriend that I am, I decided to sacrifice my taste buds for you, eat the remaining stale cookies and buy you a fresh pack. M’lady.” He closes his case with a bow and extends the hand holding the cookies out to her.
Shin-ae blinks at him, then the cookies. The strain in her chest begins to melt. How could she have ever doubted him? “Thank you.” Her voice is a little quieter than she expected. Yeong-Gi smiles as he walks closer to where she’s sitting. He moves to hand the package to her and she moves to meet him halfway, reaching over the back of the sofa to grab it. But he yanks the cookies away before she can touch them, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You have to give me something first.” “Okay.” Shin ae takes a deep, calming breath. I’m sorry for calling you an asshole without proper proof.” He shakes his head and bends down till his face is level with hers, leans forward and taps his finger against his cheek. “Seriously?” He nods – very seriously – and tilts his head a little more to better present his cheek to her. “You’re unbelievable.” Shin-ae tries to hide her smile because he’s actually the most adorable, sweetest, considerate person ever, and he puts up with her shenanigans everyday. She does her best to seem annoyed as she braces herself against the back of the couch and leans forward to plant a kiss on his cheek. Yeong-Gi turns his face at the last second and she decides he’s not that adorable. “You ass,” she mumbles against his mouth, unapologetic, as he braces his free hand against the back of her head so she can’t pull away. He only smiles and continues to kiss her.
And Shin-ae doesn’t resist because 1) resistance is futile, always is with him, and 2) Yeong-Gi gives the best kisses. The kind that take her breath away and make it hard to concentrate. They make her feel fluffy and lightheaded and cozy and he really is way too good for her. But then he’s pulling away. Shin-ae opens her eyes and blinks at the package now shoved in her face, Yeong-Gi smiling down at her. Shin-ae’s movements are slow as she grabs the cookies, and once they’re actually in her hands, she realizes how her appetite has changed. Yeong-Gi moves to turn around and walk away but Shin-ae snaps out of her daze and pinches the fabric of his work shirt, the cookies forgotten and suddenly, her lust renewed. “Wait.” He pauses, then turns around. “Yes?” He asks innocently, his expression portraying the exact opposite. “I, uh. . .” Can’t find the right words. It’s been so long. She’s been so busy, they both have between work and school and being adults. She doesn’t even realize he’s holding her hand until he brings it up to his mouth, bending down a little to bridge the gap so he can press his warm lips against the back of her hand and hum a question into her skin. “We should, uh . . .” He looks down at her from under lidded eyes and she knows he knows exactly what she’s thinking about. She can feel herself sinking into the cushions of the couch. “I mean I finally got all my exams out the way . . . Got some free time . . .” “That’s good, did you have anything in particular planned?” “You’re gonna make me say it, aren’t you?” She finally breathes out. “Say what?” He mumbles the words against her hand before letting go and leaning down again, bracing his hands on the back of the couch on either side of hers and hovering over her. He’s really gonna make her say it. Little shit. Fine. “Fuck me,” she deadpans while looking him straight in the eyes. Yeong-Gi goes rigid, his eyes wide and eyebrows raised, the sultry smirk completely gone. “Uh, that’s not, how I imagined that sounding.” Shin-ae discards the package of cookies to the other side of the couch and stands up on the couch cushion she was sinking into, a little satisfied with her upper hand. “What were you hoping for?” She puts her hands on her hips and looks down at him in mock scrutiny. She like this angle, enjoys being able to look down at him for once, however childish her stance may be. When is she not childish? He squints up at her then sighs and shakes his head at the floor. “Well,” Yeong-Gi takes a step closer, wraps his arms around her midsection and lifts her off the couch, which Shin-ae was not expecting and she scrambles to balance herself in his hold, ultimately locking her ankles around his back and gripping the fabric of the shoulders of his work shirt. Excitement pulses through her chest and deep in her belly at his simple show of strength. “I was hoping you’d say my name all hot and breathy.” She playfully scoffs at his words, then he turns them around and begins walking to what she realizes is their room. Yeong-Gi presses his words into the curve of her shoulder and adjusts his hold on her as he continues. “Then you’d beg me to make sweet, sweet love to you and jump into my arms so I could carry you to bed.” He pushes the door to their bedroom open with his foot and walks in. “But apparently,” he kneels onto their mattress, “I have to do everything myself,” and dumps her onto the sheets. She lands with a bounce, allowing her legs to fall from his waist but refusing to relinquish her hold on his shirt, and he goes down with her. Shin-ae rolls her eyes at his feigned disappointment and smooths her palms down his arms where they’re planted into the bed on either side of her body for balance. Then she smiles up at him sweetly and reaches up to cup his face, brushing her thumbs over the slight bags under his eyes and pulling his face closer to hers. “I guess I should make it up to you somehow,” she breathes against his mouth, anticipating the shape of his lips. He’s too close to see but she can feel his smile, wide, endearing and warm.
“I guess so.” Yeong Gi speaks against her lips, lingering there as his fingers reach up to brush through her hair, smoothing her bangs back and grasping a handful of her silk brown hair. There’s an ache deep in her belly, of longing and anticipation. They’re both so busy all the time, too tired for any intimacy deeper than quiet dinners on the couch and tired entanglement in their bedsheets.
Yeong Gi holds her firmly as he kisses her.
Shin ae shimmies her way up the mattress to a more comfortable position leaning amongst the pillows. He follows, eager, then swift in his movements to remove his tie and unbutton his shirt. Shinae watches him for a moment, enjoying the way his fingers fumble over the buttons with haste. He catches her gaze, playful, flirtatious. A questioning jut of his jaw towards her own clothed body as his button up comes off successfully. Her face feels hot and she’s grateful for the distracting task. Her shirt is barely over her head when she feels strong hands on her torso, steady, guiding her onto his lap.
Their bodies encased in the messy sheets and the fading afternoon light in their bedroom.
Hips pushing and rolling against each other. “Mmm, wait,” she manages between kisses. “Hmm?” Yeong Gi pulls away and looks at her like a sad puppy when she pushes at his bare chest. Shin ae rolls to the side and reaches for the nightstand, rummaging through the top drawer until her fingers grasp one of the small packages she’s looking for. She tears it open and hands him the contraceptive. “No babies in the agenda.” She sits back on her elbows to watch him adjust the rubber. When Yeong Gi finishes and tosses the opened packet aside, he looks at her with a softness she wasn’t expecting. “Not right now,” he agrees, and moves closer, crawling to settle over her figure once more. Shin ae flops back onto her pillows and allows him into her space. “But one day. We’ll make our own family.” Her heart flutters and she stares into those green hazel eyes. She’s so completely, hopelessly in love with him. Yes. Yes. She wants a family. With him. A child with green hazel eyes. Shin ae cradles Nol’s face and kisses him tenderly. He indulges her, then pulls back to give her a winning smile. “We’ll have a boy.” “Or a girl.” Shin ae raises an eyebrow and arches her neck as he moves to press his mouth into the skin there, trailing up and down. It feels so good. Borderline ticklish, achingly sweet, swirling through her blood, rushing through her body. If she were standing, her knees would be weak. “Or both.” Yeong Gi whispers into her ear and his voice sends a shiver down her spine.
He becomes more forceful, wrapping those strong arms around her back, pinning down her arms and licking a filthy, wet line along the length of her throat. Shin ae can’t do anything but lie there and take it, bask in the sensation and the moan that builds in her chest. The space between her legs aches and she pushes her hips into his.
She parts her legs and he settles between them, fitting like her missing puzzle piece. She watches as Yeong Gi presses into her, the stretch too much at first, dulling into full pleasure as he moves deeper and deeper inside.