The sky was a nice blue, pretty to look at, with just a few clouds moving across it. It was warm out, and the air smelled like fresh flowers. Chin just pictured it: a life where she was drop-dead gorgeous, loaded with cash, and famous. It felt like she was floating, high up in the sky, like it wasn't even real.
Then, a leaf dropped from a branch. It drifted down slow, swaying a bit in air that wasn't moving at all. Chin was just about to blow on it when a hand shot out and caught it.
Chin didn't seem to notice much around her until she felt a soft, warm kiss on her cheek, which snapped her back to reality. She turned her head to her right to see Min-sun looking at her dotingly with a soft smile. He was lying at the other side, their heads close to each other but his diagonal to hers. He shifted his head forward to plant another soft, slow kiss. Chin was immediately mortified as she sat up abruptly, looking at their surroundings. Min-sun, seemingly unfazed, rested his head on his right hand with his elbow propped up, still smiling. They were in a garden together, one frequently visited by many people, located in the posh side of the city, known to be a hub for couples.
Chin, not wanting to draw too much attention, had strategically picked a picnic spot close to a cluster of trees. Fortunately, the sun was out, and the soil beneath them wasn't too moist, making it a great spot that offered a semblance of privacy and was away from bothersome insects. Min-sun had taken care of the spread of food and drinks, while Chin, had mischievously sneaked a floral tablecloth and a few soft cushions from her mom's cafe, adding a touch of cozy elegance to their discreet outdoor date.
"I told you I'm not good with PDA," she whispered, her cheeks flushing with mild annoyance and embarrassment. Min-sun felt a bit hurt but smiled brightly as he apologized.
"Sorry," he scratched his head. "I got carried away." Min-sun stood up as he offered his hand to Chin. "Come." Chin looked at him, puzzled, as she glanced at his offered hand.
"It's going to be fun, I promise," he smiled. She was a bit skeptical and hesitant, but she took it, and he helped her up, then dragged her deeper into the cluster of woods.
"Our spot, someone could take it," she protested as he pulled her inside.
"It's okay."
"But my mom's cloth and cushions!" she exclaimed, a note of panic in her voice.
"I will pay for it if it's lost," Min-sun reassured her, not slowing his pace.
They stopped deep in the woods, and Chin looked around nervously. There was no one in sight, and it was silent apart from their soft pants and the sounds of dried leaves being crushed under their feet. She looked at Min-sun, a questioning look in her eyes. He had a mysterious smile, and his eyes were slightly red-rimmed. She backed away until she collided with a tree bark, the rough surface a sudden, jarring reality check. He grinned, then took her hands, placing soft kisses on her wrists and palms, gently numbing two of her fingers. It felt sensual, a warm current spreading through her, but Chin was a bit panicky and couldn't properly enjoy the moment, her heart thudding against her ribs. He suddenly leaned in and kissed her, and despite her apprehension, her mouth followed the familiar rhythm of their numerous shared kisses.
The usual flutter of excitement was absent, replaced by a strange, hollow disconnect. In that fleeting moment, her mind conjured a different image, a phantom touch that momentarily stirred a response deep within her. What had begun slowly and gently quickly became frantic and rushed. Min-sun's hand slipped beneath her dress, and he pressed both her wrists against the rough bark of the tree. He broke the kiss, moving to mark her shoulders with love bites. The dress she wore, a gift from him, offered little impediment to his movements. His other hand moved firmly over her curves, exploring the soft contours of her form.
He moved to remove her delicate undergarment, a slow, deliberate act that seemed to heighten the tension in the air. Before she could react, he leaned in, silencing any protest with a fervent kiss. His lips met hers with an almost bruising intensity, a passionate exchange that left her breathless and flushed. He then smiled, his gaze intense, as his touch grew more intimate. Chin's mind, still drifting, conjured a different image, and a soft moan escaped her lips, a quiet whimper of release. The sounds intensified Min-sun's already heightened state, pushing him further into the moment.
He hugged Chin tightly as his hips rocked against her form in a slow, steady motion. Jiu pitched up and resisted against his trousers. He rocked a few times and imagined her without clothes and under his mercy. The thought of it was maddening and sensual. All he could think about was Chin.
Chin felt the pressure, muttering quickly, "Min-sun, you are hurting me." Her soft, frightened voice shattered his crazed imagination. He looked at her then: her eyes were teary and vulnerable, a blush coloring her cheeks and nose. She was breathtakingly beautiful, a fact she herself seemed unable to grasp. He apologized repeatedly as he gently placed Jiu in her arms.
He looked at her pleadingly as Chin sighed and held Jiu. It was firm, hard and pulsing like a little creature. She played with it, giving it a gentle massage and stroking it like clay molding. She pinched it as Min-sun reacted as his body stiffened and his eyes were deep red rimmed now. Her touch was smooth and soothing as she massaged Jiu. The little thing was pleasant as it began rigid and pulsing in her hand.
Chin, squatting as Min-sun bought her. She tasted it again; it was distinctly salty and big to gnaw on, a satisfying nimble. Despite her intention to savor it slowly, the excitement and sensation were irresistible to him as he immediately shoved it in for another generous suckle. Just like the first time, the intensity of the salt and the sheer amount made her eyes tear up for a moment, but it was a happy discomfort. Without hesitation, she adjusted her grip and took it deeper, trying enjoying every bit of the snack he offered.
Min-sun shove turned out to be a bit too ambitious. It was quick and painful as it hit the back of her throat, startling her. More than just a slight welling, this time genuine tears falling freely down her cheeks as she struggled with the mouthful. The awkward, intense moment stretched, until the sudden sound of a phone broke the moment. Chin was visibly relieved as she gaped for air, grateful for the unexpected interruption from her discomfort as Min-sun, who had been watching with crazed anticipation groaned in frustration, quickly answered his phone.
Feeling frustrated by the interruption, Min-sun fished his phone out, his annoyance vanishing the moment he saw the caller ID.
"Dad…"
His eyes cleared instantly as he answered the call. He fell silent, listening intently to the other end. After a moment, his expression turned calm yet serious. He looked over at Chin-sun.
"I have to go. Dad wants me home," he said, gently adjusting her clothes before fixing his own.
During the ride back to her place—after they had hurriedly packed up their little setup—Min-sun was unusually quiet. Normally, he would stick to her like glue and fuss over her, but this time he kept his distance, staring blankly ahead.
Worried, Chin reached out and touched his hand. Min-sun reacted slowly, intertwining their fingers and offering a brief, distant smile before retreating back into his thoughts. 'Something is seriously wrong,' Chin thought, a growing sense of unease settling in her chest.
Elsewhere, Sunwoo lay in bed holding his wife, who had fallen fast asleep in his arms following a passionate encounter. Staring up at the ceiling, however, Sunwoo's thoughts drifted entirely to Chin. She was gorgeous, innocently seductive, and seemingly entirely unaware of her own charm. Those breasts…
His phone suddenly beeped.
*Manny Flowers Decors: "When are we meeting up? I need the wood already 😈"*
Sunwoo smiled, typing out a naughty reply.
Meanwhile, Min-sun arrived home and walked into the grand living hall. The interior was tastefully luxurious—crisp white with gold accents and mahogany trimmings. His mother sat nearby, sobbing softly, impeccably dressed in an extravagant gown. His father was sitting on the posh sofa, rubbing his eyes wearily.
"What happened? Mom? Dad?"
"Son, we're leaving," his father said, his voice heavy with defeat. "We've filed for bankruptcy. The bank is taking the mansion."
Min-sun swallowed hard, struggling to process the devastating words. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.