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It all starts with a throwaway comment at lunch over Seok-hoon being a romantic.

“Still waters run deep,” Jin-woo snickers. “I remember when…”

He doesn’t get a chance to finish as Seok-hoon elbows him in the ribs and suddenly Hyomin is nothing short of curious. She’s not totally surprised - she has seen the man get into quite a few fights in the last few months and if she were a betting man…

Well, passion is just the other side of the coin. And she’s seen some of the looks he has sent her way.

So yeah, she’s intrigued. Not to mention, she loves a good old fashioned challenge. She would love to know what would break that impeccable restraint. Hyomin already knows his protective side comes out fairly easily but romance…..well that was a whole new territory, wasn’t it?

She has had a good many NC-17 rated dreams about him lately; she would be lying if she said she didn’t. But they mostly featured a shy Seok-hoon that she coaxed and cajoled into doing unnameable things. Now, facing the possibility that he was the wild one, she shivered. Her dreams needed an overhaul.

Flashes of dark hair between her pale legs beckon and it takes a helluva lot of effort to center her thoughts. She clamps her thighs shut in an attempt to block her wandering mind but the damage is done.

She’s a woman on a mission.

***

The thing about Hyomin is that she’s a planner; she’s thoughtful, careful, meticulous and best of all, patient. Any good planner knows that patience is the key ingredient.

And she waits for the longest time, testing out theories as they pop into mind. So far she had found that neither short skirts nor deep vee shirts were particularly good at catching his attention. He seemed to have a slight preference for smart women but nothing beyond collegial appreciation.

The opportunity comes when she least expects it. They’re in the middle of a team meeting when she notices his grimace. She hasn’t said anything weird or wrong and she certainly does not have ink on her face. Her hair is tied in a loose bun over her head and she feels the elastic of the scrunchy snap before the strands tumble down her face.

She sighs and digs for another hair tie in her pocket while gathering up her hair in yet another bun when she sees him grimace and frown once more…

Well that was new.

So she tests it. She lets her hair fall through a couple more times before scooping it up in a bun. And each time she watches Seok-hoon grow impatient. He clears his throat and taps his foot.

She runs a finger up her neck. He adjusts himself in the chair.

She absent mindedly twirls a strand on her finger and she watches him swallow. Hard.

Ok so she runs with it.

She starts with updos. Her roommate's friend is a hairstylist and has got the ‘messy yet young professional’ look down pat. And by the looks of Seok-hoon’s face in the morning, the hairstyle is a hit. She watches him almost choke on his coffee and hides a smile.

Her next plan of action is to play with her hair every time they’re in a meeting. He scrambles for words and seems oddly distracted and she leaves feeling smug. That was easy.

She gives it a break for a few days. Good things come to those who wait.

So perhaps that’s why Seok-hook turns beet red during one of their late night chats. He’s brewing a cup of coffee while they have a serious conversation about friendship. It’s the spillover from their latest case where two best friends turned against each other.

“It’s not really friendship if it’s toxic. Better to cut it off before it turns necrotic,” he says as a matter of fact.

Hyomin nods in agreement before changing the subject, “is it me or is it hot in here?”

She doesn’t quite wait for a response before grabbing a pen, twirling her hair expertly and pinning it up in one smooth move.

“Much better,” she beams and there he is. Red from the tips of his ears to his cheeks.

***

But if she thought that any of this would bring Seok-hoon closer to making a move, she was sadly mistaken.

Seok-hoon for all intents and purposes remained steadfastly professional. They went out for drinks, they chatted late into the night, they even hung out with the twins and with Hash.

But so far bupkis. Zip. Nada. Nothing.

Sure, his gazes had turned more heated and yes, Hyomin’s dreams were running wild. Her recent favorite started with them facing off each other in the courtroom before devolving into him fucking her against the table. She was turning unhinged.

And yet, nothing from Seok-hoon. Patience is a virtue.

****

They’re at yet another team dinner where laughter and soju are both abundant. The associates try to persuade Seok-hoon for a second round of drinks but he graciously declines.

“Early meeting tomorrow. You guys go ahead,” he insists when Hyomin bounds to his side looking like a lost puppy.

“You’re not joining them?” He asks curiously. The others have hightailed it to their next location and she’s the only one left behind.

Emboldened by the alcohol (which she admittedly had a heavy hand in pouring) and frustrated by her lack of progress, she throws caution to the wind.

“Why don’t you like me?”

If he was taken aback, he doesn’t show it. “I didn’t say I didn’t like you.”

Apparently that’s all the invitation she needs because the next second, he’s holding an armful of Kang Hyomin, her lips fused onto his. He parts his lips in surprise just as her tongue sweeps in and he kisses back. It’s his turn to lick into her mouth and he does so expertly as her arms wind around his neck. He presses two soft kisses before untangling himself.

“You’re drunk,” he states flatly.

“Tipsy,” she corrects before leaning in to kiss him again. “And I want you.”

This time he doesn’t stop her.

***

She’s not quite sure how they got here. But she’s flat on her back and up against the wall. In Seok-hoon’s home. Hyomin doesn’t quite have the time to dwell on it because the object of her desires is kissing her fervently. He latches onto the bit of skin on her neck, right under the ear all the while telling her in explicit detail what he wants to do.

Hyomin laughs out loud- partly because she can’t believe this is finally happening and partly because she was right. Ofcourse, he would be a dirty talker. She tells him as such and he grins before sinking down to his knees. She barely has a second to catch her breath before he throws one leg over his shoulder.

Her pants have disappeared as if by magic and she has about two seconds of sanity left before he starts eating her out. His tongue flicks out to lick her clit even as he suctions his lips around her, drawing the soft flesh into his mouth. She grips his hair holding him tight and screams his name as she orgasms.

They tumble into the bedroom amidst laughter and kisses. They can’t stop looking at each other in disbelief and he peppers kisses as she reveals each bit of skin. He eagerly latches onto a nipple as his fingers thrust into her. She’s hot and wet - and he tells her as such. He scissors his fingers and watches her as she falls apart in his arms.

“I’ve waited for so long,” he starts but she quickly shuts him up with a kiss. Her hands are tangled in his hair and they stare into each other as he enters her.

Hyomin closes her eyes and wraps her legs around his waist urging him to move. It feels surreal and they can’t quite get enough of each other. But they can take their time later. She doesn’t realize she has said the last part out loud until Seok-hoon beams. “Yes,” he says “later I’m going to take you apart bit by bit but for now, I’m going to fuck you.”

It happens hard and fast. She shatters around him and he holds her close. Her last thought as she fell asleep was simple.

Mission. Accomplished.

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She wakes up all warm and happy. Her toes curl as a finger dips into her core while another plays with her clit. She pushes back against the heat that is wrapped behind her.

“Awake, are we?” He chuckles nipping at her ear.

Hyomin moans, making room for Seok-hon to grope her further. His wet fingers move swiftly up her body before cupping a tit and twisting at her nipple. Her ass is up against his hardness and he pushes one, two times before sliding right into her wetness.

Oh she’s definitely awake.

She’s for all practical purposes lying on top of him as he thrusts lazily upwards. He promised to take his time with her and he certainly hadn’t been lying.

A man of his word; oh she liked that. A lot.

Hyomin hands grasp at nothing before settling on Seok-hoon. His arms are banded across her front and he’s bouncing her off his cock.

“Come for me, baby” he whispers. “Take what you need.”

She certainly didn’t need to be told twice. Hyomin lets go and comes hard- stars dancing before her eyes.

The early morning sun is filtering in just as she opens her eyes. He’s back on top of her, pressing kisses lazily as he explores birthmarks and the uniqueness that is her. She’s happy as a clam but she doesn’t quite have the time to relax before he slides up against her in a brutal rhythm.

“I’m..” kiss. “Not done..” kiss. “Yet…” kiss.

She could get used to this.

If she thought Seok-hoon was magnificent in court when he was eviscerating the opposing party, then he certainly surpassed all her expectations as he made love. His forearms flexed as he thrust into her, stopping often to press a kiss here, a lick there and she can confirm Jin-woo’s observation now.

Still waters ran deep.

She runs a finger up his arm and over his bicep. The muscle flexes and she keeps going, dragging her fingers up his neck before guiding his chin back down. They meet in a kiss that’s messy and wet.

“You’re killing me, you know that? “ he rasps and she can’t help the giggle that escapes. She has so much to learn about him and she’s so curious. She would love to see what makes him tick, what makes him lose his shit and pump into her. Very much like he is right at this moment.

His hips stutter as he comes. Hyomin holds him close, kissing him as the shudders wrack through his body. He collapses in a sweaty mess right next to her.

“You’re amazing.”

Yes, yes she is. Not that there was ever a doubt in her mind. But then a little thought makes its way to her. This wasn’t like Seok-hoon. He didn’t just sleep with his associates- he was the partner who was decidedly against inter-office relationships.

It’s gotta be a dream, she thinks and digs into her arm. A nice pinch would be the test.

“Ow!” Seok-hoon grunts besides her. He props himself up on one elbow. “Not a dream,” he starts before looking horrified. “Did you think this was a dream?”

“No,” Hyomin blushes out of embarrassment. “Just seemed unbelievable.”

“That good huh?” He waggles his eyebrows and Hyomin can’t help but laugh. She loves it when she gets to experience the rarer parts of Seok-hoon- the ones that not many people get to see.

She shakes her head and has a question of her own. “You said you’ve been waiting a long time.”

“Yeah,” he grins. His hands are back to exploring her and he runs his fingers all over her skin. It’s like he can’t stop touching. “Ever since you wore that itty bitty skirt.”

“What?” Hyomin sputters. “I thought it was the hair that did you in.”

“Nope,” Seok-hoon looks abashed. “I couldn’t look you in the eye- not in that skirt and definitely not in that low cut blouse.” His hands come back to cup her breast and brushes his lips over the rosy tips. “These are kind of adorable.”

Well, she thought he was all kinds of adorable.

“I like you. A lot, Hyomin,” he confesses, his head dipping. “In skirts, out of skirts, your hair up, your hair down. I just like you.”

She stares at him because this is so much better than what she had in mind.

“Me too!”