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She made her way down the hall, clipboard in hand jotting down notes as she went. Her mind was racing, she’d been so busy today, she was afraid she was forgetting something. The fact that she was even here blew her mind in the first place.

The offer from her job to come to South Korea to work with a famous K-Pop singer had been a surprise, but too good an opportunity to pass up, she’d accepted and now here she was. She was replacing the prior worker who was out on maturity leave for two months. She was in charge of hair and makeup for the dancers, but mainly for the lead singer. She’d only been there for about two weeks or so, South Korea was very different from America and it was taking some time for her to adjust. She was still learning Korean, so the language was definitely an issue. She’d made a few friends and they were graciously helping her out whenever they could. Luckily the main singer seemed to be pretty good with English so they were able to communicate fairly well.

She was hungry and wondered if there was anywhere to eat so late, everyone had gone home, so there was no one she could ask, she really didn’t want to eat alone. She didn’t know her way around the city too well yet, she knew how to get to her apartment and then back to work and that was about it.

Almost to the end of the hall, she heard what sounded like wood hitting together and then a soft thunk, was someone there? She was surprised, it was awfully late, the only reason she was there was because she’d run behind earlier and needed to catch up on some things before tomorrow’s schedule. She got closer and heard it again, someone was definitely there. Carefully she leaned up against the wall and cautiously looked around the entrance to the door, her eyes widened.

It was him!

She inhaled sharply, swallowing hard. He was so handsome, a singer, and a nice guy, Taemin was the person she was assigned to and she was definitely glad about it. She hadn’t had the chance to speak to him much, he was always busy. When he’d sit in the chair for her to work on him, he was always polite and friendly. He called her noona which she found odd, from her ongoing studies of the Korean language, she knew that noona was an older sister to a young man. As an American, it was hard for her to grasp the concept of someone not related to her calling her sister, but she knew it was the culture here. She didn’t mind it, actually, she thought it was sweet, and made her feel sort of accepted in some odd way.

Strengthening up, she watched as he lined up a shot and then sunk two balls in, the loud crack of the wooden balls hitting against each other echoing throughout the room, the soft thunking she’d heard before had been the billiard balls falling into the pockets. He looked up suddenly and his eyes connected with hers. She stilled, feeling awkward for having been caught watching him.

Slowly he straightened up, watching her, his head cocked to the side. He smiled suddenly and motioned for her to come in. She looked around behind her, thinking someone might have come up, but there was no one there. She looked over at him again and he motioned to her once more and she looked to her left and right but still, there was no one.

She looked back at him, pointing to herself and he chuckled, nodding.

“Come in,” he smiled.

Hesitantly she made her way in, “I’m sorry to bother you I was just, I was just…”

“No need to apologize, I didn’t realize there was still someone here.”

“I was just going to get going and try to have a late dinner, so I’ll just go,” she said, turning back towards the door.

“Wait!” He called.

Slowly she turned to look at him.

“I have food, why don’t you join me?”

“Oh I couldn’t do that, it’s yours.”

He smiled again, “I insist, I have way too much, please join me.”

Still, she waivered and he came over to her, setting the cue stick down on the table, reaching out to take her wrist gently and tug her away from the door.

“Come,” he said softly.

He led her toward the back of the room and motioned for her to sit. Reluctantly she sat on the couch, feeling slightly on edge. She really shouldn’t be here with him, this was wrong, what if someone came in? As if he could hear her thoughts, he went over and shut the door before walking over to a table that had several bags on it. He grabbed them and brought them over and set them on the small table in front of them, starting to unload them.

She didn’t know why she was so nervous around him, but she was. He was just a few years younger than her, but she couldn’t get past it, it felt wrong. She stood suddenly, backing away.

“I’m gonna go, I really think I should.”

Taemin looked over at her, “Why? I thought you were hungry, you shouldn’t eat alone.”

“Yes but, I mean I shouldn’t be imposing on you like this.”

“If you were, I wouldn’t have asked you to join me,” he reasoned.

She stared at him and he smiled and gestured with his head for her to sit again, carefully she sat back down, sitting on the very edge of the couch.

“I hope you like fried chicken, Onew hyung brought me some, I don’t know how he managed to part with it but he did,” Taemin chuckled and opened one of the boxes and slid it over to her and then opened another. “Too much, he always does that, no one eats that much chicken, well except for him. He just brought it not too long ago so it should still be warm.”

“I do, I love chicken actually.”

He opened a container of Kimchi and slid it over to her, and then opened the other for himself, and then opened a large container of rice and set it in the center. He set a package of chopsticks in front of her.

“Oh, drinks, what would you like?”

“Uhh water is fine thank you.”

He smiled and stood, heading over to the fridge. She looked at the food and frowned, there was no way she could eat all this, and it really was too much. Two large boxes of chicken, Kimchi, and rice.

He made his way back, setting a bottle of water in front of her.

“Please have as much as you want,” he smiled.

She finally gave him a smile, “Thank you.”

They ate silently, the food was delicious, and even though he was quiet, he was nice company, and she liked being around him. Several minutes later they finished, barely making a dent in the food.

“Seems like we never even ate,” Taemin frowned.

She chuckled, “There was a lot of food, it’s understandable.”

“I think he did it so I would have some leftovers to bring him,” He smiled.

She laughed, “You’re probably right.”

They cleaned up the remaining food and Taemin put it in the fridge.

“Thank you for dinner, I owe you one. I should get going.”

“Mmm can I call in that favor now?”

She looked over at him, stunned, he watched her expectantly.

“Oh uh sure, ok. What would you like?”

He grinned and motioned with his head to the pool table, “Play me.”

“I’m not that good,” she said hesitantly.

Taemin watched her, smiling a bit.

“W-well, ok, I can play one game.”

He smiled widely, “Good. How about a bet?”

“Bet?”

“Yes, the loser has to do a penalty, whatever the other decides, no matter what it is.”

Her eyes widened, “But I’m not that good, I’ll lose!”

He chuckled, “You ever know, think of what you want.”

Taemin walked over and picked up his stick, chalking the end, he grabbed the other stick, chalked it, and handed it to her. He then got all the balls out and squared them in the triangle and then stepped back.

“You break,” he smiled.

Hesitantly she stepped up to the table lined up her shot and then hit, two striped balls made their way in.

“Stripes for you then?” He asked.

She nodded and the game started. She tried as hard as she could and for a while, she was doing well when suddenly he came back from behind and she started getting nervous. He sunk his last colored ball, all that was left was the eight ball. She looked the placement over, it was an impossible shot to make, she didn’t believe there was any way he’d make it. She sighed in relief, she did think of what she wanted, not figuring she actually be able to have it, but it looked like her luck was changing.

Taemin lined up the shot, his body was turned so his back faced the table, the stick resting along his back, “8 ball corner pocket,” he called out suddenly and he looked up at her for a moment, giving her a wink before hitting the cue ball hard.

She watched in horror as the ball knocked hard into two of her remaining balls, ricocheting off the side, heading straight for the 8 ball.

She was going to lose.

Sure enough, the cue ball tapped the 8 ball, it rolled to the edge of the pocket, hung there for a second, and then fell in. Her jaw dropped and she looked up at him in awe.

He chuckled softly, “Looks like I won.”

She felt her heart drop, what was going to happen?

Taemin walked over and took her stick and put it back with his before turning to look at her. He walked over and hopped up on the pool table giving her a devilish grin.

“Are you ready for your penalty?”

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out, she was terrified. She thought he was a nice guy, but maybe she’d been wrong.

“Relax, I’m not gonna hurt you. C’mere,” he said softly.

She nervously made her way over to him and he reached out suddenly, taking her hands and pulling her closer so she was standing between his legs. He gave her a gentle smile and looked down at her hands in his before looking back up at her.

“I’ve been watching you these last few days, you do my hair and makeup and I kept wanting to talk to you but never had the chance.”

She blinked, “Well we can always talk while you’re in the chair.”

He shook his head, “Too many people around, I wanted to talk to you…alone.”

“Oh yeah? That’s very sweet of you.”

He looked into her eyes, “What I was thinking wasn’t very sweet.”

She frowned, “What does that mean?”

He sighed softly, “I’m ready for my request now.”

She stared at him for a moment, realizing he wasn’t going to answer, and gave him a small nod.

“A kiss, I would like a kiss please,” he said quietly.

Her eyes widened, “Uhh I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”

“Uh uh, this is your penalty, no getting out of it.”

A thought occurred to her suddenly and she leaned in and kissed his cheek lightly, smiling.

Taemin stared at her dumbfounded before laughing, “Nope, doesn’t count.”

“What? Why? I kissed you.”

He shook his head, “Not where I wanted to be kissed. You need a do-over. I want a kiss here, right here,” he said, pressing his finger to his lips.

She stared at him, “You’re kidding.”

He continued to watch her.

She sighed, “Ok, let’s do it then.”

Taking a breath she leaned in, her eyes never leaving his, she hesitated a moment before touching her lips to his lightly and then tried to pull away when his hands came up suddenly to cup her face, deepening the kiss quickly.

She tried to pull away, made a halfhearted attempt to, but found she couldn’t, actually didn’t want to. Sliding her hands up, she rested them on his shoulders, her hands fishing up in the t-shirt he wore.

“Take it off,” he said.

She did pull back then and stared at him.

“Remember, anything that I ask for…”

She bit her lip and to her own shock, reached out and pulled his shirt over his head. He took it and tossed it behind him on the pool table. She looked away, too embarrassed, and too turned on. He was so young and while she didn’t want to be, she was extremely attracted to him. Not only that, he was her client, and she worked for his company, and this couldn’t go any further. She took a step back and his hands came up again to cup her face and she looked into his eyes. He gave her a sad smile.

“Don’t leave ok?”

She chewed at her lip again and he shook his head.

“Your lips are not for that,” he said and leaned in, kissing her suddenly, rubbing at her cheeks with his thumbs before sliding his hands down and resting them on her waist for a moment before sliding his arms around her and hoisting her up against him.

Startled, she brought her hands back up to his shoulders as he slowly leaned back so they were resting on the pool table. He brought one of his hands up, running his fingers through her hair, never once breaking the kiss. It suddenly wasn’t enough for her and she pulled away from him, looking down at him and he gave her a small smile. Before she could think better of it, she reached down and pulled her shirt off, letting it fall to the table and his eyes grew slumberous. Leaning back down, she kissed him hungrily, she felt his hands come up and rub at her back before sliding up, unhooking her bra and sliding it down, she pulled away enough for him to pull it off and then he pressed her against him. He felt so good, so warm, his touch was gentle, sending shivers through her. She pulled away and reached for his jeans, but his hand on hers stopped her, she looked up at him, maybe she’d read him wrong.

“You first,” he whispered.

Maybe not.

She stared at him as he gently brushed her hands aside and reached for the button of her jeans, undoing it and sliding the zipper down. She went to move away when he tugged her down to him, his hands slid down, pushing her jeans and underwear off in the process, she kicked them off, and paused for a moment, trying to gain the courage to continue. He wrapped his arms around her, giving her a gentle squeeze and she pulled away, looking down at him, giving him a shaky smile, he winked.

She let out a breath and brought her hands down, unbuttoning his jeans and sliding the zipper down, she hesitated a moment, but only a moment before sliding her hand inside, rubbing him gently, she heard him groan, and his eyes closed slowly. She did it again and again and she could hear him panting softly, a strangled whimper escaped his lips, his chest rising and falling quickly. She brought her hand out and managed to push his jeans and boxers down a bit. He grabbed at his jeans suddenly, pulling his wallet out and taking something out of it before setting it down. His eyes were still closed and he appeared to be focusing on something, his breathing still labored.

She went to move to give him space, when he shook his head, grabbing her hips and holding her still.

“Ani, ani,” he whispered.

She swallowed hard, watching him. He searched around next to him and found what he was looking for, slowly he opened his eyes, but his gaze was on the ceiling as he focused on his task. He reached out for her suddenly, lifting her a bit, her eyes widened as he positioned her over him and she slowly slid down, inhaling sharply.

He groaned, muttered something in Korean, and finally brought his gaze to hers, dark and intense. She couldn’t move, he pinned her with his stare and he brought his hands up, cupping her breasts in his hands, gently rubbing them. She felt her body starting to shake, chills running down her spine from the coolness of the air-conditioned room. She closed her eyes suddenly, overwhelmed with the feeling of him, her body clenched around him of its own accord and she heard him let out a short breath and then she was falling, his arms wrapped around her, warming her chilled body.

He slid his hands down, gripping her hips and moving them gently against his. She opened her eyes, and their gazes locked on each other, their mutual panting resounding through the room.

“You feel so… good,” he whispered.

He continued to move her hips and she struggled to try to gain control of her body, but it was hard, he was around her everywhere, his scent, his essence surrounded her, making it hard to think, to do anything other than feel. She buried her face in his neck, it was the only way she could handle it, and then she took over.

Slowly she moved her hips of her own accord and he slid his hands up and down her back before sliding them back down to her hips once again.

“Yes…” he said softly.

At the sound of his voice which had suddenly gotten deeper, she whimpered starting to move her hips faster, searching for that feeling that release. The next thing she knew, she was sitting upright on his lap and his hands were on her hips again, moving them harder and faster against him. She wrapped her legs around his lower back, giving her more leverage as they moved against each other.

The sensations overwhelmed her, her head dropping back, her eyes losing focus as he continued to move against her, she closed her eyes, letting out a soft moan. He leaned in, kissing her chest lightly, and then moved down, drawing a nipple into his mouth, sucking deeply, causing her to moan again, a bit louder, bringing her hands up to slip into his hair.

She brought her head down and he lifted his head to look at her, and while she knew she should be embarrassed about what was happening, she wasn’t, that look in his eyes only intensified everything. His eyes almost black with passion focused on hers and he shuddered gently, he leaned in and kissed her deeply, pressing her tightly against him, and impossibly his hips moved even faster, harder against her, she could actually feel his heartbeat.

He broke away, his breathing extremely labored, “I’m going to…”

“Yes,” she moaned, knowing exactly what he was feeling, she was close too.

They moved together, harder still, she felt his body tense, harden within her and it was enough to set her off, she wrapped her arms around him suddenly, burying her face in his neck, squeezing her eyes shut, letting out a horse scream, tightening harshly around him, her body shaking wildly.

He followed a few seconds after, he thrust once, twice more, a choked yell escaping his lips and his body jerked hard and stilled and then he slumped back on the table, bringing her down with him.

They were both breathing hard, and she tried to calm her heart, her head spinning.

“Holy…shit,” she panted, keeping her face buried in his neck.

“Mmmm…” he groaned.

She went to pull away, but he moaned in protest, hugging her tighter to him.

“Taemin…”

“Ani, don’t go please,” he said softly.

That was unexpected, she figured now that he’d gotten what he wanted, he’d be done with her.

“I don’t want you to leave,” he whispered.

“I…” she started.

“Ani, I just finally got you where I want you, despite how this played out, this was not what I intended. It was not planned, one of my dancers gave me that as a joke, I didn’t have one on purpose, please stay.”

She pulled away and looked down at him, “What?”

He looked away for a moment, looking slightly uncomfortable, “I told them that I...I liked you and during one of our practices, one of them gave it to me. I shoved it in my wallet with the intention of taking it out when I got home, but I forgot about it. Then tonight I stayed late to practice on my own and came in here to relax and have a late dinner before I went home and then you were there and I…I couldn’t help myself, I wanted you so bad,” he explained, bringing his hands up to run his fingers gently through her hair before gently cupping her head.

“Whoa, Taemin.”

“Don’t be mad ok? I just really like you,” he said softly.

“Not mad just… surprised,” she smiled a bit. “Honestly, I like you too.”

He grinned broadly, “Really?”

“Yeah, I mean it’s only been two weeks but…”

He cut her off with a kiss, “Stop there, don’t say anything else, we’ll make it work.”

She smiled, chuckling softly, “If you’re sure, you don’t mind that I’m a bit older?”

He grinned, “No, I figure you can teach me some things.”

She laughed again, this was going to be fun.