The Dragon and The Rabbit
The limo sped away into the night toward's Yoochun's home. The baritone fell asleep in the girl's lap; she smiled to herself and stroked his hair while staring out the window of the Lincoln Town Car.
The driver asked no questions. He was being well paid. He was old enough and wise enough to keep his mouth shut and do what he was told. He pulled the limo up to Yoochun's house and parked the vehicle. The model looked outside the window, expecting to find fans and stalkers around Yoochun's "goong," but nobody was there.
"The kids must be in school," she thought.
She looked at the house and raised an eyebrow. The place seemed very dark . The girl lightly touched Yoochun's shoulder to wake him up.
"Chunnie we are at your house, but it seems empty."
Yoochun yawned and stretched his arms.
"That's because it is empty, Noona."
The driver opened the door and bowed to the younger man. They spoke to each other in Korean. The model understood some of it but not all.
"What are they saying?" she asked herself.
Yoochun handed the driver a huge wad of won which he shoved in his pocket. The driver got back in the limo and started the car. Yoochun opened the door for the model and grabbed her hand.
"What's going on Yoochun?"
"Come inside Noona."
He gently pulled her out of the car. As he closed the door, he tapped the roof. The driver put the car in gear and drove away.
"Park Yoochun," the model scolded him, " are you kidnapping me?"
She put her hands on her hips and demanded an explanation.
The baritone gave her his famous smile.
"It's ok Noona," he exclaimed while fumbling for his keys. "We are alone."
"That's what I'm worried about."
He opened the door and motioned for her to follow him inside.
She expected Harang to greet them, but even the dog was missing. The whole family was absent.
The model was beginning to think this whole situation was planned from the start. But how could it be? She knew about the press conference, but she could have stayed away. Did he anticipate her barging in? Was he that smart? And where the hell was his mom, Ricky and Harang? He was shrewd, this Park Yoochun. He knew she'd come to see him and reveal herself to the public. He knew she would rescue him from the evil paparazzi and whisk him away to safety. He was a genius! He anticipated her every move. Did he know her that well? They had only met a few months back during DBSK's tour in Japan. It was apparent that he knew her better than she knew herself. Clever, clever Yoochun.
The door closed behind him, interrupting her thoughts. He took off his shoes, threw the keys on a small table and made his way down the hall. She followed him into the kitchen. He opened the fridge and pulled out a chilled bottle of wine.
"You little son of a bitch," she mumbled under her breath.
"What's that Noona?" he said while popping the cork. He filled two wine glasses and gave her one. He lifted the glass to the ceiling.
"To us, Noona!"
He sipped the wine and stared at her. Noona did not toast or drink.
"What's wrong Noona?"
She sighed deeply and put the glass down on the kitchen counter.
"Is there an us,Yoochun?"
The baritone frowned.
"Isn't there?" He picked up the girl's glass and encouraged her to drink.
She reluctantly took the glass and sipped the wine.
"This is a really bad idea, you realize, don't you."
He flashed a smile at her.
"I'm full of bad ideas lately Noona."
The model laughed and finished her wine. Yoochun guzzled his down soon after. The couple stared at each other in silence. Finally, Yoochun broke the ice.
"Well, that's it then," he said nonchalantly.
"That's what?" the girl asked."
Yoochun grabbed her by the hand and lead her out of the kitchen. As they stood at the bottom of the stairs, the model knew what Yoochun expected to happen next. Depsite her better judgement, she followed him up the flight of stairs to his bedroom. He practically kicked in the door. He propped up the pillows and laid down on top of the covers. He narrowed his eyes and gave her his famous come hither look. Instead of being mesmerized, she giggled, making him frown once more.
"You are such a child," she said while laying down next to him in the bed.
"Oh no, Noona," he breathed into her ear, his deep, raspy voice sending a shiver up her spine. "I may be younger than you, but I'm far from being a child."
Yoochun pulled the girl into his body, his slender piano fingers entwined in her dark, silken hair. He kissed her sweetly at first and then deeply, taking her breath away. She opened up to his affection, returning it with equal bravado. They tossed and turned upon the bed in a loving embrace, moaning and breathing hard. They struggled, but eventually managed to undress each other, tossing their clothes haphazardly on the floor. They took turns wrestling each other, pinning each other to the bed only to be twisted under the weight of the other. Skin on skin, sweat dripping from every pore, their words of love moaned into each other's ears. Her scent and the taste of her sweet flesh hardened him quickly. Yoochun spread her thighs and entered her with ease. They gasped in unison as they began to make love for the first time. She welcomed the intrusion into her soft, moist flesh. Wrapping her velvety smooth legs around his waist she pulled his hardened length deep inside her.
All the months of waiting were behind them. They were alone. They were together. They were one.
He found his rhythm inside her; his swollen shaft gliding in and out, her juices flowing and dripping down the length of him. Her insides trembled and constricted around the width of his cock, making him grunt and groan like a wild beast. She wrapped her arms around his neck and plunged her tongue deep within his mouth. He closed his eyes and waited; waited to feel her come on his cock. Her body shuddered and she screamed out his name as her release came. It was all he needed. He exploded deep inside her, bucking like an animal until he was dry. Still deep inside her, he held on tightly to her, their bodies still one, still hot tothe touch and burning with desire. He kissed her, caressed, her, never wanting to let go. They lay in the bed, arms and legs still entwined in each other. They laughed and cried; their soft words mere whispers in the night. They made love again until exhaustion overcame them and they drifted to sleep. Their future together seemed shaky, eerily shadowing the future of DBSK. But at that moment in time all was bliss.
The morning came, bringing Mr. Kim and his Lincoln Town Car. He patiently waited, nervously checking his watch. Yoochun and Noona made love in the shower before parting. They stood in the doorway, both teary eyed and not willing to part.
"When will I see you again?" she asked him.
He sighed deeply.
"I have some time off soon before the trial starts up again. I'll call you."
She smiled sweetly. She knew it would be ages before they would be together again.
Without a word, they kissed deeply, the limo driver trying not to peek As she got inside the car he put on a brave face for her. But as he watched the limo pull away from inside his goong, Park Yoochun of DBSK slid to floor, crying like a little child.........
The driver asked no questions. He was being well paid. He was old enough and wise enough to keep his mouth shut and do what he was told. He pulled the limo up to Yoochun's house and parked the vehicle. The model looked outside the window, expecting to find fans and stalkers around Yoochun's "goong," but nobody was there.
"The kids must be in school," she thought.
She looked at the house and raised an eyebrow. The place seemed very dark . The girl lightly touched Yoochun's shoulder to wake him up.
"Chunnie we are at your house, but it seems empty."
Yoochun yawned and stretched his arms.
"That's because it is empty, Noona."
The driver opened the door and bowed to the younger man. They spoke to each other in Korean. The model understood some of it but not all.
"What are they saying?" she asked herself.
Yoochun handed the driver a huge wad of won which he shoved in his pocket. The driver got back in the limo and started the car. Yoochun opened the door for the model and grabbed her hand.
"What's going on Yoochun?"
"Come inside Noona."
He gently pulled her out of the car. As he closed the door, he tapped the roof. The driver put the car in gear and drove away.
"Park Yoochun," the model scolded him, " are you kidnapping me?"
She put her hands on her hips and demanded an explanation.
The baritone gave her his famous smile.
"It's ok Noona," he exclaimed while fumbling for his keys. "We are alone."
"That's what I'm worried about."
He opened the door and motioned for her to follow him inside.
She expected Harang to greet them, but even the dog was missing. The whole family was absent.
The model was beginning to think this whole situation was planned from the start. But how could it be? She knew about the press conference, but she could have stayed away. Did he anticipate her barging in? Was he that smart? And where the hell was his mom, Ricky and Harang? He was shrewd, this Park Yoochun. He knew she'd come to see him and reveal herself to the public. He knew she would rescue him from the evil paparazzi and whisk him away to safety. He was a genius! He anticipated her every move. Did he know her that well? They had only met a few months back during DBSK's tour in Japan. It was apparent that he knew her better than she knew herself. Clever, clever Yoochun.
The door closed behind him, interrupting her thoughts. He took off his shoes, threw the keys on a small table and made his way down the hall. She followed him into the kitchen. He opened the fridge and pulled out a chilled bottle of wine.
"You little son of a bitch," she mumbled under her breath.
"What's that Noona?" he said while popping the cork. He filled two wine glasses and gave her one. He lifted the glass to the ceiling.
"To us, Noona!"
He sipped the wine and stared at her. Noona did not toast or drink.
"What's wrong Noona?"
She sighed deeply and put the glass down on the kitchen counter.
"Is there an us,Yoochun?"
The baritone frowned.
"Isn't there?" He picked up the girl's glass and encouraged her to drink.
She reluctantly took the glass and sipped the wine.
"This is a really bad idea, you realize, don't you."
He flashed a smile at her.
"I'm full of bad ideas lately Noona."
The model laughed and finished her wine. Yoochun guzzled his down soon after. The couple stared at each other in silence. Finally, Yoochun broke the ice.
"Well, that's it then," he said nonchalantly.
"That's what?" the girl asked."
Yoochun grabbed her by the hand and lead her out of the kitchen. As they stood at the bottom of the stairs, the model knew what Yoochun expected to happen next. Depsite her better judgement, she followed him up the flight of stairs to his bedroom. He practically kicked in the door. He propped up the pillows and laid down on top of the covers. He narrowed his eyes and gave her his famous come hither look. Instead of being mesmerized, she giggled, making him frown once more.
"You are such a child," she said while laying down next to him in the bed.
"Oh no, Noona," he breathed into her ear, his deep, raspy voice sending a shiver up her spine. "I may be younger than you, but I'm far from being a child."
Yoochun pulled the girl into his body, his slender piano fingers entwined in her dark, silken hair. He kissed her sweetly at first and then deeply, taking her breath away. She opened up to his affection, returning it with equal bravado. They tossed and turned upon the bed in a loving embrace, moaning and breathing hard. They struggled, but eventually managed to undress each other, tossing their clothes haphazardly on the floor. They took turns wrestling each other, pinning each other to the bed only to be twisted under the weight of the other. Skin on skin, sweat dripping from every pore, their words of love moaned into each other's ears. Her scent and the taste of her sweet flesh hardened him quickly. Yoochun spread her thighs and entered her with ease. They gasped in unison as they began to make love for the first time. She welcomed the intrusion into her soft, moist flesh. Wrapping her velvety smooth legs around his waist she pulled his hardened length deep inside her.
All the months of waiting were behind them. They were alone. They were together. They were one.
He found his rhythm inside her; his swollen shaft gliding in and out, her juices flowing and dripping down the length of him. Her insides trembled and constricted around the width of his cock, making him grunt and groan like a wild beast. She wrapped her arms around his neck and plunged her tongue deep within his mouth. He closed his eyes and waited; waited to feel her come on his cock. Her body shuddered and she screamed out his name as her release came. It was all he needed. He exploded deep inside her, bucking like an animal until he was dry. Still deep inside her, he held on tightly to her, their bodies still one, still hot tothe touch and burning with desire. He kissed her, caressed, her, never wanting to let go. They lay in the bed, arms and legs still entwined in each other. They laughed and cried; their soft words mere whispers in the night. They made love again until exhaustion overcame them and they drifted to sleep. Their future together seemed shaky, eerily shadowing the future of DBSK. But at that moment in time all was bliss.
The morning came, bringing Mr. Kim and his Lincoln Town Car. He patiently waited, nervously checking his watch. Yoochun and Noona made love in the shower before parting. They stood in the doorway, both teary eyed and not willing to part.
"When will I see you again?" she asked him.
He sighed deeply.
"I have some time off soon before the trial starts up again. I'll call you."
She smiled sweetly. She knew it would be ages before they would be together again.
Without a word, they kissed deeply, the limo driver trying not to peek As she got inside the car he put on a brave face for her. But as he watched the limo pull away from inside his goong, Park Yoochun of DBSK slid to floor, crying like a little child.........