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Karma: 1 |  | [R] For the love of Mel -- F: Lee Minwoo
« Thread Started on Jul 11, 2006, 12:52pm » | |
Alrighty, so I was in the middle of a chat when someone ::cough:: coaxed me into writing something spicy that was supposed to turn into a lemon, but of course, I kind of dove around it being the dodgy author I am. So yes, here it is, my one-shot written in an AIM window, haha.
It was meant to be a one-shot, but people at other forums wanted me to keep going. Hope you like it! (Oh yeah, I threw in some names to keep it all straight because it was originally just all "He" and "She", haha. Methinks you shall like the names!)
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Mel’s hands massaged softly at the tender pinkish flesh. Minwoo watched her hands as they moved up and down slowly, pushing, tugging, beating, squeezing. He blinked as he watched her slowly and passionately go to work.
He had always dreamed about her hands. They were soft and her creamy complexion only made them look softer. Her fingers were long and slender, tapering off to well manicured nails that were always painted a seductive shade of crimson.
He swallowed, and a lump formed in his throat. "W--" Minwoo stopped himself as he heard his voice. It was hoarse and dry, nervous and eager. He cleared this throat. "What's for..." he stopped again as he felt the heat rush to his ears.
Mel looked up. "What?" Her nose wrinkled as she asked him, the way it always did when she was curious. A long silky strand of black hair fell into her face, masking one of her large almond shaped brown eyes. Their eyes connected and she refused to look away until he had answered.
Oh, why do you have to do this to me? He thought for a moment and smiled weakly. "I...I was just wondering what we were having for dinner. I had a long day at work and..."
"Oh, so you think I'm like your wife now, do you?" Mel said as she grinned. Her teeth were straight and white. Her smile formed a perfect crescent that was accented by her rosy cheeks and arched eyebrows.
"Well...no, I was just curious because..." Minwoo looked up in thought. "It smelled good in there, that's all." Yeah. Why would you be my wife anyway? He sighed. He should have known that this living arrangement never would have worked.
His job was to protect this woman, an acquaintance's daughter, but ever since he opened the door that first day the tension began to build between them and desire started to burn in his heart.
"We're going to have some roast pork," she said, flipping the piece of meat over as she began her ritual on the other side. She placed it into a bowl and began to mix in more ingredients. She gave a slight frown before moving over to the refrigerator. "I forgot to grab the parsley..."
Mel bent down and he stared. He didn't want to stare, but there was just something mesmerizing about watching the back two pockets of her well worn faded jeans and imagining about what they might be hiding. She turned around and looked at him. "What were you doing?"
Startled, Minwoo jumped backwards. "I was just making sure you found the herbs alright, that's all. Sometimes when I go buy them I don't put them where you like them." She raised an eyebrow, but nodded slowly and began to move towards the bowl.
She removed a knife from the wooden holder and began to cut small shreds from the herbs. The kitchen was filled with the earthy, pungent scent. It mingled with her Vera Wang perfume and he wondered what it would be like if that smell were left on his pillow.
As Mel dumped the greens into the bowl, she took the other ingredients into her hand and began to rub them on the meat gingerly. She took special care to cover every inch. She began to sing and as he watched her prepare his dinner with such passion and delight, he decided that he couldn't take it.
"I..." Minwoo started, as he put down his briefcase and stepped into the kitchen.
She stopped her singing and mixing and looked at him. "...you?" she inquired. "What's with that look on your fa---?"
Her sentence was never finished as he took her face in his hands and pressed his lips to hers. He firmly closed his eyes as he kissed her, eager to savor the moment.
"Mmphmnrrrrrrmmmp..." Mel said, protesting slightly as he kissed her. She waved her marinade coated hands in the air, the scent penetrating the air with each flamboyant movement.
After she was able to regain sense, she pushed him away and into the wall, leaving two spicy handprints on his nice white work shirt.
Both were breathing heavily and eying each other with such shock and surprise. He looked at her as he tried to catch his breath and she looked at him, her face growing red and her eyes showing anger.
"I...I'm sorry, I just..." he began to apologize as he moved closer.
Mel shook her head as she picked up the knife and pointed it at him. "Leave me alone," she said sternly.
“I couldn't help it. I was watching you make dinner and something just came over me," Minwoo explained, preparing himself to take another step.
Mel backed into the corner and shook the knife in her hands. "You stay away from me. That was completely uncalled for."
Minwoo looked at her, his eyes large, sad, and watery. His lips parted for a moment as thoughts began to run through his mind. "I know I shouldn't have done that, but you can't seriously say that you didn't feel something."
Her features softened as she began to calm and catch her breath. "I don't know. I'll have to think about it." She untied her apron and walked past him, brushing against his elbow as she briskly walked to her room. The door slammed and he buried his face in his hands. Gah, why did I do that? he asked himself as he was left in the kitchen drooling for dinner.
The End?
Heh...hope you liked it! =D
-- Mel
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Why can’t I control myself? Minwoo shook his head as he leaned his head against the counter. A scene I had envisioned over and over again, but when it finally happened it came out the wrong way. He sighed. This was definitely something that he was going to be paying for later.
He looked around and saw the partially marinated pork lying in the silver bowl at a jaunty angle. She had never finished it. Not knowing a thing about cooking, he stretched plastic wrap over the rounded lips of the bowl and placed it in the refrigerator.
I need something to make me feel better. Minwoo pulled aside the glass door that led to his balcony. The classic iron-railed balcony overlooked the city and was a place that he was almost certain to find complete concentration. He pulled out a single cigarette from the package in his pocket and lit it, inhaling its earthy smokiness. His hands trembled and fumbled around with the lighter as he tried to insert it into his pocket. As he exhaled, his breath wavered, sending short curly wisps of smoke into the air. Minwoo tilted his head back and closed his eyes. I can’t take her being mad at me. What if she leaves?
He dropped his cigarette onto the concrete and smothered it with his shoe, creating hot white ashes that cooled as they blew away. He slid the glass door and closed it behind him and began to make his way to Mel’s room. As he began to raise his hand to knock, a muffled voice spoke from within the room.
“Don’t think I’m going to let you in here so easily,” Mel said, traces of anger lingering in her voice. “I don’t know if you noticed, but I brought the knife in here with me.”
“Mel, I’m sorry—” Minwoo began.
“d**n right you’re sorry,” Mel interrupted. “I’m going to open the door, but if you try anything I want to let you know that I will hurt you.”
“Mellie, I promise I’m not going to try anything,” he pledged, pressing his hand up desperately against the door.
The brass knob clicked as she unlocked it. It slowly began to twist and Minwoo’s stomach gave an uneasy lurch. Mel opened the door a crack before quickly padding away.
“Why are you running?” he asked.
“I don’t know what you’re going to try,” she replied hotly.
“Mel, I said I was sorry. I don’t know what came over me. There was just something back there—”
She frowned. “So you say you’re not feeling it anymore? What was that, just another one of your famous openings leading into another one night stand?”
Minwoo’s mouth opened, but as he rummaged through his mind for a self-saving rebuttal, he found that he couldn’t find one. “I…”
Mel put her hands on her hips and tapped her foot, waiting for a response.
Geez, women are so complicated. “I…” he repeated, looking around the room as if it would give him inspiration. “Mellie, what I had felt was different.”
She snorted. “You’re just like every other guy that has come near me. Don’t even try to make excuses.”
Minwoo felt his apologetic feelings turn into irritation. “You know, why are you always making things hard for me? It’s bad enough that you’re drop dead gorgeous, but now you’re going to make me out like I’m the bad guy.”
Mel opened her mouth in shock. “I can’t believe you just said that. Excuse me, but I think it was you that grabbed my face and started kissing it in there. I wasn’t doing anything.”
“YOU WERE MAKING ME HORNY WITH YOU RUBBING ALL OVER THE POT ROAST!” he said, his voice escalating. He stopped to catch his breath.
She looked at him and turned her head to the side, a disgusted grin forming on her face. “And so now you’re trying to tell me that you have a little crush on me? What is it, Minwoo? Was I supposed to be a one night stand? A temporary girlfriend? A friend with benefits? What was your master plan?”
“I don’t know. Whatever I was going for probably has no chance because I blew it. You’re stubborn and totally mad at me. Maybe it would be best if you just left,” he said softly, turning his back to her. A few moments of silence followed before Minwoo began to walk out of the room.
“W…wait,” Mel called. “I’m sorry. I overreacted.”
He slowly turned to face her. “You sure did,” he said with a tiny smirk. I knew she’d stay…
“Okay, don’t forget you were the one that forced yourself on me,” she reminded.
“And don’t forget you were the one that liked it,” he shot back.
“…I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” she said. “Maybe we should pretend it didn’t even happen.”
Minwoo shook his head. “You don’t honestly believe things are ever going to be the same again, do you? I kissed you, I said I had a thing for you, I almost let you go…”
“Well what are we supposed to do, Minwoo? Get together now?” Mel suggested sarcastically.
“Why not?” Minwoo asked as he felt his lip quiver.
Mel shook her head and pushed her bangs out of her eyes. “You want to know why I can’t be with you? It’s because you don’t respect me.”
“Mellie, I respect you,” he insisted.
She continued. “You don’t respect me and you don’t know what it’s like to have a relationship. All you know is how to make sure you’re having the most fun that you can without thinking about other people. You couldn’t possibly be the one I’m looking for.”
“Yes, I can,” he protested. “I respect you and I care about you. I know it’s only been a month since your parents left you with me, but I really like you. I can be the one.” Minwoo took her hand and looked into her dark brown eyes. He tried his best to break through her solid concrete defense.
Mel blinked. She bit her lip, leaving a white mark that slowly turned into a ruby splotch. “I’m going to give you three days. If you can show me that you can be the one, then you can have me.”
Minwoo gave a gentle smile. “I know I can do it,” he replied. “You may have your doubts, in three days time I will show you that I love you.” He pulled her closer and sealed the deal in a friendly embrace.
Sleep failed to find Minwoo as he bean to think of ways that he could win Mel’s heart. It can’t be that hard. I got to all the other girls in a matter of hours. But then again… Most of the women Minwoo encountered were full-fledged fan girls that were eager to take anything that he offered. Mel was different. From the day she first arrived she was opposed to the living arrangement. She was eager and yearning to be on her own, but as a child of protective parents, they entrusted her in Minwoo’s care. The hostility wore down as the two formed an affectionate bond that toyed with Minwoo’s heart and sent him for a spin. I’ve got to win…, he decided as he rolled over in pursuit of a peaceful slumber.
The next morning arrived rather obnoxiously. Minwoo rubbed his eyes as narrow slits of blinding sunlight crept around his canvas shades and hit his face. He groggily stood up and scratched behind his head, lazily pulling the covers over his mattress. A soft tapping came at his door and he slowly went to open it.
“G…good morning,” Mel said. She avoided eye contact as her eyes wandered around the walls of his room.
“Good morning, Mel,” Minwoo greeted. “What brings you here?”
She dug her foot into the carpeting and twisted it nervously. Her hands made their way to the hem of her shirt and she began to tug gently. “Well…we ran out of groceries so I really don’t have much to serve…” she answered, her voice trailing off.
“Okay…?” he said slowly. Wait….today is the first day! “I mean…okay! That settles it! You and I are going out today. I’ll give downstairs a buzz and they’ll grab what we need and arrange for a town car. You go get ready.”
Her face seemed to instantly brighten. “Are you for real?” she asked, somewhat cautiously. “We’re really going out?”
Minwoo smiled amiably and poked her pudgy cheek. “You bet. Go get ready, now.”
Mel tried her best to stifle her budding smile. “Sure thing. I’ll be out in a few.” She scampered down the hall.
He grinned and shook his head. “I’ve got this one,” he said with a laugh.
“Mellie, are you ready?” Minwoo called, tapping her door lightly until his knuckles tingled.
“I’ll be ready in a minute,” she replied. Shuffling came from behind her door and soon the door was opened.
It hadn’t even been a second and Minwoo’s nostrils were already well aware of the sweet, stimulating scent of her perfume. He cleared his throat. “You smell nice,” he complimented.
“Ah, thank you,” she said. She turned around; modeling slightly for him as she shyly demanded his attention.
My God, Minwoo thought. From the first day that he saw her many years ago at a family party, he realized that he had never seen her in anything besides her everyday uniform of faded jeans and self-created t-shirts. His eyes traveled from the top of her head to her feet and he was definitely impressed. “You look nice, too. Where have you been hiding all of that stuff?” he asked curiously.
Minwoo had never seen such style on anyone before. Her hair was straight and flowy, her head adorned with a simple pair of white-rimmed sunglasses. Around her neck was a buttery yellow ribbon that matched her crocheted beige sleeveless top that was layered above a chocolate brown camisole. Her snugly fitting khaki pants accentuated the length of her legs and rolling hips. The look was tied together with very feminine brown pumps.
Mel shrugged. “I was just saving it for something special, I guess,” she replied.
His ear caught onto the last few words. “So are you saying this is special to you?” he asked with a smile.
She coughed, her face momentarily forming a frown before she straightened it out for her response. “Well I’m thinking that depends on you.”
He smirked, basking in the promising glow of her mistake. “You’ll forget every other guy out there once I start working my magic.”
“Is that right?” she asked, her lips curling into a playful smile. Her eyelids lowered as pressed her lips up to his ear. Minwoo felt cold chills travel down his whole right side as her lips nipped at his ear. Her fingers traced the hard lines of his chest, making him wish that the cloth of his shirt didn’t stand between them. “You’d better make me forget or you’ll be missing something really beautiful.”
Minwoo’s jaw dropped and as he turned to look at her, she flicked her fragrant hair into her face and began to make her way downstairs to the towncar. He watched as she walked away, her hips swinging with every confident stride. Speechless, there was nothing he could do but follow.
---
“You know, I was watching this show on television—“
The ringing of Minwoo’s cell phone interrupted the casual conversation. d**ned phone…why won’t it stop ringing? “Excuse me for a minute?” he asked.
A look of disappointment came on Mel’s face. She nodded with a weak smile and turned to face the window.
“Hello? Minwoo?” A familiar voice was on the other end.
“…Jeong-Ah?” said Minwoo, surprised that he would be receiving a call from a former back-up dancer.
“Minwoo, I’m sorry I haven’t called you. I was busy dancing in America. The truth is I couldn’t stop thinking about you while I was there,” she said, her voice turning into a low whisper as she began to sob.
“Baby, what are you saying?” he asked confusedly. “Slow down, I don’t understand what you’re trying to say.”
“I can’t stop thinking about that special night we shared before I left. I can’t help it. Minwoo, I really like you. Please meet me again, I’m in town. I just want to relive the moment over and over again. Please say you’ll see me again?”
The desperation and whimpers from the other line were almost too much to bear. “Baby, I…” he began. He looked at Mel who was innocently sipping at a provided water bottle. She turned her head to the side and smiled. “I can’t,” he answered simply.
“But why?” she implored. “Minwoo, I need you. No one does it better than you. I’ve been looking for a man to please me…”
“Is that all you want?” he asked, annoyed as he pulled his phone away from his ear and looked at it.
“I’ll do anything you want.”
Jeong-Ah’s offer was almost too good to pass up. He didn’t even vaguely remember the night of loving that she continually dreamed about, but the want he could hear in her voice were very tempting. “Anything I want?” he asked.
“Y…yes!” she promised. “Anything and more. Just say you’ll see me again.”
As the car came to a rolling halt, Minwoo glanced over at Mel, who raised an eyebrow. “We’re here,” Mel mouthed before stepping out of the car. Minwoo nodded in response.
“Minwoo? What do you say—will you see me again?” Jeong-Ah asked.
Mel poked her head into the door of the car and extended her hand to him. “Need some help?” she offered, motioning with her hand as she pointed with her head to the restaurant.
“Minwoo?” Jeong-Ah repeated.
“I’m sorry, Ba—I mean, Jeong-Ah. I can’t. I don’t want to,” Minwoo answered with a long sigh. “Please don’t call me again.” He turned his phone off and left it in the car before taking Mel’s hand.
Minwoo watched in awe. “Do you always eat that way?” he asked as he shoveled into his omelet. For the past few minutes he had been watching with fascination as Mel carefully separated her crepes.
“Pretty much,” she replied, her fork passing through fluffy peaks of whipped cream. She slowly brought the fork to her mouth, her lips separating slowly before she placed it into her mouth, her lips enclosing around the silverware. “Mmmm,” she commented.
He coughed, bits of omelet finding their way down the wrong pipe. Minwoo, stop being a pervert! Mel handed him his water and patted his back. “Thanks,” he said, his cheeks flushing slightly.
She nodded with a smile. She continued to slowly consume the whipped cream, her eyes closing slightly as she devoured the light, sweet cream. “This is so good,” she said, shaking her head.
Minwoo looked away. “You like whipped cream, don’t you?” he asked.
Mel nodded. “It’s so good…” Mel pulled back the top of the crepe with her fork, scooping up some of the sugary filling and licking it bit by bit with her pink tongue. “Do you liked whipped cream?”
Yeah, but it would be a heck of a lot better if we---
“…MINWOO?”
The two turned their heads to the side, seeking out the shrill voice that had called out his name. Minwoo’s eyes widened as he saw Jeong-Ah standing in the doorway.
“Jeong-Ah, what are you doing here?” he asked. “I thought I told you that I didn’t want to see you.”
“I know you didn’t mean it baby,” she said. She pulled a seat over from the other table and sat down. Her eyes were swollen and her face red and splotchy. Spread around her cheeks and eyes were black stripes from her running make-up.
“Waiter,” Minwoo called, raising his hand.
“It’ll just take a second,” Jeong-Ah pleaded.
“Waiter,” Minwoo repeated with urgency.
The waiter looked up from another table. “Just a second sir,” he said as he collected the dishes from an adjacent table. He passed the tray off to another waiter.
“What’s the problem here?” he asked, looking at the two diners and their unwanted guest.
“This woman is bothering us,” Minwoo said as he motioned to Jeong-Ah.
“That’s not what you said three years ago when you were doing me!” she screamed. The other customers turned with interest and began to eavesdrop. “That’s right, everyone. Lee Minwoo slept with ME--and it was amazing. Now he won’t get back together with me because he’s found another tramp to mess around with.”
Mel’s eyes darted towards Jeong-Ah. “Excuse me,” she said, standing up out of her chair. “First of all, that was three years ago and as far as we’re all concerned you’re old news. So he made a mistake in being with you. He’s not even like that anymore and don’t you dare call me a tramp because you don’t even know me.”
“W…waiter?” Minwoo said timidly, tapping the attending waiter on the shoulder. “Please remove her.”
“Oh, right,” the waiter said embarrassedly. “Right away, sir. Miss, please come with me.” He took her by the arm and Jeong-Ah reluctantly followed.
“You know what? I’m watching you and Minwoo, I will get you, even if I have to get through this tramp to do it…” she said, her raspy voice softening as she turned the corner.
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