When in Busan...

“Is she going with this dress or that one?”

“She’s wearing her hair up! Get the pins and the hairspray!”

“I think one of the make up bags is still in the car.”

“Guys! Which gown?”

“Can’t be, I brought them all up!”

“She’s going with the white heels!”

“Well I can’t find the bag! It has to be in the car!”

“I did a check of the van before going up and it was all clear!”

“Hey guys…” you manage to finally get a word in, “it fell under the coffee table. Here’s the bag.”

“Thanks, Chris.” one of the women says as she takes the bag from you. “SEE! I told you I brought it up!”

“Just hand the bag over. Jeez.”

When Dahyun invited you to come with her to the Busan International Film Festival, it felt like an easy yes. A free vacation to Korea’s beach capital? Who on earth would say no? Only bummer is that Sullyoon was busy recording for their comeback. Still, you thought it would be nice to get some alone time with Dahyun.

Thought being the operative word.

It’s kinda funny seeing a near-six footer with his knees up on the couch. Also because it's the only way you don’t be a distraction. You do your best not to get in anyone’s way, occasionally lifting your feet on to the couch so that people can pass freely. You see Dahyun being swarmed by her make-up artists, along with her stylists showing her the different dresses that she could wear for the red carpet. After a while, and getting dangerously close to her call time, you see Dahyun and her team settle on a dress. A white wedding gown that had you seeing glimpses of a future you hope would come to fruition. 

“How do I look?” Dahyun asks as she twirls around, showing off her look.

Like I could get down on one knee and propose. 

Is what you would have said if you didn't have self control. Or didn’t care that you didn’t have the ring ready. A coin flip honestly. 

“He’s speechless.” her makeup artist chuckles.

“That works for me.” her stylist exclaims. “Come on! We have to go down now or we’re going to be late for the red carpet.” she orders as she starts collecting last minute essentials for emergencies. Her manager does the same, grabbing an extra pair of sneakers along with a coat. Dahyun gets the finishing touches of her look on, some simple jewelry along with her heels. She goes over herself in the mirror one last time before turning to you.

“You really have nothing to say?” she asks with a tilted head.

“You’re perfect Dubu. No other words needed.” you give her a hug and a quick peck on the lips. “Have fun okay? And enjoy the moment. Don’t over think.” you remind her.

“I will— well, I’ll try. It’s just, first film festival and all…”

“You’re starting again.” you tease her. “Just live in the moment, Dubu. It’s yours. Enjoy it.”

“Okay.” she gives you a meek smile.

“Hey! You two can do the lovey dovey stuff later. Let’s get moving!” Dahyun’s manager stresses. You both chuckle before sharing one last kiss. She goes with her manager through the door, giving you one last look. God she’s breathtaking.

Throughout the night, you follow Dahyun and her events through the live link that she gave you. Seeing her walk the red carpet with that beautiful white gown had your heart fluttering (just a tiny bit jealous that she was walking with Jinyoung). Overall though? You were proud of her. You were happy for her. She’s achieving a part of her dream right now, and you’re doing your best to be by her side as she does so. Because she definitely did the same for you.

The stream of the event ended, and after attending the premiere of her movie, Dahyun returned to the hotel room a few hours later. She runs into your arms, exhilaration pouring out of her because of the adrenaline rush, along with the excitement of sharing stories from the night. That is until she gets a taste of the mattress. She’s snoring in seconds. 

The second day of the festival is just as hectic for Dahyun, especially since she has a full schedule of events. Considering how tired she was the night before (and how she slept through the takeout you ordered for her), you decide to order room service breakfast for her so she could continue to get ready in the room. After sharing a few pancakes and some fruit after she wakes, she gets whisked away by her team for the first of three cycles of hair and make up along with three outfit changes. Once again, you’re left alone in the hotel room with not a lot to do. You decide to go on a jog, maybe walk around town for a bit to kill some time. You sneak in to some of her events, just staying at the back of the crowd and watching her from afar (though somehow she still manages to spot you, two years together and you still have no clue how).

The rest of the day was uneventful for you. While Dahyun attends the Marie Claire awards dinner, you spend your night waiting in the room for her after a quick walk to a nearby fast food joint. You finish your food while watching Kingdom for the fourth time (it’s compelling, don’t blame yourself), and just as the clock is about to hit midnight that’s when you hear the door’s lock click.

You stand up to meet Dahyun in the entry way. She walks in slowly. Almost solemnly. In her hand is an award. You don’t get to read the inscription immediately though, as she immediately rushes towards you for a hug. Naturally, your arms wrap around her in reply. Though you're not without your questions.

“Hey.” you whisper to her.

“Hey.” she whispers in reply.

“You won an award?” you ask.

“Yeah… Yeah.” she says as she suddenly remembers what the weight in her hands is. “Rising Star.”

“That’s great.” you reply, “I got you some takeout just in case you were hungry.”

“Thanks.” she says as she finally relents from the hug. “Though I don’t think I can eat right now.”

She gives you a meek smile before she continues walking. She sets down the award on the coffee table before she continues on. 

Dahyun walks out onto the balcony to get some fresh air. From her actions, you can tell that something’s bothering her, and the least you can do is be there for her. You slowly walk up behind and hug her waist. You start kissing her exposed shoulder before you bury your head into the crook of her neck. She reaches up for your face and gives you a peck on the cheek before she goes to look at the view again.

“Are you alright, dub? You look like you have a lot on your mind.” you ask.

“Yeah… It’s just… a bit overwhelming."

“How so?”

“All of it. It all still feels… surreal. I just started acting but I’m already attending a film festival. Hell, I even won an award. I still can’t believe it's happening. I can’t help but feel like I’m in over my head.” you hear her voice quiver. It’s one of the rare moments where her idol persona is unable to hold back her true feelings. “Seeing all the candybongs in the crowd was amazing. I really felt the fans’ support. But, it made me feel that all this: the two film roles, the festival, the award, that all of it was only handed to me because I’m an idol. It felt like… like I didn’t earn it.”

Dahyun’s confession sits between you as she continues to gaze out into the sea. You could tell that she was uncomfortable carrying those thoughts on her own throughout the past two days. It was taking their toll on her. You know you have to do something. Something that could take a bit of the weight off of her shoulders. 

“It’s normal, Dahyun. But you shouldn’t feel that way.” You hug her tighter, hoping the pressure matches the reassurance that you want to give her. “I’ve seen you work your ass off for this. You managed to add acting lessons in your already hectic schedule of being an idol. In between rehearsals, recording sessions, music show performances, even world tours. You put your mind and heart to it. You entered the industry with the utmost respect and reverence. There are tons of actors who started out as idols. Some decided to coast on their fame alone. You’re choosing not to. You decided to keep on studying, keep on training, keep on developing.”

“Did your fame as an idol help? Sure.” you argue as you spin her around, hands tightly gripping her exposed shoulders to let her know you’re sincere, “But, it was your hard work that got critics, directors and other actors to acknowledge you. It was your respect for the industry that earned, not just that award, but their respect as well. Okay?”

A tear falls down Dahyun’s cheek as she goes in to hug you tight. You give her one in reply, holding her close to let her know she’s all right. She looks up at you, all teary eyed but wearing a soft smile.

“When did you get so good at comforting people?” she asks jokingly.

“You and Yoona comforted me so much that I picked up a few things. Also the therapy sessions, not completely useless.” you both laugh over the last joke before she reaches up and plants a quick kiss on your lips. 

When Dahyun pulls back, you see her demeanor change in real time. The soft smile fades into something more serious. You’re worried that she might be getting in her own head again when she pulls you down for a deeper kiss. Her lips wrestle yours for control. Her tongue breaches into your mouth to clash against yours. In pulling you down towards her, she unknowingly starts moving back towards the balcony railings. Your hands act quickly, holding on to the cold metal before her exposed back makes contact. Her hands migrate from the back of your neck to your cheeks, holding your face as she continues to lap at you. 

“You know, Minju’s just a few rooms away.” Dahyun says when she pulls away wearing a cheeky grin on her face. “If you want, I can call little Min-Min over so we can have even more fun.”

“A tempting offer. Really.” you confess as you grab her hand and kiss it. “But we’re barely out of the dog house with Yoona after the car fun we had. Inviting one of her crushes for a threesome without her might send us right back in there.”

“I can’t believe she’s still holding that over our heads. We made her cum 5 straight times when we got home that night.” Dahyun complains. “AND she had you all alone for that little cheerleader role play you did during that festival.”

“She told you about that?”

“Yeah!” Dahyun exclaims. “And frankly I’m a bit jealous now too.” She jokes, making you both laugh. 

“Seriously though, I appreciate the offer. But tonight’s your night. I just want to focus on you.”

“Always the romantic.” Dahyun scoffs. “Gets offered a threesome with two actresses but turns it down for my sake.”

“Sounds like you’re the one who wants to fuck Minju here.”

“You’re lying if you say you don’t want to.” she chuckles. “Go ahead inside. I need a bit of fresh air after… that. Got myself all flustered.” She jokes. You just nod, holding her hand and kissing it before you head back in the room. When you’re out of earshot of the balcony, Dahyun directs her attention to the one two rooms away.

“Minju!” she tries to shout quietly.

“Unnie?” Minju’s head pops out of her room.

“No dice tonight. Maybe next time!” she whispers.

“It’s fine, Unnie!” Minju assures her. “Also, from what I heard, he sounds like a keeper. Enjoy the night, Unnie!” she says with a sly smile as she goes back in the room. The comment earns a chuckle from Dahyun, though the idea stays in her mind as she steps back into the room.

As Dahyun comes back in from the balcony, you’re finally given the chance to appreciate her look in its entirety. The black dress that Michael Kors sent her looks fucking amazing as it contrasts her bright pale skin. The embroidered flowers throughout the dress gives it some texture and detail that naturally draws your gaze. The best part? The back. Or the lack of it. The dress is backless, exposing Dahyun’s smooth and perfect back to the world. Her porcelain skin is perfectly framed by the dress. It leaves almost nothing to the imagination and is probably one of her most daring outfits yet.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Dahyun’s question shakes you out of the trance.

“What? Oh, sorry.” you mutter in response “It’s just my first proper look of you in that dress. It looks so fucking good on you.”

“You know, you say that about every outfit I wear.” she says as she starts walking to you.

“Well it’s true. And there’s a common denominator among them anyway.” you respond as you meet her, your hands finding her waist again while your fingers rest on her exposed back. 

“Which is?”

“You.” you say before you give her a quick peck. “You make all those outfits look good.”

“I could be wearing a garbage bag and you’ll say I look good.” she jokes.

“Guilty as charged.” you say with a smirk before capturing her lips again, now in a searing kiss.

Dahyun reaches up, arms wrapping around your neck, fingers locking behind your nape, pulling you in for a much deeper kiss than what you had planned. You reciprocate it at first, tempted to let yourself drown in the taste of her lips. You almost give in, but you decide to push through with what you initially intended.

You spin Dahyun around, your lips finding property on her neck once again. You don’t spend any more time with quick pecks. Now you’re out to mark her, suck on your flesh to let people know she’s yours.

“Fine. I’ll admit it, dubu.” you tease her as your fingers lightly caress her back. “I do have one gripe with the dress. I got a bit jealous that you were flaunting around your perfect back. I thought this was just for me?”

“It is– oh!” she falters when your lips make contact with her skin. “Just -mhmm- teasing onces. Just showing off something that they can never have.”

“Because you’re the only one who can touch me the way I want.”

Your fingers continue to dance on her skin.

“The only one who can hold me the way I want.”

Your palms make contact, caressing her back and muscles.

“The only one who can kiss me the way I want.”

Your lips make contact again. Deeper this time. Enough suction to make a mark on her pale skin.

“The only one allowed to taste me.”

Your tongue finally gives in, licking her. Tasting her.

You don’t bother with a reply. Instead, you push the straps of her dress down her shoulders. Gravity does the rest for you. The contrast of the black gown as it falls down Dahyun’s perfect  and pale figure is mesmerizing before it pools on the floor. She steps out of the pooled fabric left only in her panties, rushing into your arms and pulling you down into a kiss. She reaches for the hem of your shirt, eager to have you match her state of undress. You indulge her, helping her with your shirt as you pull it over and off your head. Her hands move to your pants, desperately trying to undo your belt before you move in to help her again. When you’re left only in your boxers, she jumps into your embrace. Her arms wrap around your neck while her legs lock around your hips. One of your hands wraps around her back while the other grips on her thigh to keep her up. 

“So what does the rising star want to do tonight?” you ask Dahyun in between kisses.

“I wanted to fuck minju.” she jokes as she whines against your lips.

“Aside from that.”

“Fine… How about we just have some fun, you fuck me real good, fill me to the fucking brim, and make sure I’ll be sleeping soundly on the train ride back to Seoul?”

“I can work with that.” you joke back with a smirk.

You adjust Dahyun in your embrace, peeling her legs from your hips before hooking them in your arm. She yelps in surprise from the sudden movement, before giggling when she realizes why.

“Bridal carry? Really? Did the gown from the other night give you some ideas?”

“Maybe” you joke before she kisses you again.

“Where’s the ring?” she jokes against your lips.

“We’ll get there.”

In a few quick steps, you carry Dahyun to the bed, where you lay her gently in the middle. You take your place in between her legs. She reaches out to you, so you lean down, letting her hold your face and pull you into a kiss.

By now, the two of you have developed a cycle with these trysts, and honestly, you could never forgive yourself if you don’t get Dahyun to cum with your mouth at least once. 

With that, you separate from her lips to her dismay, but quickly remedy that by trailing kisses down her hourglass figure. Each one has her trembling on the bed. From her cheek, to her chin, to her neck, to her breasts and the space in between. You’re tempted to stop at her stomach, feeling the ridges of her muscles on your lips as they hide underneath the smoothness of her perfect midriff, instead you move on. You’ll come back to that later.

When you come face to face with Dahyun’s covered core, you can’t help but go crazy over the contrast that the black lace has against her porcelain white skin. You give her thighs a few quick and teasing pecks before you actually settle down. Your hands run up her legs, stopping at the bands of her underwear. You hook them in your fingers as she raises her hips, a tale old dance that the two of you have grown accustomed to. You pull her underwear down her legs, entranced as the black cloth sails down her white limbs. When you get it off, you throw it aside as she spreads her legs.

The view? Mesmerizing.

Her scent? Intoxicating.

Her taste? Ambrosial. 

You dive back into Dahyun’s core, trailing kisses, licks, and bites along her thighs that have her shaking before stopping at her lower lips. You let your warm breath linger on her sensitive core, which makes her sit up on her elbows and watch you with anticipation. When your gazes meet, your eyes stay glued to hers as you give her the first lick.

“Oh fuck!”

Then another.

“God, Chris!”

Then another.

“Fuck– Just like that!”

Repeat it. Over and over and over again. Each lick getting faster. Each one reaches deeper. Parting her lower lips and getting a taste of her inner walls. From just above her puckered hole to just below her enlarged sensitive nub. Earning each moan that escapes from her throat.

Every lick brings Dahyun closer and closer to the edge, though you knew what would actually bring her over it. When you focus your mouth on her clit, you ease in two fingers into her before pumping at a relentless pace. Her eyes widen from the sudden intrusion, along with you putting pressure on her sensitive spots inside.

“Holy fuck! God— Right there! Chris -huff- baby making me feel so fucking good.”

Your mouth and fingers take turns working on her inner walls, making a slurry of curses and moans pour out of her mouth. You take her to her absolute limit before rubbing just the right spot and sucking on her clit, making her moan out a final warning.

“God! I’m close! Just like that babe, please! I’m close! I’m close! I’m—”

Dahyun doesn’t get to finish her thought as the pleasure of her climax takes over and an ear-piercing cry rips from her throat. Her body folds in half, upper body sitting up, as she grabs on to your head and pushes you deeper. Her thighs snap around your head, cutting off the circulation to your brain. Even woozy, you continue eating her out and pumping your fingers into her as she rides her high. Her hips start grinding against your face, as if her hands weren’t pushing you deep enough into her core. You capture the gushes of her juices with your tongue, tasting the sweet product of your efforts.

Eventually, Dahyun comes down from her high. The grip of her hands and thighs loosen as she melts back into the bed. A satisfied smile adorns her face as you slowly travel up her body, trailing kisses that leave shiny marks thanks to your lips still coated in her arousal. You get sidetracked a bit, taking your time licking the sweat that formed on her midriff and chest, but you eventually make your way to her lips. She welcomes yours, laps her tongue against your lips and mouth to get a taste of herself. Her arms rest on your shoulders while a hand gets its fingers tangled in your hair. When you both pull away, you rest your forehead on hers as a soft and satisfied smile forms on her face. She’s ready to take a few moments of rest as she comes down from her high.

But you don’t plan on letting her.

You grab your fully hard and aching length and tease her lower lips at first, swiping your tip up and down to part her lips before you nestle at her entrance. Dahyun’s eyes widen when she feels this, unsure if she’s ready.

“Chris— babe, wait. I’m still sensitive. I don’t think—”

“I know, but trust me. I’ll make you feel good.”

You start pushing in slowly. Dahyun’s eyes roll back in pleasure as she bites her lower lip to stifle her moans. She holds on to you tighter with every inch of yourself you push into her. Her mouth finally betrays her when you bury your length inside her, unable to stifle the moan that escapes from her throat. You give her a second to adjust to you filling her up before you start pulling your hips back. Just as your tip is barely exiting her, you snap your hips back, filling her completely in one swift move. She mewls from the sudden feeling, digging her nails into your back from the shock.

You repeat the action, starting with a slow and steady pace. For now, you let Dahyun’s heightened sensitivity drive the tryst. The feeling of her walls fluttering around your dick as they cling to your shaft while you pull out is only comparable to heaven, thankfully it is for the both of you.

A constant stream of moans start to flow out of Dahyun’s mouth, letting you know she is enjoying this as well. Her uncertainties from earlier are gone. Now, she melts into your embrace and the pleasure you’re giving her, even if her grip on your back doesn’t relent.

“Feeling good, dub?”

“So– GOD! So fucking good baby. Filling– oh fuck! Filling me up so much!”

You can’t help but smirk from Dahyun’s reaction. You take it as a sign to pick up the pace. The sound of skin slapping on skin increases and quickens as you start to properly fuck her like she wants. Each drive has you reaching deeper into her, pressing your tip against the entrance of her womb. Each thrust has your shaft rubbing against the sensitive parts of her inner walls. You’re sprinting the both of you to the finish line, but it seems like she has something else in mind.

As you continue to piston in and out of Dahyun, you notice her gaze drift to the open balcony before meeting your eyes again. She doesn’t say a single word, but you already know what she’s thinking.

“Are you sure?” you ask her as you pause your movements.

She takes a moment to think about it before a smile forms on her face. She nods her head to confirm.

You can’t help but smirk as you relent to her wishes. Pulling out of her as you stand up from the bed. She reaches up with both arms, making you hold on to her hands as you pull her up. She giggles as you get her up on her feet, even more so when you pepper her hands with kisses. She reaches up to give you a quick peck in reply before she makes her way to the open balcony.

Dahyun takes her place on the balcony, both hands on the railings as she leans against the metal. Her pale skin glows in the darkness, reflecting the little light that came from the moon and your room. She takes in the view of the dark sea and the lights of the skyscrapers from farther down the beach. The cool ocean breeze that hits her naked figure makes her shudder a bit, though you quickly remedy that by hugging her from behind. She looks over your shoulder, reaches for your cheek and brings you in for a fiery kiss. When your lips separate, she whispers her final order.

“Fucking rail me.”

An apt request that makes you chuckle. You ease your length back into her, making her moan out into the night sky.

You do away with the ceremony of starting off slow and building up your pace. That’s not what Dahyun wants. Instead, you begin fucking her with the same pace you had already built up before the two of you moved to the balcony. Like she wants you to. Her knuckles turn white as she holds on to the railing tighter from the pleasure. Your hands are restless. One second you have your fingers sinking deep into the flesh of her hips as you continue to pound her from behind. The next second, you’re reaching under her to knead her mounds in your palms. The next you’re ghosting her arms before joining her hands at the railings, countering the cold of the metal with the warmth of your skin. Your bodies are close as your hips are left as the only parts moving.

It’s unrelenting. Frantic. A final sprint that you hope would bring you both to nirvana. Not only does it do its job, but it causes her to lose control as well.

Dahyun doesn’t bother to stifle her moans anymore. In fact, she lets them rip out of her throat at her loudest volume.

“You’re pretty loud, dub.” you try to caution her. “Aren’t you afraid someone might hear?”

“God— let them.” she sighs.

“You’re not scared of being seen like this? Bent over and being pounded from behind?”

“No. Fuck no.” she says in between moans. “Let them -FUCK- let them see what they’re missing out on. Let them see -oh god- what they can’t have. Let them see what belongs only to you.”

“Say that again.” you whisper to her as you lean down. “I need to hear it, dubu.”

“I’m yours, Chris. I’m yours.”

“And I’m yours, Dahyun.”

Dahyun looks over her shoulder and reaches for your face again. She pulls you in, capturing your lips into a searing and passionate kiss. You reply by holding her close, arms wrapping around her waist as you start giving her your all.

You’re not sure if it was the kiss.

You’re not sure if it was the words.

But you feel the familiar burn in your gut. Signalling the inevitable. Fortunately for you, you could feel Dahyun’s walls start to flutter around you as well.

“Dahyun -fuck- Dub I’m close!”

“Me too! -oh god- together Chris! Inside! Make me yours and you’ll be -FUCK- you’ll be mine.”

Your lips find hers again as you bury yourself deep into Dahyun. Like her plea, you both reach your peaks at the same time. You feel the first throb of your dick shoot the first string of cum into her waiting womb just as her walls start to contract around you. Your arms wrap tighter around her waist as you hold her as close as possible, your naked bodies flush against one another. The two of you stay still as you continue to throb into her and fill her up while her walls continue to spasm and milk you for all you have. 

Your combined gasps and pants escape out into the open air as the two of you start to come down from your shared high. True to her personality, Dahyun starts giggling as she rests her head against the guard rail. You can’t help but laugh too as your forehead rests on her back. She stands up straight first, making you straighten up as well. Her hands reach back to your face, pulling you in for one last deep kiss. When she pulls away she gives you a smile before making a request.

“I think I’m in the mood for the take out now.”

You can’t help but chuckle.

“I’ll heat it up.”

You pull out of Dahyun with a few drops of your combined release dripping on the balcony floor. She shudders from the sudden emptiness, as well as from her shaky legs as she struggles to stay up right and walk. To keep her from falling, you take her into your arms again, carrying her across the room and setting her down on the couch. Once she’s settled, you go heat up her food for her.

“So what time is your train leaving… later?” you ask Dahyun while she’s eating.

“Manager said we’re taking the 10 am train.”

“It’s almost four. You barely have any time for sleep.”

“I’ll sleep on the train. Besides, there’s something else we can do that might fit the time frame…” Dahyun suggests with a cheeky smile.

“Round two?” she exclaims.

“A shower?” you blurt out.

“I mean…” Dahyun tries to bargain. “We can do round two in the shower?”

“Your manager’s gonna hate me.” you joke as you relent to her wishes.

“She already does.” Dahyun chuckles as she finishes her food. She then grabs your wrist and stands up, heading for the bathroom. “Now come on! Quit wasting time.”

You can’t help but laugh as she drags you to the bathroom and into the shower. As your shared laughs echo in the small space and your hands are already on each other, your mind drifts back to the declarations you both made on the balcony.

She is yours.

You are hers.

Almost like professing vows. The similarities to nuptial traditions aside, you’re ready for what those declarations entail. 

You’ll always be there to support her.

No matter how far she’ll go.