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Despite what was happening south of my navel, I laughed, earning me a smirk from Jihoon, who pressed a kiss to my thigh when I obligingly lowered my fist from my mouth. He nodded his approval before lowering his head, and suddenly I wasn’t laughing anymore. And I wasn’t muffling my cries, which sounded so obscenely loud in the airy living room, but they only seemed to encourage Jihoon. He moaned against me, adding a sense of vibration to the hot, wet press of his tongue that he swirled in all the right ways.
Suddenly, he changed the angle of his fingers, pressing them upwards in a way that made me squirm, jerking my hips in uncontrolled ways. I no longer cared what kind of sounds I made, or how loud I was.
And then, faster than I could imagine, I was cresting the wave that threw me down and broke me apart, a thousand, tiny explosions cascading across my body in a series of fireworks that left me boneless and panting. All the while, Jihoon applied gentle, constant pressure with his hand in the way he knew Iliked, as he pressed soft kisses up and down my thighs, saying in between each one, “Mine.”
And I was. I was his, and he was mine. We’d figure the rest out later.
Chapter 19
Imanaged two whole days before insisting that Jihoon take me upstairs to his shared apartment. It just felt too weird to be in the same building and avoid it. I kept joking that he just didn’t want me to see how three guys living in the same apartment must live like slobs. He insisted they were very clean, but refused to prove it until today.
We’d been watching a movie, but it was boring and this was way more interesting. I’d crawled over his legs, immediately snaring his attention., instead of whatever-the-fuck was playing on the huge TV. He’d grinned at me until I buried my face in his neck, kissing my way up his warm skin, enjoying the way I felt his pulse leap under my tongue as he grabbed my hips.
“Hmm,” the sound vibrated in his throat, tingling my lips. “What is this, jagiya?”
“I wanna see your place,” I murmured, brushing my lips against his jaw.
“We don’t need to go upstairs,” he rumbled, “we have a bedroom down here.”
I laughed, and pulled back to look at him. “How about you show me your bedroom upstairs?”
“It might be a bit weird to take you up to my place just for that,” he smirked, and I playfully slapped at his chest. His very nice, hard chest.
“Come on,” I whined, leaning back. “Are you embarrassed? Have you got a bunch of weird boy things there?”
“Boy things?” He quirked an eyebrow. “What do you imagine I do in my home?”
“I wouldn’t know, because I’ve never been! I bet if I sent a message in the group chat, Seokmin would tell me what number you live at.”
The night we’d decorated the tree, they’d added me to a group chat – just the four of us, because I hadn’t officially met Woojin or Minjae yet.
“In fact…” I leaned so far backwards that Jihoon had to grab my hips to stop me from falling off him, but I’d known he wouldn’t let me fall. I grabbed my phone off the coffee table and straightened up, just as Jihoon slid me closer to him.
“Hmm, this is comfy,” I grinned, wiggling my hips and giggling as Jihoon grunted. “But you won’t distract me!” I unlocked my phone, and made it all the way into KakaoTalk, before Jihoon grabbed for my hands.
“Okay!” He relented. “You win. We’ll go see my home, and if it is gross, it’s because I have not been there.” He wagged his finger at me, but I just grinned.
“Yay!”
Ten minutes later, we were stood outside a door that was identical to the one to our temporary home downstairs. Jihoon knocked loudly, even as he unlocked the door and pushed it open.
The entryway was identical, but from the way it opened up, it was immediately obvious this unit was bigger than the one we were staying in, which made sense, as Kyungsoo had two bedrooms, compared to this place, which Jihoon said had three.
“Hyung?” Seokmin came round the corner, barefoot and wearing sweats and an over-sized t-shirt. He had a towel around his neck and his hair looked damp. He spotted me peeping around Jihoon, and to my pleasure, his face widened into a grin. He came towards us, dropping his towel to hang around his shoulders.
“Kaiya!” He reached for me, but Jihoon held out his hand to push him away, like he was a pesky family pet. Seokmin wrinkled his nose at Jihoon, but dropped his hands.
“Why are you here?”
I couldn’t get over how well he spoke English, how easily he and Sungmin had slipped in and out of it.
I’d asked Jihoon about it after they’d left that evening, and he confessed that all the members were more fluent in English than people realised. But publicly, only Minjae and Jihoon were known to be fluent.
"They don’t feel confident speaking English in interviews," he’d explained. "Even a small mistake can blow up online."
I thought back to a red carpet interview I’d seen once, where a K-pop group had stopped to answer questions, only for the interviewer to mock them throughout the conversation. The group hadn’t even noticed the insults, because they hadn’t understood the language context.
It was a super shitty thing to do, but now, I understood why GVibes were so careful about revealing how proficient they really were.
