Undressing Room

“Isn’t it…a little too tight?"

“The dress? Or you? Because either way, the answer is no.”

Making Hyewon blush was always too easy. Whether it was a simple joke, a compliment on her outfit, or a comment that put her innocence to the test, she could never hide her shyness. And this time was no exception.

“Hey! You’re such a pervert. Doesn’t it show too much? I feel like you can see everything.” That wasn’t wasn’t too far from the truth. Hyewon wore an off-shoulder blue dress that was the definition of form-fitting—like it had been made specifically for her. Her stylist knew what she was doing.

"I fail to see how that’s a problem, Hyem.”

The smile on your face couldn’t be wider as you watched Hyewon look at herself in the mirror in the waiting room. “But you know what would make that dress look better?"

"Don’t you dare say it would look better on the floor,” she said, glaring daggers at you.

Hyewon read you like a book. "What? I would never—"

"Uh-huh. I know you too well, perv.” You gave Hyewon a discreet glance before your arms wrapped around her slim waist, and you kissed the side of her neck, inhaling her sweet perfume.

“Then you should know when you wear something like this, it’s hard to keep my hands off you.”

Once again—too easy. It was like you were tallying how many times you could make her flustered, how many times you could make those adorable cheeks a shade of rosy scarlet. “But we can’t right now. Someone could call for me at any moment.”

Patience was not your strongest trait. But whenever you were with Hyewon, you would wait until the sun rose back up, and then some. You’d gone to these types of events before, and it was always the same type of endless waiting. “We have plenty of time. Don’t these things take forever?"

Hyewon sighed and sank back into your touch, as you maintained a strong grasp on her waist, continued to kiss her neck, and snaked your hands a bit higher. You couldn’t help but notice her dress offered the easiest access—all it would take was one little tug.

"But I don’t want us to be in the middle of something when they do call me. I’m nervous!” Hyewon pouted when she turned around, and you were blessed with the most gorgeous girl you’d laid your eyes on.

“You’re going to do great,” you reassured when you met her gaze, and caressed her cheek. “You’re the camera’s best friend, and they’ll fall head over heels for you, Kang Hyewon. You’re the perfect woman, and everyone here is lucky enough to be able to bask in your beauty.“

“Thank you. That really helps a lot,” she said, as her voice stayed soft and quiet while she gave a peck on your lips. Returning the kiss, your voice sank to a whisper, and a mischievous grin shot across your features.

“But I know a good way to get rid of those nerves…”

You didn’t need to say anything else, because Hyewon knew what you meant—even if it made her blush for the umpteenth time as she buried her face in her palms. "Always one thing with you! So naughty…”

"Not always. But when you look so delicious, who could blame me for being so hungry?” you asked, as you grinned even wider before returning to kiss those silky soft lips. Hyewon let out a short giggle, spun around, and looked at herself in the mirror again.

"I guess I can’t. I do look really good in it,” Hyewon said, running fingers through her hair. “I’ve never worn something so revealing. It makes me feel nervous, but at the same time a little—”

"Turned on?” you answered for her and kissed each of her bare shoulders while you watched her reflection in the mirror.

“Well, maybe a little…”

"And you called me the perv?"

“That’s because you are,” she said, and spun around to throw a playful punch to one shoulder. “This dress makes me feel like everyone is going to be staring at me. But I like that. I love the attention.”

“I’m staring at you right now, Hyem. I couldn’t stop if I tried.”

“You’re always staring, pervert. Even when I’m not wearing any makeup and I’m in my pajamas. But won’t it make you jealous with all those eyes on me?”

"No, not really. They can drool all they want, but Hyewon is all mine. OnlyI get to see what’s underneath that dress.”

“I’m not all yours, you’re all mine, remember?” Hyewon said, before she rested her head on your shoulder and took a moment of hesitation.

“So…wouldn’t you like to see what’s under this dress?"

The question made her giggle, which brought out your own laughter at the sudden influx of confidence. But there was nothing more you desired, no better wish that you wanted granted. "What happened to we can’t right now?”

Before answering, Hyewon took a quick breather, like she already forgot those exact words said earlier. "Do what? I’m just offering you a little sneak peek. If you don’t want it, I completely understand…”

“I didn’t say that. Of course I want it, you fucking tease.”

Hyewon’s little, innocent smile grew into a larger one, full of delight at your impatience. “I thought so. Now take a seat, so I can show you how good this dress looks on the floor.”

Gesturing towards the large white couch, you sat down on the cushions, becoming as comfy as you could while your attention remained laser-focused straight ahead. So as you patiently waited for Hyewon to undress with bated breath, you kept an ear out for lingering footsteps that might spoil the fun. While Hyewon keeping you waiting wasn’t unusual, the amount of time that had passed was almost to the point where you felt compelled to get out of your seat.

“Do you need help?”

Hyewon shook her head, looking first like a deer caught in headlights until her expression changed into something less serious. “No, I’m good. The zipper got caught on something for a sec, but I got it. There we go.”

And just like that, the pretty blue dress that defined Hyewon’s insane curves fell to the floor, confirming in fact, that it did look better that way. You were really staring now, because while she looked stunning in that fancy discarded dress, she looked much better in her underwear. Hyewon exuded confidence, her modelesque body proudly standing with hands on her deadly hips, and a cocky, sexy smirk swept over her features.

It was utterly unfair for someone to have a killer body like that, but even as her ample breasts tempted you to lose your focus in between that deep cleavage, it grew impossible to find a spot where your eyes could fixate.

“Holy shit, Hyem,” you said, as you lifted your jaw off the floor, drowning in lust when your gaze drifted to Hyewon’s tight, exposed body. “Black looks so damn good on you. Your tits look fantastic in that bra."

When she walked closer to you, Hyewon halted inches from your position, and leaned over to let your eyes feast on a closer glimpse of her breasts. "Thank you, you’re so sweet. But just wait until you see the back."

You were engrossed in Hyewon’s ample cleavage to the point where you forgot where you were, that you were still in a public building and not your own bedroom, and took a quick glance towards the door.

"Did we lock the door?”

“I don’t know, did we? Who cares?” Hyewon responded with a smug look, no longer concerned as she had been.

“We wouldn’t want someone to walk in on you giving me a strip show…”

“Well, it wouldn’t be the first time."

"That was so embarrassing, having to explain that to Eunbi.”

“But it worked out in the end, didn’t it? And you got to see us both naked for the first time. I should give Eunbi unnie a call."

"Hyem, you’re stalling,” you said, growing more impatient by the second.

"Oh, am I? Did you want me to turn around and show you my ass? I’m wearing the new thong you bought me. I guess I should show you how it looks.”

“Tease.”