The weekend gone by so slow… Jiyong was almost everywhere and it was making Dara excruciatingly uncomfortable. He would catch up with her whenever she was alone… would bring shivers to her body whenever their skin brushed with each other. He completely made her agitated with his presence…
She could still remember how handsome he looked like whenever he smiled… how his lips moved when he talked to her… how he smelled like lavender… and on how he spoke of her name with his deep husky voice…
She trashed her body around her bed… trying to find sleep... trying to find comfort yet it never came… her brows slowly furrowed… biting her lips, she tried to drift her thoughts away from the guy who was the reason behind the odd feeling that was unsettling her nerves… yet her attempt became futile…
A long deep sigh escaped her throat as she stared above the ceiling… darkness filled her room… silence almost surrounded her as her heavy breathing swallowed the stillness. She could hear her heart pulsing in her ears… could feel the warmth that was scorching between her legs…
Her hands gripped on the sheets that surrounded her. Jiyong’s face welcomed the supposed to be darkness when she closed her eyes… her lips parted… and a soft moan came out from her when she remembered how he looked at her with those blazing eyes… how his lips felt against her skin whenever he kissed her goodbye…
She couldn’t be thinking about him… must not feel the stirring inside the pits of her stomach as his face etched in every of her thought… yet before she realized what was happening… one of her hands had already made its way between her legs… and once she felt the wetness drenching her underwear, sanity completely left her mind…
She bent her knees… rolled herself to the side as she kept her eyes closed…
Her brows met and forehead creased as she palmed the warm wetness against her womanhood…
A long exhale left her lungs and her body shivered a bit when she brushed her already hardened clit against the fabric of her panties…
Her toes curled as she slipped her hand inside her underwear… bit her lips once she cupped her soaking wetness…
Jiyong’s smiling face came to her mind… those eyes that looked like he was swallowing her whole made her to pinch the nub in her cunt between her fingers…
She threw her head back… muffling her moan as she bit harder on her lips…
She began rubbing herself… eyes tightly shut … moans gradually escaped her lips. She became wetter… drenching her hand as she continuously rubbed her now swollen clit… then after a while, she slipped in a finger inside her yearning hole…
She bit on the sheets as she lied down on her stomach and began inserting her finger in and out of her…
Her other hand went on to play with her clit again… driving herself deeper in ecstasy… soon another finger joined in to molest her aching hole…
Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as the tension in her body built up…
Her room filled with the sounds of her hard breathing… of her core being abused by her fingers… and the hotness of her body whose about to find its release…
After a couple of strokes… she felt a familiar feeling starting to grow in her stomach… her nub tingled and her walls began to tighten around her fingers…
‘Jagiya…’
Just then that familiar endearment name rang inside her mind… as if someone really whispered it to her… someone like Jiyong… and it drove her crazier…
“Oh God..!” She cried out…
And after a pinch on her hard clit… her vision turned white… a silent cry escaped her throat as her juices flooded out of her…
Her legs trembled… body collapsed on the bed as she grasped for air…
She slowly pulled her already soaked hands out of her shorts as she lied on her side…
Her body was still trembling from her release…she tried to open her eyes… half-lidded; she stared on the wall of her room...
A great realization hit her and she wanted to cry... she couldn’t be doing this… wanted to ask herself why she was doing such thing on her own body… yet she couldn’t find any answers…
After that ‘night’… especially since he came, all she could feel was that desire to be touched… there was something in him that was drawing her mind to insanity… she wanted it to stop… yet can’t help but to like the feeling as well…
Was it because of that ‘night’ that was why she was feeling this oddness..?
She just lost her virginity to someone she doesn’t know and here she was now, touching herself with another man in her mind…how much more sin should she commit…?
With that, tears streamed down through the sides of her eyes…
She felt so helpless, anxious… and above all furious to herself…
And she reminded herself once again…
She couldn’t be doing this… couldn’t be thinking of another guy... especially when that guy was the brother of her lover… of the man she was about to marry…
--
It was a long day for him… he just finished meeting up with his old friend and talked about the plans for the project she asked him to partner up with in designing…
Jiyong was starting to make his own name in the field of architecture… despite his young age he already had worked with a couple of renowned architects when he was still in states… he was a great associate and definitely gifted with a unique creativity…
He loved the art of design… he had a sketchbook before when he was still a kid and it was full of drafts of different structures…yet it was all dreary… that despite the perfection in it… something behind it was lacking… for all along… it was his prison… the structures were all meant for him… caging himself in his designs…
And when he met Dara… everything had changed… his designs had changed. He would always picture her happily walking along the corridors of the buildings he would sketch… how she would be happily living in the house he would design… she would wear that warm beautiful smile on her lips and she would say how great he was… how gorgeous his works were…
She became everything…. and soon it made him forget about his imprisonment for she made him feel the life he wanted to feel…
And apart from the structures sketched in his book… her face was drawn all over the pages… because nothing beats the beauty of the woman who was the reason of those beautiful designs…
--
Dara was doing her usual job as a head curator in one of the art museums in Seoul… she just finished discussing an art piece to a group of Japanese tourists and was about to head back to her office when she was put to a halt when the last person she wanted to see appeared in the museum.
She stiffened in her spot… eyes widen in surprise… and confusion immediately filled her mind, thinking what he was doing in there… or was she just hallucinating now…?
And her questions got answered when he saw her… his eyes beamed in happiness and it jolted her heart when she saw him smile at her. Clad in a black business suit… he made his way towards her…
There she was again… just like in the airport before, stuck in her place as she watched him got nearer to her… the same tingling sensation began to stir her insides and she began to loath herself once again for feeling it… yet it was very inevitable not to… for how could she not, if the nerdy Jiyong she knew before was now as handsome as those models in the billboards…
“Hi…”
He greeted her with that familiar husky voice…
His gaze ran along her figure… taking in her sight, he was once again controlling himself not to drag her away from the place and take her where she belonged to… in his bed…
His cock immediately throbbed in the sight of her… wearing that black knee-length skirt, her white silk blouse crumpled along her waist… she looked so devouring in these clothes better than those skimpy ones he saw in her in the club before…
He wanted to run his hands against the silky feeling of her stockings… those high-heeled stilettos was a sin… and she could make any man commit a crime just by wearing it…
He cursed inside despite the warm expression plastered on his face… felt an instant possessiveness the longer he looked at her… how could she be walking around wearing something like this…? He almost let out an angry groan if not for her meeting his gaze…
“Hi…”
And just by hearing her sweet voice, he immediately calmed down… that despite how sinful she looked like… she was still his angel…
He smiled… read the shyness in her face and it made him want to kiss it away…
“What are you doing here…? How’d you know I am working here…?”
Her voice sounded anxious and he didn’t like it. He sighed and tore his gaze away from her as he looked around…
“I remembered you’re working as a curator…I was hoping you could tour me around… I needed an idea for the project I’m about to make… and as for knowing where you’re working, I asked Minho…”
Of course it was a lie… he knew where she worked the day she started working in there.
He smiled at her again as if he couldn’t see what his presence was doing to her… she was agitated yet he learned to love it as he watched her… for clearly… there was a desire flaming behind the anxiety she could feel…
“What does it have to do with your project…? As far as I know you’re not an interior designer…”
He chuckled with her tone… she sounded so desperate to push him away… never did she know that the more she pushed him, the more he wanted to get closer to her…
“Do I have to be an interior designer to see these arts…? Come on, it’s your job to tour your guests around right…?”
Even before she could think of something else to say, he began walking around and all she could do was to follow him. She was in agony… the man she found her release last night was now with her. The more she wanted to forget about Jiyong… the more he invaded her mind. He was like plague, digging through her, spreading his influence all throughout her… leaving her nothing but those odd feelings…
“Really, what are these arts had to do with your project…?”
She asked him, careful not to lay her eyes towards him again as she directed it to one of the paintings…
She waited for his response but it never came. Her brows furrowed in annoyance… she abruptly turned to him only to see him so focused, looking at the painting before them…
Her expression eventually calmed as curiosity began to fill her.
She looked at the painting that he was staring at and she felt a slight pinch inside her as she realized what it was.
“Forbidden Love”
That was the name written on the label below the painting… it was a scene of an eclipse that was about to end… with the moon and the sun about to go to different directions yet the moon was still hiding a great part of the sun…
She dropped her gaze before darting it back towards Jiyong… she couldn’t help but to pity the sight of him looking at the painting with such sadness in his eyes… as if he could relate to the painting’s story…
“The painter wanted to portray the idea of forbidden love with this painting… it barely occur in a year for the sun and the moon to meet each other and when they do… it only lasts for a short moment… because all along, they never meant to meet…”
Silence met her words and the pain inside her grew as she continuously watched him… His eyes were glued on the painting… as if he was memorizing every detail of it. She was about to break the silence not until he beat her to it.
“It doesn’t have to end like that...”
She raised a brow with his statement… she looked at the painting again before she heard him continued…
“Maybe the moon is just too scared of the sun’s brightness… too scared of its beauty… too scared that it might take away that beauty with its darkness. No one bothers to admire the moon so maybe it is scared that it might also take away the beauty of the sun so it chose to just watch the sun from the other side of the earth…”
‘He couldn’t take away her beauty only because of his selfishness…no matter how much he loves her…’
He felt an immense pain from his realization… was he doing what he thought the moon was afraid of…? Was he that selfish that he was slowly taking away her light…?
“But people consider eclipse as nature’s miracle… people would anticipate whenever the sun and the moon meet… yes… you’re right… it doesn’t have to end as a forbidden love… not when their union brings out the beauty of each other better than their existence alone…”
He was momentarily speechless from what he had heard… she always does that… would always make everything ends out positively… would make every apprehension in him fade away with her words… would save him from his agony as she showered him with hope and happiness…
She was smiling at him… and she was not far from the sun from the painting… too beautiful that it was almost blinding… while he was like the moon, too afraid to tarnish her beauty because of his darkness… but that was before… after all it was him who was supposed to have the identity of the man she was loving now…
He was not like the moon anymore… for he had worked so hard to create his own light… a light that he would now share with her…
“The truth is… I came here not because I needed an idea… I came here because of you Dara…”
And just like that… the smile on her face slowly faded away as complete blankness sheathed her expression…
“What… what do you mean…?”
She choked on her words… barely audible as she let it out in a whisper… and her words immediately followed by a gasp once she felt his hand touched her face.
“I told you I missed you…”
Her skin felt like burning from his touch yet she couldn’t make herself stop from wanting to be touched by him… she felt like being magnetized by it that she could only stare back at him and be drowned by his burning touch.
He smiled when she didn’t push his hand away… with that, his thumb began caressing her chubby flushed cheek before he trailed his hand down the side of her neck… but before he could reach it… she immediately stepped back…
“What are you doing…?”
She whispered incredulously… she folded her arms in front of her and eyes immediately wandered around, checking if someone saw them… her heart was beating erratically and it slowly became hard for her to breathe…
She was sure he was doing it in purpose… he was purposely intimidating her and she doesn’t know why…
He just looked at her… the once he had the chance to have her, he was still craving for her… and it was painful standing now in front of her with her struggling to get away from his simple touch… that no matter how clear in her eyes the desire to be touched by him, it was also clear on how desperate she was for his presence to disappear…
“It was just a simple touch Dara… I don’t have any skin disease you know… but I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have done that if I knew it would make you feel uncomfortable…”
He whispered back as he looked away. And upon realization, she immediately felt guilty about thinking badly of him and especially on how she acted from his touch again… how could she not if it was too drowning to take… that the more he touch her the more she wanted more… it was all wrong… no matter how she sees it, it was all wrong…
“I think you should go now Jiyong… I still have some things to take care of that I won’t be able to continue touring you around…” She sternly told him, wishing he would just go… wanting to feel the peace she was feeling before he came…
And he gave in to her wish… with a forced smile on his face he looked at her…
“Sorry to bother you… thank you for the time though…”
His smile became wider before he curtly bowed a bit and started with his tracks…
Dara followed him until he left and a long deep sigh escaped her once he vanished from her sight…
She immediately clutched on her chest and knees almost trembled as she felt how fast the pace of her heart was…
Jiyong was truly pushing her to the edge of her sanity…
--
When his visit almost made her crumble to pieces… finding him outside the museum, leaning on one of the statues outside almost take her consciousness away…
Her mind was screaming why he was there…before she knew it, she was already marching to where he was...
His hands were inside his pockets… he was clearly trembling from the coldness of the night… women who were passing by would check him out yet he looked like he didn’t care as he kept his gaze down on the pavement. Realizing what she was doing, she stopped in her tracks… she should avoid him… she should get away from there quickly before his presence could stir odd emotions inside her again…
But before she could even go to a different direction…he looked up and his gaze immediately landed to her… and when he saw her… a wide smile quickly crept on his lips…
She gulped down the forming lump inside her throat… and once again, she became glued on her spot… watched him as he slowly made his way towards her… his eyes were once again taking her whole… draining her with its scorching gaze…
“You said you were busy earlier so I stayed here and waited for you…”
He told her as if it was the easiest thing in the world… as if the clear tension inside the museum never happened… he didn’t even hesitate as an innocent smile was still etched in his handsome face…
Just who was this guy in front of her…? She kept asking herself…
“Why did you wait for me…?”
She didn’t intend to sound rude yet it came out just like that… he was really scaring her and all she could do was to appear rude to him to make him stay away…
“I needed a ride home… can I get a ride…?”
Her eyes widen… was he for real…? Autumn was about to end… it was freezing outside… and he waited for her only to get a ride..? Disbelief filled her once again …
“Then you should have hailed a taxi..! Look, you’re freezing..!”
She flailed her hands towards him as her gaze directed on his trembling frame…
He smiled at her outburst and before she could say more, he grabbed her clad in glove hand and began pulling her as he started his tracks towards the parking lot…
“That’s why we should hurry… I’m about to freeze to death out there… where’s your car…?”
She began to panic… he was holding her hand so tight that her struggles were futile.
“Jiyong what are you doing…?! Let go of me..!”
He didn’t listen… instead he continued dragging her until they reached her car.
“Where’s your key…? Come on Dara it’s freezing out here…”
She looked at him for a moment… her eyes as round as saucers. She doesn’t want to be alone with him again… why was he doing this to her…?
But then… as she saw him began rubbing his bare hands against each other… worry overcame the fear in her.
She immediately fished through her purse for her keys. He watched her and he couldn’t help but to smile again. With a trembling hand she got her keys. Jiyong continuously watched her and she knew all of it… goosebumps were all over her skin… she couldn’t even insert the key to open the door of her car.
He smiled again… reached for her trembling hand to guide it. She gasped from the contact… a bit grateful that she was wearing gloves; at least she couldn’t feel his hand that much.
He squeezed her hand once they unlocked her car…
Before she realized what great mistake she did… they were now both inside her car. A deafening silence surrounded them… she doesn’t even want to start the engine… they just sat there…
“You don’t have to be scared of me Dara… all I wanted is to spend time with my future sister-in-law…”
She immediately looked at him with furrowed brows… her lips curved in a scowl for she didn’t know if what he said would make things different for her. Because no matter what he says, it won’t change the fact that he had already plagued her mind… his presence alone was irresistible.
His face was blank… he heard her sigh as she turned her head to the road and started the engine of her car…
A slight smile crept on the side of his lips as he turned his head to the window beside him… gazed up and had a glimpse of the moon. His eyes fluttered in sadness as he remembered the painting. How long would the moon have to wait to meet its love…? But at least it had the stars around it to join it in its sorrow… thoughts flooded his mind that made Dara turn to him because of his silence.
“Tell me the way to your house…”
He immediately turned to her… saw how she quickly dodged his gaze as she turned to the road again. He sighed before he began telling him where to go.
--
“Come up for a bit… I’ll make you some coffee…”He was once again in his jolly self as they arrived in the building of his unit…
“No thanks… I’ll just go…”
She began stuttering in her words… hands were tightly gripping the steering wheel for there was no way she would go up with him house in his alone…
Jiyong’s pouted lips slowly curved out a smirk… definitely wont let anything to stop him from getting what he wanted tonight… with that, he hurriedly pulled out the key of her car and put it inside his pants pocket. He saw how surprised she looked like when did it, and he couldn’t help but to chuckle.
“Jiyong give it back to me..!”
He just smiled at her before he stepped out of her car and began to make his way inside the building.
Dara’s heartbeat was nowhere near normal… her palms started to sweat inside her gloves... the lump in her throat was starting to feel painful and the heat inside her body started to burn her again…
“This can’t be happening...”
She whispered to herself as she squeezed the steering wheel before she stepped out of her car and followed him inside the building…
Jiyong glanced to the side and his smirk grew wider when he saw her following him behind…
They rode the elevator in complete silence… he decided not to talk for clearly she was too lost to even listen. She jumped a bit when she heard the elevator dinged… and bit her lip in nervousness when she realized they reached his floor.
Her eyes widen when she felt his arm wrapped around her shoulders as he guided her out. Her mind was screaming to take his arm off of her but her body won’t listen… a parade of curses filled her mind as she continuously blamed herself for putting herself in this situation… only to find herself now inside his pad…
“Welcome to my humble abode…”
He chuckled as he began taking off his suit jacket and placed it on the arm rest of one of the leather sofa… and that was when she began to notice his place… everything was white… and if not, it still had a touch of white in it… the place was so neat yet still manly at the same time…
“You can sit if you want…” he said with a chuckle once again when he realized she hadn’t moved a bit in her spot.
She doesn’t want to… wanted to just run out from this place and forget she even gone with him… but much to her disbelief towards herself… she complied with his words again and found herself seated on one of the sofas as she gazed around his place…
He was inside the kitchen… she could hear him preparing something… and as she gazed around, her eyes landed on a picture frame on one side table.
She went to it… and upon seeing it… her heart swelled realizing it was her and Jiyong five years ago…
She can’t even remember when the picture took place or if they really had the chance to take one… but seeing it, she couldn’t help but to smile. The Jiyong in the picture was the one she knew… the one she was comfortable with. He was still wearing his glasses… his hair wasn’t nicely groomed… and his smile… probably that was the only thing that didn’t change in him for it still looked loving and warm…
Never did she know he was looking at her from behind… blankness sheathed his expression as he watched her looking at the picture of them… before he even realized it… he had already got closer behind her… had wrapped his arms around her slender waist and had snuggled his face on the side of her neck and inhaled the sweet scent of jasmine in her…
She gasped… accidentally let go of the frame… letting it tumble down the floor…
Fear immediately bloomed inside her… together with a faint of that odd feeling… mixed emotions completely sheathed her being as she once again smelled his familiar scent of lavender…
“Jagiya… I told you I’ll come back for you…”
He whispered… eyes closed as he placed a soft kiss on the side of her neck…
No comments:
Post a Comment