Seventy-Five

"You're already making dinner?" Changmin said groggily, coming to stand at the island counter. He was still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes when I turned to look at him. He had pulled on his T-shirt and shorts but he had clearly stumbled out of bed to get here.

"Mm." I smiled. His hair was a mess. "You seem to have slept well."

"Yeah…" He put up his hands above his head and stretched. "I suddenly woke up and thought that it was morning already. I panicked."

"You panicked?" I turned back to the meat that I was cooking.

"Yes." He came over and hugged me from behind. "I don't want tomorrow morning to come."

I did not either, even though I was looking forward to the long drive. "You thought our time was up?"

"Mm." He grumbled. "Let's stay up all night."

"You're not driving tomorrow then."

"Then we can't leave." He smiled.

"If only it was that easy!" I shook my head. "Let go, Hyung. This is done."

"I could have helped you had you woken me up." He said and obeyed.

"I wanted to cook for you. I knew that you'd be adamant about helping if I had woken you up so I did not." I shrugged and plated the meat. The fried rice was already done. "Oh. Chae-ssi had come by. He dropped that off, saying that he wanted us to enjoy our last night here." I motioned to the packet on the counter that Changmin immediately checked.

"Pudding?"

"His wife made it." I nodded. "It was nice of them."

"They're making me want to come back here all the more. Everything about this place has been perfect. I have honestly never felt so relaxed even at our dorm."

"Yeah. Thanks to Chae-ssi, we haven't had to step out of this place at all. We owe him and Moon-ssi."

"I'm buying Moon-ssi drinks as soon as we're back in Seoul."

That reminded me of how there were three more weeks after tomorrow before the both of us could meet again.

"Mm." Changmin raised his chopsticks to show that he had enjoyed the mouthful of food he had eaten. "I'm going to miss your cooking."

I chuckled. "You'd better." I could probably surprise him sometime by packing a hand-made lunch. "Eat well while this lasts."

"Oh, I'll eat this very well. Don't worry." He smiled and tucked right into the food again.

Ah. I'm going to miss watching you eat like this.

"Hyung, let's go out the day that you're back in Seoul, before you get busy again."

"That depends on your schedule, doesn't it?"

"I'll try to keep myself free. I'll talk to Manager-nim."

"Okay. Let's go." He nodded. "But will you spend the night with me?"

Spend the night… "Hotel? That's… still a little too risky." I looked down. "And Jaehyeon Hyung… I don't want to push our luck. Even the others… They know me really well so… I don't know if I can keep lying to them. I don't want to keep doing it either but to just say-"

"Okay. Fine. Got it. No spending the night together." He cut me off and continued eating.

I watched him for a moment. "Hyung-ah… Are you upset?"

"No." He shrugged. "I get it. You're just trying to be careful."

You sound a little upset though. "We'll get our chances. I promise. I'll be looking out for it too. We'll get away once in a while, somehow. Let's just… not take undue risk, is all. You know we're always being watched." The dressing down that I had received from Jaehyeon the previous time had really shaken me up. I was worried.

He let out a sigh. "No. It's good that one of us is careful. We'll… figure something out."

I slowly smiled. He looked better now. Catching his leg between both of mine under the table, I tried to show my sincerity. "Sorry, Hyung. It's still a little scary."

He held my gaze before slowly smiling. "Ah. It's okay."

We ate slowly, talking about a lot of different things and just trying to extend our time. Once we were done eating, he helped with clearing the table while I washed the dishes. Once he had done his part, he came to stand to my left, leaning on the counter, waiting for me. We did not say much at first but then I began humming a song that he soon caught on to. From humming, it went on to become full on singing. And, just like that, I finished washing the dishes. The moment that I put away the last glass, he came to hug me from behind.

Like I had said, I had known that he was waiting.

"Aren't you an impatient man!"

"Come on. I held back till now, did I not?" He chuckled and lightly bit my right ear.

"Ah. At least let me step away from here?"

"No." He caught my chin and turned my face towards him, bringing his lips to mine. "Let's just do it here."

We had not restricted our sexual activities to the bedroom. One thing had always just led to another and we would just end up doing it. The kitchen though… "Un. A-Are you sure?"

"Blame the love songs you were singing." He smirked, pulling me towards the right and away from the sink. He put his body weight on me, forcing me to plant both palms on the counter before me.

"Ah!" I had not really had any protests. His eagerness, as much as mine, could be attributed to the fact that it was our last night there. So, when he pressed his groin area against me from behind and slipped a hand under my T-shirt in front, I bit my lower lip against the moan that rose in my throat. His lips settled for the back of my neck. He had stopped leaving marks on me a couple of days ago and I knew that he was going to do it this time either. It was still just as stimulating though.

His left hand at my chest, he dropped his right hand into my shorts, pulling it down a little in the process. Keeping his chest pressed to my back, he carefully leaned forwards, bringing me to elbows against the counter. Something about the lack of space for movement and the way that he was handling my member made me feel restless. The fact that I couldn't even see his face, made me feel all the more on edge.

His right hand snaked around my waist and he pulled my hips back into a better position. Dropping my shorts, he used his fingers first. They were soon replaced by his swollen and hard dick.

Looks like we're skipping the foreplay this time.

"You've… gotten used to me." He grunted in between progressively faster thrusts.

Obviously, considering how much we have been doing this lately. "Nn. Ha… Fu…"

He leaned over me once again once he had found his pace, kissing my neck before settling for breathing into my ear. His right hand still on my hip, his left hand found my left hand, weaving his fingers with mine. "Jeongwoo-ya."

Uwah! That was too much! Having him hold me like he was and doing what he was doing was one thing but to even call my name like that, his hot breath falling on my ear… It made me squeeze my eyes shut. "Ah… Hyung-ah… Hk."

He took my ear between his lips and hummed in response to my call.

That wasn't making things any easier. "Ah! Unh… H-Hyung… Slow- Ug."

"Ya." He kissed my cheek. "Open your eyes."

"Un." It was a task for me to open my eyes- that was how dizzied I was feeling by his actions. When I opened them and turned towards him, I found his clear black orbs watching me. He gave me a strained smile when I held his gaze. As if automatically drawn, our lips met, mutually indulging in a kiss so comforting that I felt all the tension leave my body in a heavy breath that he swallowed up. I tightened my hold on his hand but my upper arms were starting to feel the burden of both our body weights. My body trembled a little when I tried to adjust my arms. He noticed this and wrapped an arm around me over my arms and kissed my jaw before pulling out and bringing me to stand up. He urged me to turn towards him. Kissing me, he let me lean against the counter for a bit. Then, with his arms still wrapped around me, he walked me back towards the island counter which was relatively more free. The next thing I knew, I was on my back on the counter. He opened my knees and positioned himself between my legs. One palm planted firmly on my hip, he used the other hand to adjust his member at my entrance, then placed that hand on the counter beside me and pushed it all the way in. Kissing me deeply as he slowly began moving his hips, he worked his way back to his earlier pace. Then hooking his left arm under my right knee and holding my left up, the other hand still at my hip, he stood straight, continuing his hip movements. I clutched the edge of the counter with one hand and reached for my own member with the other. While the way he was watching me did make me wish he would look away, it was also turning me on. I could only purse my lips against the intense heat that I was feeling. This was… ugh. This was too much.

I released before he did, trying my best not to get anything on the counter. Conveniently enough, there was a stack of tissues nearby which he passed over before continuing to do what he was doing till he came too. Wiping his hand off, he smirked at me. "What? You're done already?"

Are you kidding me?

"Nowhere near." I held out my arms to him. Chuckling, he leaned in to meet my lips at which I hugged him around his neck. An arm around my torso, he pulled me to sit up too when he straightened up. He then proceeded to take off my T-shirt and kissed my collar bone, bending just enough to take his pants off as well. When he placed both palms on my either side on the counter and came to kiss me again, I wrapped both my legs around him.

There was no way that I was going to allow him to stop here.

"Mm." He pulled on my lower lip and supported me as he stood up fully, carrying me with him. "Let's go to the bedroom."

"Yes, please." I kissed him again, smiling at him through the heat building up again. "I'm far from satisfied."

"Who sounds like a pervert now?" He lightly bit my nose.

Aren't you used to this already though?

"Let's go." I kissed the side of his neck.

He grunted a bit as he adjusted me and then began walking towards the bedroom. "You… will be the end of me."

"Mm. Take me with you."

He chuckled. "You're stuck with me for the rest of your life anyway."

'The rest of your life.'

Any time that we would be forced to stay away from each other just felt insignificant compared to that. No matter where our careers took us and for how long, we were bound to come back to each other.

In that moment, the cliched 'forever' felt more like an emotion to me than a time stamp.