Up & Down
Pairing: Minho/Key (Gwiboon)
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Length: 9/9 - Complete!
Summary: Gwiboon is having a horrible day. It’s snowing (she hates snow), it’s cold (she hates the cold), and she forgot her scraper for her frozen block of ice that is posing as a car. When a handsome stranger saves her sanity (and her designer boots), she starts to question everything she knows.
[ Previous]
Never one to openly expose her weaknesses, Gwiboon didn’t give Minho an exact reason as to why she wanted to drive to wherever they were going to honeymoon (Gwiboon knew she would never live down her fear of plane travel). But Minho didn’t question it, as they got in the car and threw their things in the back and the Kim family plus Eunsook waved them off in the distance, the setting sun warm on their backs as they ran away from their old days, days when they didn’t know each other, days when they didn’t know their future.
Daegu wasn’t that far from the ocean, and even though it wasn’t quite Summer yet, and even though Spring had barely warmed their faces, they were headed for the tides with the windows down and the heater blasting, Gwiboon’s hair billowing around her face and her scarf wrapped around her neck as her arm hung out of the window, her fingers dancing on the wind. Her eyes shone with every ray of the sun, her lips smiled as she unbuckled her seatbelt (and punched Minho in the arm every time he tried to buckle her back in) and got on her knees in the seat, the material of her frilly dress drying out and becoming a little less brittle in the cool wind.
She pulled her hair up in a ponytail when it wouldn’t stay out of her mouth when the wind whipped it, and when Minho stopped for gas in Miryang they both got out of the car and stretched, Gwiboon stocking up on snacks (a few apples for herself and Minho, and she managed to sneak in a pastry as well, but it was discovered by her husband and she had to fight him for it, and it ended up crushed inside the packaging, and Gwiboon complained loudly until Minho carefully opened up the plastic and took out what he could so he could feed it to her, in which they would both ignore just how couple-y the gesture was) as well as filling their coffee thermos with a fresh brew. They stopped and breathed in the crisp night air, enjoyed the tranquility of being the only people at the rest stop, not a headlight in sight as they got back into the car and pulled onto the highway once more.
Pusan, while Gwiboon had never been there before, was most beautiful during the sunrise. The sun glimmered off of the caps of the waves just before they crashed on the beaches and the rocks, and even though there was a soft mist coating the ground and a fog clinging to the sky there was slight warmth when the first rays peeked over the horizon.
They stood there, his arm around her shoulders, her arm around his waist, their eyes taking in the sight before them and finally they could just be, together, without their false pretense, without titles of husband or wife, without expectations.
Gwiboon figured she could have made a worse drunk mistake.
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Three days later and Gwiboon and Minho were still in Pusan, ignoring everyone’s calls and texts, only offering a happy “we’re honeymooning~” to those who asked. Gwiboon had only been assaulted by paparazzi once and it hadn’t been an assault, more like she had walked out onto the terrace wearing only her bikini and an open bathrobe with her sunglasses perched atop her head so she could ask Minho where the hell he threw the sunblock because she was not going to burn while on the beach even if it wasn’t Summer. Minho had shooed off the cameras quickly enough and Gwiboon couldn’t even find the time to be offended that her privacy may or may not have been invaded - she was too busy checking herself over, repeating “I don’t care about that, Minho, do I have any visible tan lines?!”.
A day after that, she was lounging on the bed on her stomach, flipping through a bridal magazine, trying to get inspired for a new line of bridal gowns she was designing for her upcoming midterm. She was going to have to score big points to butter up to her professor for missing all of that school for this impromptu vacation…
“What are you up to?” Minho asked, coming in from the terrace, wiping his torso off with a white towel, his skin slightly red from the hot tub.
“Studying,” Gwiboon said with a rather drab sigh, flipping the page of her magazine.
She felt the bed dip between her legs and felt Minho’s weight hovering over her back, a few droplets of warm water splashing onto her spine as a pair of lips dragged over her exposed shoulder blades.
“Mmm, learning anything?” Minho murmured, his fingers moving from the small of Gwiboon’s back up the line of her spine to the knot of her bikini top, undoing it slowly.
“Not a thing,” she said, unable to concentrate on anything with Minho’s slow seduction as she felt her bikini top loosen and the strings fall to the sides. His lips moved from her shoulders to the center of her back and his mouth dragged downwards, the intimacy of him being behind her, so close like that overriding anything else in her mind as she spread her legs a bit and bent them a bit to raise her back some, in an attempt to meet his mouth.
“That’s too bad,” his fingers moved to her bikini bottoms, to the knot on the left side, deftly untying the strings there.
Not completely undressed but not fully clothed, either, Gwiboon felt somehow entirely exposed as Minho’s long fingers curled around her hips and guided her up onto her knees. The bikini bottoms fell off of one side, pooling around her left knee and revealing her bottom half, her bikini top loose as her back pressed into his warm, solid chest, his arms wrapping around her torso as his hands began a steady climb upwards. It was slow, easy-going, as Minho’s lips kissed the top of Gwiboon’s shoulder, his fingers barely skating the underside of her breasts as he carefully pulled the bikini top over her head and tossed it aside. Along with it he undid her ponytail, his fingers combing through her hair, her head tilting to the side and her eyes fluttering shut, the pads of his fingers massaging her scalp gently as she nearly purred, her hands reaching back to run along his covered thighs, the material of his trunks damp under her palms.
For a while they rocked together, her ass pressing back into his crotch, the soft huffs of his breath fanning out over the nape of her neck as he moved a hand to gather her hair and push it over her shoulders to cover one of her breasts, her chin dropping down a little bit as she watched that hand travel lower to tweak her nipple gently. His warm palm cupped her flesh in his hand and he gave a good squeeze - she let out a soft sound and bit the bottom corner of her lip, the chuckle he let out reverberating on the shell of her ear and making her thighs quake a bit.
He guided her to lay her out once again, her stomach meeting the cool sheets once more as his knees gently nudged hers apart. She heard him taking his shorts off and she turned her head so her cheek pressed against the bed, her eyes turning so she could get a look at Minho; his tanned skin, the cracks in it from too much exposure to the sun, the dips from the muscles, his generally overworked but beautiful body. She twisted her torso a bit so she could get a proper look at him, propping her head up on her hand as she looked over him as he moved over her, his hands pressing into the mattress as his head dipped down, their mouths centimeters apart.
“I don’t love you,” he said softly, but the amount of care that was laced with those words was enough to make Gwiboon think otherwise.
“That makes two of us,” she whispered back, her lashes fluttering a bit as his nose brushed against hers gently.
Perhaps that was as close as they were going to get to a confession, for now. Perhaps that was all they needed, for now, as Minho kissed her lips and she laid back on the bed, his sharp hips pressing into hers as his big hands ran down her supple curves. Sprawled out, she hitched a leg on his hip and arched her back, hands bringing him down for another deeper kiss, their tongues sliding and eyes closing as his erection pressed into her stomach. The kiss heated up as their hands greedily moved over each other’s bodies, his fingers pressing into her skin, her nails scratching over his tanned flesh and she broke their lip lock to gasp for breath, her head dropping back as her small palms framed his face.
“Please… ah…” her eyelids fluttered, long lashes kissing the tops of her cheek bones as her back arched and her body tried to coax Minho closer.
He didn’t wait too long, pressing kisses to her closed lids as he moved his fingers to her legs, his fingers teasing her slick folds. She let out a soft whimper and he chuckled, his lips dragging down her cheek to her ear, tugging on the dangling earring gently as two fingers worked their way inside. Her legs bent and spread, her hips rolling to suck his fingers in further and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, trying to convey her need for him wordlessly, her head tossed to the side as her body started to tremble slightly.
Pulling his fingers free, Minho sat back on his haunches and positioned himself, reaching up with his clean hand to gently tilt Gwiboon’s chin towards him. Their eyes met and her heart skipped a beat, her breath came out with a slight stutter and he bent over so he could kiss her at the same time he pushed into her, all of the air leaving her lungs to be sucked into his to support him for a brief moment as he sank the rest of the way inside. They stayed frozen like that for a few seconds, him deep inside of her like that, her arms wrapped tight around him, as if she’d fall off of the bed and keep falling endlessly if she let go of him.
When they started moving together, Gwiboon couldn’t think of anything but Minho. She couldn’t think of their accidental marriage, she couldn’t think of her stupid brother, she couldn’t think of Eunsook or Taemin, she couldn’t think of her eccentric mother and she couldn’t think of her loser father that had no idea he now had a son-in-law. She couldn’t think of the Choi family, with Mrs. Choi’s warm hugs and Minseok’s warm eyes, she couldn’t think of Mr. Choi’s disapproval, and she couldn’t think about the huge blunder that she had Minho had created stupidly, irresponsibly.
She could only think of Minho, as his lips traveled down the column of her neck, his tongue snaking out to leave a cool trail of saliva as his teeth grazed over her skin, his thrusts slow and deep. She could only think of how he had gone out of his way to help a complete stranger - she could only think of how much of a snot she had been the first time they met. She could only think of how easily he opened his home, his life, his heart to her… As they moved together, finally uniting the pair of them, finally giving into the urges of their bodies, their lips finding each other once more for a desperate kiss, Gwiboon thought she might understand.
Minho had offered a way out for her, and he had been searching for a way out, too.
They came together, the buildup slow and sensual and the climax something Gwiboon had never experienced before. As she came down from her high, he brought her a mug of coffee and sat on the edge of the bed, kissing her forehead as she sat up and leaned against the headboard, the blankets pooled in her lap as she sipped on the warm liquid.
“Will your dad ever like me?” she asked as Minho stood up and put on a pair of boxer shorts, making the rounds to shut the doors and windows of the hotel room. She fidgeted with the mug idly, staring down at the frothy liquid atop, tempted to stick her finger into it, but refrained.
“He’ll come around,” Minho shrugged as he got into bed and pulled the covers up over himself and sat against the headboard.
Gwiboon made a noise of agreement as she put the mug to her lips, staring down at the blankets of the bed. Taking one last drink of her coffee she put the mug on the night stand and turned to curl into Minho’s side, tugging the blankets up further as she got comfortable, tracing idle patterns on his chest. His arm wrapped around her shoulders and she felt so warm, so safe, and she smiled as she nuzzled him gently with her cheek.
“Don’t get too used to this, I’m not a cuddler,” she warned.
“Do you have to ruin the moment all the time?” he asked.
“I’m not ruining the moment! I’m preparing you for it.~”
“You ruined it.”
She huffed, “I did not!”
“Moment’s gone.” He pulled away and lay down, rolling over so his back faced her.
“Yah! You can’t roll away from me, that’s my job! Minho!”
He waved a hand, “Go to sleep.”
Gwiboon whined, “But I wanna cuddle!!”
Minho shut her up by tugging rolling her over and tugging her down into his chest, earning a surprised squeak before she settled down and wrapped her arms around him, a small smile on her lips.
They had forever to experience those moments, they had forever to figure out their problems, but most of all, they had forever to fall in love.
Forever didn’t seem to be that long of a time frame, anyway.
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Author’s Notes: After fretting for two days on if I should re-write this last chapter or not, I decided to leave it as it was and post it as it is. I'm incredibly satisfied with it and I hope you all are too ^^ Please be on the look out for side stories in the future, featuring Eunsook and Jonghyun~ thank you everyone for coming along on the ride!
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Length: 9/9 - Complete!
Summary: Gwiboon is having a horrible day. It’s snowing (she hates snow), it’s cold (she hates the cold), and she forgot her scraper for her frozen block of ice that is posing as a car. When a handsome stranger saves her sanity (and her designer boots), she starts to question everything she knows.
[ Previous]
Never one to openly expose her weaknesses, Gwiboon didn’t give Minho an exact reason as to why she wanted to drive to wherever they were going to honeymoon (Gwiboon knew she would never live down her fear of plane travel). But Minho didn’t question it, as they got in the car and threw their things in the back and the Kim family plus Eunsook waved them off in the distance, the setting sun warm on their backs as they ran away from their old days, days when they didn’t know each other, days when they didn’t know their future.
Daegu wasn’t that far from the ocean, and even though it wasn’t quite Summer yet, and even though Spring had barely warmed their faces, they were headed for the tides with the windows down and the heater blasting, Gwiboon’s hair billowing around her face and her scarf wrapped around her neck as her arm hung out of the window, her fingers dancing on the wind. Her eyes shone with every ray of the sun, her lips smiled as she unbuckled her seatbelt (and punched Minho in the arm every time he tried to buckle her back in) and got on her knees in the seat, the material of her frilly dress drying out and becoming a little less brittle in the cool wind.
She pulled her hair up in a ponytail when it wouldn’t stay out of her mouth when the wind whipped it, and when Minho stopped for gas in Miryang they both got out of the car and stretched, Gwiboon stocking up on snacks (a few apples for herself and Minho, and she managed to sneak in a pastry as well, but it was discovered by her husband and she had to fight him for it, and it ended up crushed inside the packaging, and Gwiboon complained loudly until Minho carefully opened up the plastic and took out what he could so he could feed it to her, in which they would both ignore just how couple-y the gesture was) as well as filling their coffee thermos with a fresh brew. They stopped and breathed in the crisp night air, enjoyed the tranquility of being the only people at the rest stop, not a headlight in sight as they got back into the car and pulled onto the highway once more.
Pusan, while Gwiboon had never been there before, was most beautiful during the sunrise. The sun glimmered off of the caps of the waves just before they crashed on the beaches and the rocks, and even though there was a soft mist coating the ground and a fog clinging to the sky there was slight warmth when the first rays peeked over the horizon.
They stood there, his arm around her shoulders, her arm around his waist, their eyes taking in the sight before them and finally they could just be, together, without their false pretense, without titles of husband or wife, without expectations.
Gwiboon figured she could have made a worse drunk mistake.
--
Three days later and Gwiboon and Minho were still in Pusan, ignoring everyone’s calls and texts, only offering a happy “we’re honeymooning~” to those who asked. Gwiboon had only been assaulted by paparazzi once and it hadn’t been an assault, more like she had walked out onto the terrace wearing only her bikini and an open bathrobe with her sunglasses perched atop her head so she could ask Minho where the hell he threw the sunblock because she was not going to burn while on the beach even if it wasn’t Summer. Minho had shooed off the cameras quickly enough and Gwiboon couldn’t even find the time to be offended that her privacy may or may not have been invaded - she was too busy checking herself over, repeating “I don’t care about that, Minho, do I have any visible tan lines?!”.
A day after that, she was lounging on the bed on her stomach, flipping through a bridal magazine, trying to get inspired for a new line of bridal gowns she was designing for her upcoming midterm. She was going to have to score big points to butter up to her professor for missing all of that school for this impromptu vacation…
“What are you up to?” Minho asked, coming in from the terrace, wiping his torso off with a white towel, his skin slightly red from the hot tub.
“Studying,” Gwiboon said with a rather drab sigh, flipping the page of her magazine.
She felt the bed dip between her legs and felt Minho’s weight hovering over her back, a few droplets of warm water splashing onto her spine as a pair of lips dragged over her exposed shoulder blades.
“Mmm, learning anything?” Minho murmured, his fingers moving from the small of Gwiboon’s back up the line of her spine to the knot of her bikini top, undoing it slowly.
“Not a thing,” she said, unable to concentrate on anything with Minho’s slow seduction as she felt her bikini top loosen and the strings fall to the sides. His lips moved from her shoulders to the center of her back and his mouth dragged downwards, the intimacy of him being behind her, so close like that overriding anything else in her mind as she spread her legs a bit and bent them a bit to raise her back some, in an attempt to meet his mouth.
“That’s too bad,” his fingers moved to her bikini bottoms, to the knot on the left side, deftly untying the strings there.
Not completely undressed but not fully clothed, either, Gwiboon felt somehow entirely exposed as Minho’s long fingers curled around her hips and guided her up onto her knees. The bikini bottoms fell off of one side, pooling around her left knee and revealing her bottom half, her bikini top loose as her back pressed into his warm, solid chest, his arms wrapping around her torso as his hands began a steady climb upwards. It was slow, easy-going, as Minho’s lips kissed the top of Gwiboon’s shoulder, his fingers barely skating the underside of her breasts as he carefully pulled the bikini top over her head and tossed it aside. Along with it he undid her ponytail, his fingers combing through her hair, her head tilting to the side and her eyes fluttering shut, the pads of his fingers massaging her scalp gently as she nearly purred, her hands reaching back to run along his covered thighs, the material of his trunks damp under her palms.
For a while they rocked together, her ass pressing back into his crotch, the soft huffs of his breath fanning out over the nape of her neck as he moved a hand to gather her hair and push it over her shoulders to cover one of her breasts, her chin dropping down a little bit as she watched that hand travel lower to tweak her nipple gently. His warm palm cupped her flesh in his hand and he gave a good squeeze - she let out a soft sound and bit the bottom corner of her lip, the chuckle he let out reverberating on the shell of her ear and making her thighs quake a bit.
He guided her to lay her out once again, her stomach meeting the cool sheets once more as his knees gently nudged hers apart. She heard him taking his shorts off and she turned her head so her cheek pressed against the bed, her eyes turning so she could get a look at Minho; his tanned skin, the cracks in it from too much exposure to the sun, the dips from the muscles, his generally overworked but beautiful body. She twisted her torso a bit so she could get a proper look at him, propping her head up on her hand as she looked over him as he moved over her, his hands pressing into the mattress as his head dipped down, their mouths centimeters apart.
“I don’t love you,” he said softly, but the amount of care that was laced with those words was enough to make Gwiboon think otherwise.
“That makes two of us,” she whispered back, her lashes fluttering a bit as his nose brushed against hers gently.
Perhaps that was as close as they were going to get to a confession, for now. Perhaps that was all they needed, for now, as Minho kissed her lips and she laid back on the bed, his sharp hips pressing into hers as his big hands ran down her supple curves. Sprawled out, she hitched a leg on his hip and arched her back, hands bringing him down for another deeper kiss, their tongues sliding and eyes closing as his erection pressed into her stomach. The kiss heated up as their hands greedily moved over each other’s bodies, his fingers pressing into her skin, her nails scratching over his tanned flesh and she broke their lip lock to gasp for breath, her head dropping back as her small palms framed his face.
“Please… ah…” her eyelids fluttered, long lashes kissing the tops of her cheek bones as her back arched and her body tried to coax Minho closer.
He didn’t wait too long, pressing kisses to her closed lids as he moved his fingers to her legs, his fingers teasing her slick folds. She let out a soft whimper and he chuckled, his lips dragging down her cheek to her ear, tugging on the dangling earring gently as two fingers worked their way inside. Her legs bent and spread, her hips rolling to suck his fingers in further and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, trying to convey her need for him wordlessly, her head tossed to the side as her body started to tremble slightly.
Pulling his fingers free, Minho sat back on his haunches and positioned himself, reaching up with his clean hand to gently tilt Gwiboon’s chin towards him. Their eyes met and her heart skipped a beat, her breath came out with a slight stutter and he bent over so he could kiss her at the same time he pushed into her, all of the air leaving her lungs to be sucked into his to support him for a brief moment as he sank the rest of the way inside. They stayed frozen like that for a few seconds, him deep inside of her like that, her arms wrapped tight around him, as if she’d fall off of the bed and keep falling endlessly if she let go of him.
When they started moving together, Gwiboon couldn’t think of anything but Minho. She couldn’t think of their accidental marriage, she couldn’t think of her stupid brother, she couldn’t think of Eunsook or Taemin, she couldn’t think of her eccentric mother and she couldn’t think of her loser father that had no idea he now had a son-in-law. She couldn’t think of the Choi family, with Mrs. Choi’s warm hugs and Minseok’s warm eyes, she couldn’t think of Mr. Choi’s disapproval, and she couldn’t think about the huge blunder that she had Minho had created stupidly, irresponsibly.
She could only think of Minho, as his lips traveled down the column of her neck, his tongue snaking out to leave a cool trail of saliva as his teeth grazed over her skin, his thrusts slow and deep. She could only think of how he had gone out of his way to help a complete stranger - she could only think of how much of a snot she had been the first time they met. She could only think of how easily he opened his home, his life, his heart to her… As they moved together, finally uniting the pair of them, finally giving into the urges of their bodies, their lips finding each other once more for a desperate kiss, Gwiboon thought she might understand.
Minho had offered a way out for her, and he had been searching for a way out, too.
They came together, the buildup slow and sensual and the climax something Gwiboon had never experienced before. As she came down from her high, he brought her a mug of coffee and sat on the edge of the bed, kissing her forehead as she sat up and leaned against the headboard, the blankets pooled in her lap as she sipped on the warm liquid.
“Will your dad ever like me?” she asked as Minho stood up and put on a pair of boxer shorts, making the rounds to shut the doors and windows of the hotel room. She fidgeted with the mug idly, staring down at the frothy liquid atop, tempted to stick her finger into it, but refrained.
“He’ll come around,” Minho shrugged as he got into bed and pulled the covers up over himself and sat against the headboard.
Gwiboon made a noise of agreement as she put the mug to her lips, staring down at the blankets of the bed. Taking one last drink of her coffee she put the mug on the night stand and turned to curl into Minho’s side, tugging the blankets up further as she got comfortable, tracing idle patterns on his chest. His arm wrapped around her shoulders and she felt so warm, so safe, and she smiled as she nuzzled him gently with her cheek.
“Don’t get too used to this, I’m not a cuddler,” she warned.
“Do you have to ruin the moment all the time?” he asked.
“I’m not ruining the moment! I’m preparing you for it.~”
“You ruined it.”
She huffed, “I did not!”
“Moment’s gone.” He pulled away and lay down, rolling over so his back faced her.
“Yah! You can’t roll away from me, that’s my job! Minho!”
He waved a hand, “Go to sleep.”
Gwiboon whined, “But I wanna cuddle!!”
Minho shut her up by tugging rolling her over and tugging her down into his chest, earning a surprised squeak before she settled down and wrapped her arms around him, a small smile on her lips.
They had forever to experience those moments, they had forever to figure out their problems, but most of all, they had forever to fall in love.
Forever didn’t seem to be that long of a time frame, anyway.
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Author’s Notes: After fretting for two days on if I should re-write this last chapter or not, I decided to leave it as it was and post it as it is. I'm incredibly satisfied with it and I hope you all are too ^^ Please be on the look out for side stories in the future, featuring Eunsook and Jonghyun~ thank you everyone for coming along on the ride!