⚓ Shops

@⚓ Hongbin It was cold being alone in the cold, cramped changing room. Although neither of them had said anything hurtful to each other, or fallen out in any way, she still felt an aching loneliness in her chest that only seemed to be growing.

With a heavy sigh, she slipped off her underwear and pulled on the new pair, making sure to keep the tag so she could give it to the cashier - she was sure Hongbin wouldn't have appreciated it if she had just blatantly stolen right in front of him.

That thought had reminded her of when he's kissed her as a thank you for letting him bring back the jumpsuits to the hospital. She'd smiled into that kiss, glad she could make him happy. As long as they understood each other, things would work out.

But would they? Could they? Was this really the life she was going to have to live, sharing it with Hongbin? She'd be splitting herself between the desert and the ocean, never fully in one place. She wanted Hongbin. Damn, how she wanted him. He made her laugh and smile and made her feel worth something - she had always known she had worth... But to have someone else see where worth lied in other, unforeseen parts of her? That's what Hongbin had given her.

And he made her heart flutter; made her feel like a giddy little girl - which was ridiculous. She was supposed to be a warrior. Oh what she'd given to feel his lips caressing the back of her hand again. It made her feel... wanted. And not in some ual way. In an important, emotional way. She felt a connection.

But would that feeling evaporate as soon as she returned to the desert? Would it struggle to survive the distance? Would she come back and no longer be in love with him?

She didn't want that to happen.

"Hongbin?" She said quietly, pressing her back against the wall that separated them. She didn't know what she wanted to say; but suddenly all the words were pouring out. "Thank you. For everything. I- I want to say that before anything happens. Before I leave... for home." She paused, not knowing how else to continue. "I- You've made me feel... I don't know, special. And that's what makes me love you."

That wasn't entirely true - there were probably countless reasons why she had fallen for him. But in that moment, that one was the one she could define.

"You're worth more than the way those... customers treat you..." It seemed she could talk more freely with a wall between them. "I just wanted you to know that."

When her words ran silent, she took a breath and stood up straight, pressing down her dress. "You can come through now," she said, sounding more her confident self.

@☼ Dara Hongbin didn't know why he was being so awkward over something so little. Perhaps it was because he didn't want her to see him like the men who watched her strip, and wanted to show her that he loved her for more than her body. Maybe it was because he knew he wasn't much better than any of those men, and if he looked he wouldn't be able to look away.

"Nothing. I'm just being stupid." He said, trying to laugh off the awkwardness that he had brought into the room. Sighing, he knew that things would be so different with them as a couple. The culture shock was bound to come sooner or later.

His lips spread into a bright grin at the small kiss, Hongbin feeling relieved that he had managed to correct the situation. He couldn't imagine losing Dara, especially over something like his work. He needed her, whether she knew it or not. Hongbin intended on keeping his promise, knowing he would have to work harder and longer to make up for the income he would receive from ion.

He enjoyed their innocent moments, knowing that they both had a past of the exact opposite seemed to strangely make it more intimate.

Hongbin felt the urge to tug her back, do what he could have done while he helped her out of the dress. They'd already done so much, yet so little. While he said that what they did would help hold it off, he couldn't help but feel like it had ignited something inside him that wanted to go farther. It took all his willpower to not press her against the wall right here and now.

Taking the clothes from her, he looked down at them then back to her. Biting his lip gently before leaning in to kiss her, the kiss was his only reply. He was glad that she could accept his morals, and didn't judge him like how he didn't judge her.

Even though Hongbin told himself he wouldn't let things like these embarrass him, he could help but feel his cheeks heat up when she said this. Now this was definitely something he felt like he could help with, one side of him wanting to help while the other telling himself that if he did it would surely lead to something else.

But before he could decide she was slipping away, Hongbin calling out to her, "Hey, w-wait!" He attempted to follow her, but by the time he came out she was already slipping into another changing room. Sighing to himself, he decided to give her her privacy.

Hongbin stayed in the changing room they were in, deciding to wait until she was finished.

@☼ Dara ((Oh, weird. I think ill be able to reply tomorrow))

@⚓ Hongbin {{okie dokie!
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@☼ Dara ((Ill reply as soon as I can!!))

@⚓ Hongbin Sandara couldn't help but notice how awkward Hongbin looked when she began to change in front of him. "What?" She blinked at him, amused and confused. She did this all the time with Hamin and her dancers costume wasn't much more covering than her underwear. Then again, Hamin was quite obviously gay and the men who watched her dance feasted on her bare skin and the imaginations of what was beneath the material that was there. Sandara had never really had a concept of covering up. She wasn't ashamed of her body and it wasn't like she hid it from strangers. So stripping off her dress that first night - and now - hadn't been unusual for her.

But she supposed this now was a different situation. Hongbin wasn't just another lustful stranger - or her gay best friend. Maybe it was wrong of her to be so comfortable around him like this. Was she supposed to be modest? Would treating him like that make them more special?

But they had both seen each other in only underwear. Covering up now couldn't reverse the past. So Sandara shook off the thoughts and let Hongbin choose whether to be embarrassed or not. After all, hadn't she promised herself to never let anyone else change her? The ways of the desert were different to here. It was often to see people relaxing together in the Oasis with barely anything on. She supposed lesser clothes did mean being less hot in the desert.

Sandara smiled when Hongbin pulled her to him in an embrace. "Not okay," she chuckled, finding that dimpled smile irresistible again. "But bearable." She leaned up and pressed a tiny kiss on his lips, not unlike the first kiss she had ever given him. The type of innocent kiss trapped in moments of vulnerability.

That innocence seemed to evaporate when she felt his fingertips grazing the bare skin of his back as he slowly ped her. He felt incredibly close to her, his breath on her shoulder, and part of her expected him to, in any second, wrap his arms around her waist and press her back against his torso.

There was a mixed feeling of disappointment and relief when he didn't.

"Thanks," she smiled, shrugging the dress off her shoulders, the fabric tumbling to the ground around her feet. Glancing behind her to Hongbin's back, she reached past him where he's put the other dress and plucked it off the hanger.

Easily, she slid into the fabric and straightened it out on her body. Reaching down, she picked up the other dress and placed it on its own hanger before turning her attention to her old clothes. The shirt and jumpsuit were laying strewn in the corner of the changing room. She picked them up and folded them into a neat enough pile. "Here," she handed them to Hongbin meaningfully. "This is yours. And," she added, glancing at the jumpsuit. "If you want to give the jumpsuit back to the hospital later, that's okay. I get that you're not into the whole stealing thing."

Admitting that she practiced something he refrained from made her feel awkward. She wasn't much used to handing back anything she'd stolen before. But she guessed he'd appreciate it.

Turning away, she distracted herself by fiddling with the hem of the blue dress. "What I could do with right now," she hummed to herself. "Is a new pair of underwear." She slipped out of the changing room in an attempt to escape just for a second, grabbing a lacy pair of underwear from the shelf, one that looked vaguely comfortable and like something she'd usually wear. It wasn't like she really cared, as long as they fitted.

Sandara hesitated, about to slip into their shared changing room before going into the one next to it. Changing dresses was one thing but changing underwear was another. She figured Hongbin would appreciate her modesty right then.

@☼ Dara Hongbin nodded, her idea sounding good to him. This also made sure that Dara would have a reason to visit him, and could stay the night if she pleased since clothes was no longer a problem. He took the dress, but immediately averted his eyes.

He still couldn't believe that she was comfortable enough to change in front of him, the thought surprising him more than it should.

When she closed her eyes Hongbin thought she was going to cry, and he freaked out a bit. He could have her cry, if she cried it would tear him up inside and he would hate himself for the rest of eternity. No, she couldn't. She couldn't cry-

The male was happy that he decided that. It seemed like his words affected her, and stopped any negative emotions that would come with him having to tell her that he was going to go to that customer tomorrow. Her smile eased him, and he was brave enough to come closer and embrace her.

"Does that make it better?" He asked, a smile on his face that he knew Dara wouldn't be able to resist. Hongbin didn't know why but he felt the absolute need to keep her happy. To always have her smiling and laughing.

He didn't even think about her job, because he knew that she loved him. For now, that was enough. He wouldn't push her, because pushing her to do something would be like pushing against a brick wall.

When she suddenly turned around Hongbin became nervous. He didn't know why, but this felt so intimate. Taking a breath and making sure to keep his hands steady, he brushed away any stray strands of hair and slowly ped her. He wouldn't admit it later on, but his eyes feasted on the skin shown to him. If they were at a certain lever he would touch her, pull her closer to his chest and kiss his way up her neck. But he couldn't do that yet, so he simply cleared his throat and said, "Finished." Before turning his back to her so he could change.

He couldn't believe that he, a e, was getting shy over something as small as this.

@⚓ Hongbin "Then I'll take both," she hummed, picking up the black one on its hanger and admiring it. "I can wear this one when I come and visit you. You can keep it in your house so I don't lose it." It was a kind of plan, a promise. It was assuring him that should would come back. That when she left for the desert, that didn't mean she was gone forever. Turning around to face him, she handed him the dress, deciding that she'd change into that one now. She reached up behind her to the blue dress when Hongbin answered her question and her hands froze.

It hurt. Of course it hurt to know he'd be with someone else - that he'd be doing ual things with someone else. She could already invisage it; Hongbin letting his customer run his hands all over his body, Hongbin pleasuring his customer, Hongbin having with his cust-

Sandara stopped herself, closing her eyes tightly and forcing the images out. It made her feel sick to know that the hands that had touched her not fifteen minutes ago would be touching someone else tomorrow. And the next day. And the next-

His words struck her. Shocked, she looked up at him, meeting his gaze. Was he serious? Was he really going to give it up? Slowly Sandara smiled, though it was tinged with sadness. "Okay," she whispered. It was times like these that she felt most vulnerable.

Sandara averted her gaze suddenly. Could she do that for him? Quit her dancing job, quit flirting and seducing men? It wasn't as bad as what Hongbin had been doing but it surely hurt him.

She'd try. She'd try for him

"Can you help me ?" She asked suddenly, turning her back to him and swooping away her hair to give him access. She supposed it was a way to claim him as hers, to keep him interested in her. She didn't want to be lost amongst the crowd of his customers. She wanted him to be hers and hers alone.

She was in love with him.

@☼ Dara Hongbin frowned at her, rolling his eyes at her teasing. "I'm sure it does, but there is no way that I'm buying this." He said, chuckling to himself when he looked at himself in the mirror. He should have gotten her something like this as well, then they could match.

That would be the only time he would wear something like this ever in his life.

He contemplated flicking her forehead, but decided against it. He didn't know what kind of reaction he would get from that, and he didn't want to risk it being a bad one.

Arching a brow at her, he wondered what could make this outfit even more 'perfect'. Hongbin shouldn't have even asked. Tilting his head up, he let her away. Since he enjoyed the sensation, why would he try to stop her?

When asked to pick one of the dresses, he rubbed his chin in thought. Both looked good on her, so how could he decide?

"I really like the black one..But I think it'll be troublesome to wear it in the desert. So let's get the one that you're wearing." Hongbin wanted her to be able to wear the dress wherever she went without having the danger of getting a heat .

The sudden question made the nice atmosphere disappear in seconds, and Hongbin had to look at the ground. He wet his lips, not wanting to say what he had to say. The male couldn't lie to her.

"Yes..I have to. If I don't, bad things could happen. After this I'll stop, I'll tell my clients that I'm with someone. Okay?"

@❊ Hongbin Sandara couldn't hold in her laughter when she turned around and saw him in the shirt. "Wow," she sniggered, reaching over to touch his bicep, feeling the material over it. "It suits you," she grinned, poking fun at him.

"Don't you like it?" She laughed, turning so she could look at him in the mirror. "It's just your colour."

Affectionately, appreciating how well he was handling her teasing, she leaned her head against his shoulder, taking his hand, linking their fingers together.

"It's almost the perfect outfit," she said, biting her lip in a grin. "All you need now..." She said, looking up at him with a glint in her eyes. "Is this!" And she pounced, kissing his cheek and neck playfully. She didn't waste time and quickly on his neck, a hickey emerging. His other one has begun to fade and it wasn't fair that he should have none and she have plenty.

Satisfied, she stepped and smirked before posing for him. "Which dress should I get?"

This time felt bittersweet. It felt like they were ignoring the issues that really mattered. They were procrastinating instead of facing up to them.

Sandara had to be the one to face it first. She knew Hongbin would follow her if she did. Quietly, she asked, "Are you still going to meet that guy tomorrow?"

@☼ Dara He laughed. Hongbin couldn't imagine himself at any sort of fancy place, the thought was preposterous. How could he, someone who was used to barely even used to decent cooking, ever go to a fancy restaurant. He may be more adapted in the customs here, but not by much.

His eyes stared at their reflection, smiling at how good they looked together. The male could truly see them being together for a long time, perhaps forever if everything worked out.

But even though he was entranced by how well they looked together, he couldn't help but notice the hickeys upon her neck. It gave him a sense of accomplishment, and a certain smugness. He'd been the one to put those marks on her. Those exact marks would tell everyone else that she was taken and completely his.

The marine biologist was probably a bit too proud of himself.

Letting her remove the blazer, he almost felt bad about how it landed in a little heap on the floor. But that didn't mean he was going to pick it up. When he looked at himself in the mirror again he couldn't help but think about how much more he looked like himself. He no longer looked like one of the richer people in his kingdom. He looked like Hongbin.

He arched a brow at her shirt choice. Of course she would give him something like this. He'd called it, saying that she would definitely do so.

Sighing as if the act pained him, he peeled off the current shirt, the one that was nice and that he'd definitely buy, and replaced it with the bright shirt. When he looked at himself in the mirror, he snorted. He looked ridiculous. Glancing at his girlfriend, he was happy to see her in her new dress

@❊ Hongbin Sandara playfully pouted, his hands at her waist, her body close to his. "That's a shame," she sighed, gazing at how handsome he looked in the blazer she'd picked out for him. "We'll just have to go to some fancy place so you can wear it." She smirked playfully at him, running her fingers along the collar of the blazer.

But she wasn't going to force him. If he didn't want to buy it, he didn't want to buy it. She didn't want the one thing she'd buy for him to be something he never used; a bad, useless memory.

Sandara looked at the two of them in the mirror. They /did/ look like a good couple; a mischevious, outrageous couple. Her fingers automatically lifted to her neck, tracing the marks there that she could now see. He had done some serious damage to it but all she could do was laugh. More than the necklace or the shirt or this dress; these love bites would be the thing that reminded her of him.

"Well then," she said, her fingers slipping underneath the collar of the blazer he wore. "If this isn't your style then..." Slowly she slid the blazer off his shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Happily, she gazed at him. Although the blazer had suited him strikingly, she did have to agree that /this/ look was a little bit more Hongbin.

"Now!" She pulled back suddenly, grabbing for the other t-shirt she had picked out. "Try this on!" She pressed the brightly coloured, outlandish - she would even go so far as to say tie-dye - t-shirt against his chest.

Then she spun around, pulled off the dress she was wearing and squeezed into the other. Hongbin seemed to have a thing for skin tight clothes.

@☼ Dara Hongbin couldn't admit to being a complete saint, even though he wasn't in the slightest anyways. Glancing behind him, he watched her get dressed and smirked to himself.

His girlfriend probably didn't know how big her wet spot was, because it seemed like her were almost completely soaked through. He wanted to about it, both by taunting and rubbing her through her . If they hadn't agreed to wait, Hongbin probably would have.

He'd toy with her until she was shaking in his embrace, barely able to both stand and keep herself quiet. Then he'd pick her up and press her against the wall. He didn't even want to think about how tight she'd be. Or how good it would feel to be inside her. If he did he didn't know if he would be able to control himself for a moment longer.

When he turned to get a look at her, he smiled. She looked gorgeous. "Amazing." Is all he said, pulling her closer by her waist. She was so beautiful, Hongbin wishing he could tell her this without sounding incredibly sappy and/or cheesy.

He glanced at himself in the mirror, before nodding. Too bad he had to burst her bubble just a little bit.

"I'm not much of a blazer guy though. I prefer t-shirts or tank tops." He admitted, looking apologetic. It was nice. It really was. Hongbin just didn't know when he was ever going to wear it.

If he was going to wear it, which he would probably end up not doing so. He'd hang it up in his closet, and it would just sit there and collect dust. Which was a very rude thing to do to such a nice blazer. But everything else was perfect.

The male looked at them in the mirror as well, smirking slightly before nodding. "A very nice couple. That one couple that everyone wishes they could be apart of." He said, chuckling as he kissed her nose.

@❊ Hongbin Sandara smiled confidently up at Hongbin, taking the dresses he had picked out for her and raising her eyebrows in approval. He had good taste.

He also seemed to like seeing her in skin-tight clothes as both these dresses were pretty fitting.

Sandara didn't hesitate taking the shirt she wore off and ping her jumpsuit. Though, as she slid it off, she turned her back to Hongbin. It wasn't that she was shy about her body in front of him. Her dance costume was barely any bigger than her underwear. Besides, he'd practically seen her already.

The thing was, her still had a clearly wet patch on them from earlier. They were pretty uncomfortable and Sandara didn't want Hongbin to get all high and mighty because he'd succeeded in getting her wet.

Sandara chose the black dress first, squeezing into it and feeling it mould to her curves. Sandara was pretty impressed; he'd got her size bang on.

Spinning around - and not caring that Hongbin might not be fully dressed - Samdara stuck her hand at her hip, making a dramatic pose, said, "So, what do you think?"

Her eyes lit up as she took in his outfit. "I like it," she grinned, stepping closer to him and flaring out the collar of his blazer. "It suits you." She slid her hands into the pockets of his skinny jeans, noticing how exceedingly tight they were - she was surprised his bulge wasn't blatantly obvious in them.

Then she glanced towards the mirror to look at the reflection of the two of them. "We look like a good couple," she commented as if she hadn't even meant to say it out loud.

@☼ Dara He didn't know whether to agree or not, simply because he didn't know what kind of outfit she would put him in. He hoped something not too bad, but then again she would definitely do that just to embarrass him.

Or at least that's what he thought.

When she suddenly was walking off to the Mens section, Hongbin knew he didn't have much of a choice. Sighing, he smiled and shook his head before heading off in the woman's section. He went straight to the dresses, wanting to see how she would look in one.

His fingers grazed over the material of a black dress. The cloth was soft, perhaps cotton, and it was short. It was both y and cute at the same time, perhaps a bit edgy as well. Hongbin decided that this would be perfect for her. But he didn't stop there, picking up a navy blue dress as well.

It had longer sleeves and had lace on it. He smiled as he looked at it, looking up at Dara. Deciding to take this one as well, he was just about to pick out a pair of shorts for her when Dara suddenly grabbed him and began pulling him towards one of the dressing rooms.

He was surprised when she came in with him, his eyes widening. He stared at her, sputtering and trying to find a response. Couldn't she wait outside?

Why did she have to come in with him?

But it didn't seem like this was up to him. Instead he simply handed her the two dresses he had picked. "You try these on then." He said, before ing his shirt and beginning to take off all his clothes except for his underwear. He pulled on the teal t-shirt and blazer, before pulling on the skinny jeans. Like all skinny jeans, they clung to his skin.

@❊ Hongbin Sandara wasn't blind. She had noticed the way he'd been eyeing those skinny jeans. After all, her job required her to be observant; and she prided herself in being particularly good at it.

But instead of blatantly telling him he could look for his own clothes, she had an idea, her eyes sparkling. "How about," she began, the beginnings of a playful smirk emerging on her lips. "I pick out an outfit for you and you pick one for me?"

Before he could even agree, she had pushed him playfully towards the woman's section while she stayed hovering in the men's section.

When she was sure he was far enough away, she paced towards the skinny jeans, picking out a size that looked like it would fit Hongbin. Although she wasn't an expert in buying clothes for guys, she was sure she had an idea of his size; she had gotten quite close to him, after all.

Ten minutes browsing had resulted in her gathering a pale teal t-shirt - with thick black lines in the shape of waves - paired with a grey blazer. She'd also pulled a ridiculously bright t-shirt for the hell of it. She couldn't wait to see him try it on; she'd have to stifle her laughter.

As soon as she was confident with her choices, she weaved her way through the stands to find Hongbin. As soon as she did, she linked arms with him, pulling him towards the changing rooms. But he didn't push him to go in alone. In fact, she lead him into a changing room that they could share.

"Try these on!" She pushed the clothes she had chosen towards him, a confident smirk on her lips.

Then; "What?" She asked feigning ignorance as she glanced around the changing room they were sharing. "I wanted to see if it looks good!"

@☼ Dara Hongbin was glad that she had taken up his offer to go to one of the shops. Personally, he didn't care how he looked to other people most of the time.

He could dress in rags and people would still want him, and he knew that all too well from his earlier days. He could be filthy, have his hair greasy and uncombed, and have all kind of things under his fingernails but someone would still want him.

It was a mystery that Hongbin could never figure out, but it wasn't like he was trying to.

One of his customers once told him that he had grown well. That he had started off as a cute little kid, and turned into a handsome man. But it didn't make him happy like he thought it was supposed to. It made him feel disgusted, how he had let such men be the people to watch him grow.

He was simply glad because he didn't want to go back to his house. The male didn't know if the argument would start up all over again, and he didn't want to chance it. They were happy, he wanted them to stay that way for as long as possible.

Perhaps they wouldn't even go back to his house tonight at all. They could go to a hotel, or Hongbin could go home alone. He knew that she probably planned to go find her friend and didn't want to hurt his feelings. But he didn't mind, because if he were her friend he'd probably be worried sick.

Hongbin didn't even have to nod in agreement, because he was suddenly being pulled into a store with a different array of clothes. Looking around, he glanced at the female section and for a second thought that she was going to drag him over there. "Do you wanna help me pick out some clothes? Or should we go our separate ways?" He asked, noticing a few pairs of skinny jeans he may want to end up trying on.

@❊ Hongbin "Oh no!" Sandara laughed, pretending to shield her face from his smile with her hands. "Save me!" She called as if she were calling to another person. But her jokes were broken up by laughter and how she affectionately laid her head on his shoulder to make sure he knew she was kidding.

The two of them seemed to get past the nurse alright and any other curious eyes. It was a relief as she wasn't really in the mindset to weave her way out of accusations.

Sandara made a face at Hongbin when he opened the door for her, knowing he wasn't completely a gentleman. Especially after what he had just done in the closet.

But she accepted his invitation with an exaggerated curtsy. She was relieved that he had already sorted out the payment for the procedure on her hand as she had no cash on her and she wasn't in the mood to try and run away without getting caught. "Thanks," she said, making sure to take his free hand once they had exited the hospital. As much as she was independent, she wanted anyone who saw them to know he was hers. After all, she was sure there were plenty of people who wanted - or had - their claws in him.

Sandara was reluctant to go back to his shack. That was the place where they had argued; where they had harboured frustrated feelings up about each other. It's where she had witnessed him with another man. It was where she had cried; where he had cried.

They had just been able to forget that and Sandara didn't want to step back into that. She wanted to run as far away as possible from it.

So, enthusiastically and confidentially, Sandara pulled him towards the nearest clothes store and said, "Let's find something's that are a bit more flattery." She looked down at the clothes she was wearing; they did the job but that was about it. Finding something a bit more fitting and sultry was far too appealing an offer to turn down. Plus, her damp were really getting uncomfortable.

@☼ Dara He didn't think anyone would confuse them for friends either. Not with the way they looked at each other, or how touchy he was with Dara.

If Hongbin was touchy with his clients then he was overly touchy with Dara. Good thing she hadn't told him off yet, or else he'd have to use his puppy dog eyes on her. He didn't want to have to use one of his secret weapons, he had a plan on how to use it later. Yes, he was going to use it around the time they decided to have their first time, but that's all he would think about it now.

"Exactly" He responded, a proud grin on his face that almost stretched from ear to ear. Everyone he'd met so far was a er for his smile. It was unbeatable. People couldn't bear to stay mad at him when he smiled. His smile had probably saved his life far today times for it to be called a coincidence.

Hongbin followed her lead, and pretended to look interested in one of their brochures that were next to the wall. All of them were boring, of course, and he was glad that he hadn't spent anytime looking at them while he was with Dara. It would have been a huge waste.

Hongbin glanced up, looking as confused as she did when she mentioned the word 'Janitor'. He laughed it off as if she was trying to make a joke and had failed, before following Dara down the hallway and towards the exit.

He held the door open for her, quietly saying, "M'lady. And don't worry, I think I filled all the paperwork I needed to fill out about your hand." He said, telling her that he had paid for it basically. It was the least he could do, since technically he was the reason why she had an injury like that in the first place.

"Well, do you wanna go home? Or do you wanna stay here and shop a bit?" He asked, noticing that there were stores all around them.

@❊ Hongbin "You know," Sandara began, teasing Hongbin. "Friends put their arms around each other's shoulders." She chuckled, taking the hand of the arm he had draped around her, and entwined his fingers with hers, swaying his arm slightly.

"But I don't think anyone could confuse us as friends anyway," she grinned, her eyes sparkling. They did have a natural chemistry and attraction for each other after all. Without intention, they would naturally be drawn to each other. Perhaps that was one of the reasons they got along so well.

Sandara rolled her eyes, breaking from her serious expression. "Because nobody can resist Hongbin's smile," she said, partly sarcastically and completely dramatically. But she wouldn't be surprised if it was true. His smile was pretty convincing and it transformed his face from an unapproachable Greek god to a dreamy, friendly and altogether gorgeous Greek god. To say she enjoyed his smile was an understatement.

As soon as she had opened the door, she - taking Hongbin with her - strolled out as if her being in a Janitors closet was the most natural thing in the world.

At first, she'd thought she'd gotten away with it, the hallway appearing completely clear. But when the door to the closet finally closed, the figure of a nurse pacing up the corridor appeared from behind it.

Sandara smiled sweetly at her, recognising her as one of the nurses from earlier. "Hi," she said, squeezing Hongbin's hand affectionately and making a show of it. "Thank you for all your help. I feel much better now."

The nurse smiled, seeming pleased. "It's my pleasure. But," confusion spread over her face. "Why were you in the janitors closet?"

Sandara cocked her head, feigning confusion and ignorance. "Janitors closet?" She shook her head, smiling sweetly. "I don't think we were in one of those."

And then, swiftly, she turned around with Hongbin and paced down the corridor to the reception area and exit, biting her lips so she wouldn't laugh. Poor nurse; she had been left standing there, completely bewildered and trying to figure out if she'd dreamed it all. Sandara hoped she had t realised they'd changed clothes.

@☼ Dara He was glad that she didn't push it off for two reasons.

Reason number one, was that he didn't have any other ideas on how to hide her hickeys, and he didn't want her to feel uncomfortable with being out in the open and having them.

The second reason was because he liked it. He liked holding her like this, keeping her close and away from anyone else. It clearly stated that they were together, and even though she was very beautiful she was also very much his. So far no one would be able to change that.

He smiled at her, leaning over to press a quick kiss upon her cheek. "Now, no one will confuse us for friends." He said, chuckling and nipping at her ear.

It was fascinating to watch her switch like this, to watch how seriously she took something like this. Also how she seemed to be completely fearless. He couldn't help but admire her. Perhaps he struck the jackpot more than he thought.

"Will do. If anyone suspects I'll just smile at them, sound good?" He said, knowing how much his smile could effect people. It was his biggest strength, and sometimes weakness.

The bright light of the hallway made him squint, not remembering the light being this bright before.

@❊ Hongbin Sandara made a face at Hongbin when he started to individually kiss each of her fingers. He was so cheesy at times like these and she was surprised he didn't have a girlfriend up till now, what with the romantic way he was treating her. If she were any other girl, she'd be swooning by now. But even if she wasn't, her stomach was still fluttering

Sandara grinned with pride, glad that he had enjoyed it. Of all the times he had ever had ual interactions with anyone, she hoped this time was more memorial than any of those. She'd wanted to satisfy him. She was glad that she had.

But, despite her confidence, the way he brushed her hair aside made her sheepish. Playfully, she batted his hand away, avoiding blushing. Why was it only his touch that made her stomach do flips?

Sandara laughed when he slung his arm over her shoulder, perfectly placed to hide her love bites. "You'll just have to keep it there," she chuckled, holding onto his arm with her hand so he couldn't move it. For added effect, she leaned get head against it, smiling playfully at him.

"Let's go," she smiled, leading him towards the door before reaching for the door handle with her free hand and twisting it. "If there's anyone outside," she said, switching into her work mode. "Act natural."

And then she twisted the handle and opened the door.

@☼ Dara Hongbin chuckled when he saw her cringe, wondering what she was thinking about. In moments like these he wished he could read minds, or at least read Daras mind. Her mind seemed so complex and confidential, and one peek would probably confuse him for eternity. But still, any little bit of insight would be more than nothing.

Which is what he currently had.

The kiss helped take his mind off it a bit, Hongbin wanting to lean closer and press their lips more firmly together. He rubbed their noses together, pulling her closer by the smallest fraction.

He loved having her close, it made his heart flutter. Which was weird to admit to himself. Being in love was a whole different world for him.

He'd decided long ago that it was a good thing. It was a good thing to be in love. It made him want to be better, gave him a reason to smile once in awhile. It also gave him a person he could always trust, no matter what. She was a major thing in his life, and there was no changing that. Whether he wanted to or not.

He hummed in agreement, knowing that it would be best if they didn't do that here. The more she traced patterns across his skin, the harder he found it not to smile. He didn't know what had gotten into him, but suddenly he was smiling like a fool. Leaning into her touch, he took her hand and raised it to his lips. He began kissing each of her fingers, chuckling to himself. This was so perfect. It was so easy to be around her.

When she asked that, he laughed. Never in his life had he been asked that question, so he felt a little strange answering it. But then it dawned on him. She was the first person that actually cared if it was good or not.

"It was great, you were great." He complimented her, brushing her hair behind her ear with his fingertips.

Again, he nodded. It was time to go. They'd spent too much time in this tiny closet, and the janitor was bound to come back at one point. Sooner rather than later, as well.

When she said that Hongbin looked at her, his eyes dumbfounded. He hadn't even realised that he'd left so many marks on her skin, but he supposed that now was the time to make up for it. Looking around, he jokingly picked up a dirty rag before tossing it back down. Then he simply wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "Better?"

@❊ Hongbin Sandara was lost in their own private world that existed only between their eyes. It was becoming increasingly obvious how much she was showing him; how much he could see her raw emotions. She wasn't even this close to Hamin; she had never told him about her insomnia or her hidden insecurities. She was only vulnerable around Hongbin; and that's what made her trust him.

With Hongbin, it felt like he could see all that just by gazing into her eyes.

Sandara's eyes travelled from his, gliding over his nose and onto his soft lips. They looked glossy as if he had just them, their fullness like pillows she could fall asleep on. Sandara cringed at her own perception of his features before screwing it and leaning up to graze her lips against his, barely a whisper.

She pulled back only an inch so that their noses were still touching. She loved the feeling of his arms around her waist, pressing against the small of her back. It made her feel incredibly close to him in more ways than one.

"I think we should save that for later," she whispered in the small space between their lips, the forefinger of her right finger tracing patterns from under his ear, down his neck and across his cheek. Although continuing what they had just been doing was tempting, now that she had awoken from the haze the had put her in, she realised how much she wanted to wait for it. She wanted it to be a time for just them, not time stolen in a hospital.

Then a thought struck her. This had all started from his hunger and ual frustration. It had all been for him. Curious, and partly concerned, Sandara softly asked him, "Did it satisfy?"

Biting her lip in a smile, Sandara gently pulled back from Hongbin. "Should we go?" She asked in a chuckle, her hand reaching for her neck and remembering how much he had her there. She was probably covered in bruises; and that was definitely a give away that they'd been up to something.

Lifting her eyes to Hongbin's, she smirked. "I think you need to take responsibility of this," she raised an eyebrow, challenging him. "Find me something to cover it."

@☼ Dara Hongbin thought it was cute how easily she hung onto him. All this made him feel a bit better, made him a lot happier than usual.

Even though his bliss had faded, he still felt as if he was on top of the world. Maybe this was just the effect Dara had on him. Maybe it was because he'd just done something intimate with the woman he loved. Maybe a bit of both. Who knew?

Luckily, Hongbin had successfully avoided another hardness. That would probably just start the cycle all over again, and they would never get out of this freaking hospital. He was completely comfortable, his muscles feeling relaxed and perhaps a bit like jelly.

Hongbin let out a soft content hum as she touched him, enjoying the kiss wholeheartedly. He loved the way she caressed him and tangled her hands in his hair. In return, he pushed a strange of her hair off her shoulder before running his fingers through it gently.

It was amazing how much he loved her. He stated right back into her eyes, showing all the love and emotion he could muster. Somehow, he felt bonded towards her. Like besides her was where he was meant to be, always and forever. Being away from her seemed like a crime, one that he couldn't commit.

One that he couldn't even dream of committing after his promise.

He took her being speechless as a good thing, and hoped that he hadn't just imagined everything. That it was as good as he wanted it to be.

A single, clear laugh escaped his lips when all he got was a single 'wow'. It seemed like he had nothing to be worried about then, if that's how she felt.

Hongbin didn't want to make his answer seem cocky, but how could he deny it? Of course he knew what he was doing. He'd been a e, a job where it paid him to be good at all things ual. Hugging her closely, he gave her a small nod.

"I could do more, if you want me to. But I have a feeling that this isn't exactly the ideal place to do any more of that stuff." He murmured, rocking them back and forth ever so slowly and gently. It was almost as if they were slow dancing.

The thought made him smile. He wanted to do that. One day he wanted to go dancing with her, show everyone how beautiful she was.

@❊ Hongbin Sandara needed a minute to breathe, especially after what she had just experienced. She was still on a high, her head still foggy from the . It was certainly able to make her forget about her hand, that was for sure.

The whole experience had felt otherworldly. Although they were in a janitors closet, somehow Hongbin had been able to transport her to another place. Even now, as she began to return to Earth, she was surprised how much she had to readjust to her surroundings.

Sandara had to cling onto Hongbin's shoulders when he placed her back on her feet, her legs weak and unbalanced. If it had been any other situation, she wouldn't have just stood still and let Hongbin dress her again. But she feared that if she tried it herself, she would fall over, her feet still walking on air.

Her were clammy when Hongbin put them back on, the wetness uncomfortable between her legs. She had to shuffle to readjust to it, knowing she'd have to deal with it until she found some replacements.

Hongbin slipped her body back into the jumpsuit and zipped up the front, covering her form. Although she was now fully clothed, she still felt completely exposed, like he could see the way she was feeling through her skin.

Sandara watched him dress himself, holding onto his bicep so that she wouldn't collapse onto the floor. The feeling of bliss was beginning to become faint but it was still present. She needed a minute to focus on her breathing and slowly begin to steady it.

Kissing him back was as easy as breathing, his lips soft and faintly tasting of her juices. She slid her hands up his arms, over his shoulders and into his hair, affectionately caressing his cheeks on the way. Staring into his eyes had a strange affect on her. She suddenly saw him in a new light, his eyes becoming deeper and showing more of who he was. The experience they had just had together had been incredibly intimate and suddenly made her feel all the more closer to him. It had bonded them together, her attraction for him growing exceedingly.

He had caught her. And she was entirely willing.

Hongbin buried his face in her neck, kissing her there as his words vibrated against her skin. It wasn't often that Sandara was speechless - but it proved that this time was an exception. She patted her lips, trying to say something, wanting it to be funny or witty, but all that came out was, "Wow..." Then, affectionately, she buried her face into his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his neck in a hug, wanting to be close to him. "You really know what you're doing," she murmured. "Don't you?"

@☼ Dara Hongbin didn't want to think about her being with anyone else, about her experiencing this pleasure with anyone else. Now he knew the kind of jealously and possession she had felt over him when she saw him with that man. He didn't like it. He wanted to be the only person that could touch her like this, but felt selfish for wanting that. How could he want that, yet not return the favor?

He truly was selfish.

No excuses could be used. Instead of voicing it, he only on her harder than before. Giving gentle to even it out, he pressed his finger down hard on her g-spot when he found it. He'd been doing his job long enough to know what would happen next.

Just in time, he managed to pull back so he could watch her expression. Even though he knew it would only serve to get him hard all over again.

But did it look like he cared? It was both the most interesting, and the most arousing thing he had ever seen.

Smirking, he moved his head back in, removing his finger to up her juices and practically her clean. Giving her one last , almost as if he was saying goodbye, he carefully set her back down on the ground and steadied her before she could even think about falling.

Standing up slowly, he began dressing her back up and let her enjoy her post- bliss. Zipping her up, he was finished. He evenhanded to make it look like she didn't just have a mind blowing . Then he began working on his own clothes, sticking close to her so she wouldn't suddenly lose her balance. Finally they both looked presentable. Cupping her cheeks, he raised her head up and kissed her gently on the lips.

"How did it feel?" He murmured, nipping at her bottom lip ever so gently. Smiling slightly, he leaned down and kissed her neck, known for being especially cuddly after . It could be a bit embarrassing with himself s customers, but with Dara it felt like something that was as easy as breathing.

@❊ Hongbin She'd done this before, of course she had. But before, it had ever been as intense as this. Before would consist of a whole lot of fumbling trying to find a pleasure spot. With Hongbin, every spot was a pleasure spot. Every single movement from him had her or whimpering, the pleasure building up in her body. One of his tongue or flick of his fingers and she was shivering under his touch. It amazed her how easily she was expressing how good he was making her feel. It felt like almost every second came a sound or reaction of approval from her. It seemed like every single time he moved only an inch, she was experiencing the pleasure all over again.

This was experience she knew she wouldn't have with anyone else.

When Hongbin removed his tongue, Sandara whined, not wanting him to stop. But then he replaced it with his finger and she found herself reacting incredibly positively towards it. Subconsciously, she spread her thighs even further as if she were accepting his and not his finger. She found herself wanting him to put another finger in. Would three fit?

His finger caressed her inside walls, the feeling unlike any other. She could feel it moving inside of her. The feeling travelled to her stomach, almost like he was caressing the inside it.

Sandara knew he was close. If he just moved a centimetre, he would hit it. She almost felt compelled to move his finger herself just so she could feel the pleasure faster.

And then it happened. He found it and get body reacted spectacularly. Sandara arched her back immediately, a cry of pleasure cutting from her lips, her eyes rolling back in her head as fireworks burst in front of them. The pleasure from both her G-spot and her intensified, making her body convulse, her hips bucking into his hand, her legs shaking, growing weak. She almost felt like she was going to fall off his shoulders.

Sandara didn't want him to stop. She knew they would have to sometime, but she wanted him to continue to explore that area inside of her, to make this pleasure continue. She felt herself tighten around his finger as juices escaped her body and pleasure spread everywhere.

This was it. This was what she had needed.

@☼ Dara The air in this room seemed hot and heavy, Hongbin positive that he was starting to sweat. Well, if he hadn't been already.

He massaged her walls with his tongue, also giving her thighs a little massage as well. His actions seemed to be pleasing her as much as he wanted them to, hearing all the cute little noises she made. Every one was filed in his brain, and for once he found himself favoring all of them.

The male almost whined into her when he heard her trying to control his moans. Those were his. He wanted to hear all of them, not have them taken away from him just for the sake of someone walking by. If someone did walk by they'd at least have the decency to not try to investigate, since that would only create a painfully awkward situation for both parties.

Plus it would kill the mood.

Years of practice left him with knowing exactly where to touch, where to apply pressure, and where to to make the person he was using his techniques on have an . It was his job, or at least was and is now more of a last resort, so he took perhaps a bit too much pride in it. Just a bit.

He didn't plan on it. Stopping was definitely not a thing in his vocabulary at the moment. Pulling his tongue out of her, he moved his lips back up to her and began kissing it. His fingers replaced where his tongue previously was, Hongbin giving her thigh a warning squeeze before slipping it inside of her slowly.

He knew that he needed to be gentle, which is why he let her adjust.

After a few minutes he began moving his finger, slowly at first so she could get used to the sensation. Curling his finger, he rubbed against her walls and searched for her g-spot. He couldn't help but want to make his beloved see stars.

@❊ Hongbin Sandara's breath shuddered as he switched the attention of his tongue from her to her entrance. But he didn't deglect her , rubbing his thumb against it and she had to bite her lip to stifle another moan. Her moans seemed to echoe in the small room, perhaps even vibrating the walls. All she could hear was her heavy, shallow breathing and whimpering sounds of approval, continuously followed by the sound of Hongbin's expert movements taking over her.

In this small space, her senses were amplified. She could hear the wet sound of his tongue and their entwined breaths, could feel his hands holding her still on his shoulders, his tongue working magic on her; and could smell the distinct scent of - sweat and hot breaths and body fluids.

Sandara let out a series of "Ah"s when she felt him slip his tongue into her, her head becoming cloudy as she tried to control every thing that she was feeling. She wanted his hands all over her, she wanted him to caress her. He wanted her to have him.

Never had she ever thought something that was so damaging to her independence. And yet, never had anything made her feel so complete - and she hadn't even realised she needed it.

"Don't stop," she gasped, trying to control her moans by breathing in and out, in and out, her eyes closed. But closing her eyes made the pleasure all the more intense, her other senses intensifying.

Sandara couldn't help but notice he was good at this. Extremely good. Of course he was. He'd done this hundreds of times. The thought niggled at the back of her mind but she pushed it away, knowing he was with her now and so sure he loved her. Didn't she have that above all the others he'd slept with.

The way she thought about it - the way she had to think about it - was that he had slept with all those people to hone his skills until he could use them on her. Even if it wasn't true, it was the hope she had to hold onto.