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She's dreaming. She has to be. Because of this was real life, the man in her kitchen right now wouldn't be treating her sounds so delicately, he wouldn't have drove her all the way back from the market despite living so far from her. Why is he being so tender with her? Why is her heart melting into goo at the sight of him, at his touch?
"You must really like the view, huh?" He startles her back to reality. He's not wrong. The sight of him kneeling before in her living room is making her weak in the knees a little. "Don't tease me." Iseul clears her throat after speaking, how could talking hurt her so much? Oh, right, because that fucking asshole in the street almost choked her to death. "I'm not teasing you, so don't waste your voice on scolding me." His eyes are so versatile.
Oops, now she's realising his words are coming in one ear and out the other. She looks down, embarrassed at how out of touch she is. "I wasn't scolding you..." she mumbled, hoping that will be the last she can speak for now, she hopes the pain will at least fade a bit tomorrow. Rang doesn't hear her mumbling, he seems too focused wiping her bruises surrounding her neck. He curses under his breath, anger stirring up in him again. He can't handle the fact that she was close to dying by the hands of a drunk bastard living at a market.
"How you feeling?" He asks, putting the wet towel down on the floor by the bowl of water. "Like shit." He can't help, but smile at her blunt answer. "I'm surprised you answered my question." She immediately shakes her head, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, contemplating whether or not if she wants to talk more. "Arasseo, aresseo, aresseo..." Rang waves his hand, signaling her not to strain her voice even more.
He lifts up his hand slowly to her neck, "I'm sure it hurts." He sighs, barely brushing his fingertips over the bruises. She almost loses her breath over his touch. Her eyes slowly goes to his hand touching her, pressing her lips into a firm line to restrict herself from making any faces. His ego would only swell up at the dirty thoughts she's having about his hands.
When she glances back at him, she feels under-dressed. In her own apartment. Because of his usual suit attire. Again, it makes her weak at the knees remembering he's kneeling before as she sits on her couch. His eyebrows furrow as he focuses on tracing her bruises gently with his fingers. She doesn't know what he's going to accomplish by doing that, but she certainly doesn't mind.
"Are you leaving soon?" The burning sensation in her throat stings less this time. He looks up at her as if she meant something else, worry flickers through his eyes, like she had just found out something he's been hiding. But he turns neutral again. "What?" Iseul doesn't like his immediate reaction, but chooses to ignore it. She tends to overanalyze things anyway. "I mean, are you going back to your house now?" His shoulders relax. Ignore.
He reverts back to his mischievous grin. "Why?" Rang rests his hand on her knee. "Are you going to miss me?" He tilts his head teasingly. She scoffs, looking away, the pain lasting for a moment. "You're so..." she loses the words that were ready to go out of her mouth when she makes eye contact with him again. It's the same eyes she was staring into not one second ago yet heat pools between her thighs. She stops herself from pressing them together before he could notice the sudden change in her mood. It's not really sudden when she's been feeling it for the hour.
His grin slowly fades, concerned at her face dropped. He takes in her appearance, which definitely doesn't help since he's basically checking her out in a sense. His hand on her knee twitches, she takes in her bottom lip between her teeth. When he looks at her face again, it clicks.
Shit.
The foxy grin comes back. "Iseul-ah..." He somehow goes closer to her face. "Are you..." For split moment, she thinks about how long he's lived, how many women he must've had the same effect on, how many women screamed his name in pleasure.
She snaps out of it. She fakes a cough. "Oh my, would you look at how tired I am!?" She gets off the couch as he watches in shock and amusement. "And it's so late!" Iseul taps her wristwatch without even glancing at it. "Yu Ri must be worried sick!" She mentally cringes at bringing her newfound friend she's finally made amends with into her mess. Rang stands up as she practically dashes to the door. "SO sorry to worry you! Call me tomorrow if you have anything else to say! Or don't!" She blabbers on as she unlocks her door, so worried about being that close to Rang again that she doesn't even notice him slowly making his way to her, his mind already made up with what he's going to do to her.
You've done it now, you've embarrassed yourself in front of the insanely hot gumiho you hated not even a week ago. She shakes her head at herself before pulling open the door. "Mr. Lee-" He took his time walking over to her, but he uses his powers to be right in front of her. In shock, her fingers slips from the door handle, letting it close itself as fast as it was open. Their chests are barely touch each other. She's sure he can hear her heartbeat.
Rang takes a step forward, she moves back. "You know," her back is pressed against the door now. "If you told me that you felt that way about me..." their faces inches apart. "I would've done something earlier." Iseul's mouth went dry. The aching heat in between her thighs thickens. Silence fills the room unexpectedly. Rang knows she could just open the door right now and kick him out if she didn't want this. But the tension between them has probably already suffocated her, because, hell, it sure has done him the same. He's glad he finally noticed. He wonders how long she's felt this way about him. Not emotionally, but sexually.
"Iseul-ah," he says again, and it's lighting up a ticking bomb in her this time. "as much as I'd like to stare at you all night-" The ticking bomb finally sets off. She grabs him by the lapels of his red blazer, pulling Rang in sternly, their lips crashing into each other's. He doesn't let her action stun him and kisses back, already loving how rough she is.
He lets her push off his blazer, it falls to the ground and the next thing they knew they were stumbling their way to her living room again. Rang pulls her sweater over her head, revealing her bra and more skin. They're not letting each other go, their lips moving ceremoniously yet roughly. Iseul's hands feels out his shoulders as they go to his face, cupping him closer to her. They came to a stop when the back of his legs hit the couch. He puts his hands on hers, pulling them off his face rather forcefully, but Iseul reattaches her hands on him again, this time on his hips. Rang kisses her harder before pulling away with a frustrated groan of some sort.
Her chest heaves up and down as she catches her breath. They both feel like they're in daze as they drink up each other's appearances. "Ah, shibal..." Rang lets out as his hands feel every part of Iseul as if he had no control over them. Iseul hums with a small smirk. She feels him against her leg, hardened by the sight of her. She dives back in, her fingers tracing their way back up to his face. Rang's hands are in between them. Her breasts are spilling out of the bra, partially because of how he's cupping them from the bottom with his single hand while the other traces circles on her hip.
Iseul tangles her fingers into his hair, feeling giddy about how she finally gets to mess it up from his perfectly styled state. He licks the roof of her mouth, causing her to open it a little as she surges forward, pushing a bit over the couch. He tightens his messaging hand on her breast at her action.
"Am I..." he says into the kiss, his hand now tugging one of the bra straps down her shoulder. Iseul shudders at his touch. "gonna fuck you.." his kisses are now going away from her lips to her neck, her shoulder. "on this couch or in your bed?" Rang smirks at her throwing her back when he places his thigh between her core, moving it slowly with such ease. Yep, he's experienced. She's holding back her moans. Rang looks up at her for this.
"Answer me after you say my name." He demands, and he doesn't stop moving his thigh.
His grin is gone, he's stern, and Iseul is very much turned on by his demeanor.
"If I don't?" She manages to say without stammering, her hands balancing herself on his shoulders.
Rang arches an eyebrow. His foxy grin flashes through for a moment. "Then it'll take us much longer to get to it."