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12 July 2012 @ 11:09 pm
A Taste of Honey  



“Toast?” Hyunjoong swallowed a mouth of pizza and stared at TOP.

“Yeah, she said you’re not half-bad. Like toast,” TOP said around a mouthful of pepperoni.

“Hmm…so he’s not rice but he’s toast, eh?” Jaejoong mused and then both of them snickered while Hyunjoong put down the slice of pizza in his hand and took a deep draught of beer. Then another one. Then he got up and smoothed down his shirt.

“Where are you going?” Jaejoong asked, only half paying attention. He was watching the latest drama on KBS, something about a girl and her dead sister. Riveting stuff when you throw in an evil smuggling ring and two good looking men.

“To get a promotion,” Hyunjoong replied. Then paused. “I think I’ll brush my teeth first.”

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Hwang Bo could have gone out that night. She could have surrounded herself with people who were witty, humorous and good looking. She could have sampled delicious food at the newest restaurant that gourmands were celebrating or feasted her eyes on the latest exhibit at the art gallery. She could have even read one of the many books on her rapidly growing reading pile.

Instead, she was lying on her back on the carpeted floor in her living room staring at the ceiling. To be fair, it was a very nice carpet. A two toned Bohemian shagpile. 100% wool. Sinfully soft. And the ceiling was nice too. Wide, elegant and airy. But still, lying prone and pondering the shape of the ceiling was hardly Hwang Bo’s regular hedonistic exploits in the dark of the night.

Hwang Bo closed her eyes and let the silence seep into her. Slowly. Filling her up until she was spilling with it. She could feel the carpet tickle the soles of her feet, the nail polish on her fingernails seemed too thick and confining. Her nails couldn’t breathe. She thought of the moment hours before when she had rested her head on Hyunjoong’s chest and heard his heart flutter like a bird in captivity. It had surprised her.

This ennui that had recently held her close in its grasp had finally been shifted. For all her unapologetic libertinism, Hwang Bo didn’t deal well with emotions. She had had experiences when she was younger and more prone to love – Hwang Bo caught that thought and smiled wryly – as though it were a disease, but still, those experiences had convinced her that emotions were bright, intense bursts of colours but they were transient.

The doorbell chimed. Well, actually, it was the gate “bell.” Hwang Bo got up reluctantly and moved toward the intercom which came with a camera. A woman living alone can never be too cautious. Her lips turned down when she recognized who it was standing at her gate, a lone sunflower clutched in his hand.

“What is it, Hyunjoong sshi?” She sighed into the intercom.

“I must see you,” he announced, gripping the poor sunflower even tighter.

“Must…?” Hwang Bo wondered aloud. “What if I don’t want to see you right now?”

“I’ll climb over this gate then,” Hyunjoong raised his chin in that particular way of his that she recognized.

“If you do that, the alarm will go off. The police will come and with them, the paparazzi,” Hwang Bo answered carefully.

“I don’t care.”

There it was. The fever of youth. Also known in some circles as stupidity.

“For curiousity’s sake, why must you see me?” Hwang Bo had the uncomfortable feeling she would capitulate to his insistence. If only for his own good.

“I want to be rice. Not toast,” Hyunjoong leaned closer to the camera and stared straight into it. “I want a promotion.”

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Insane, that’s what he was. If he had had doubts of his sanity, they were all gone when he found himself standing in front of Hwang Bo’s gate with a sunflower in his hand. A sunflower he had filched from someone’s garden along the way. It was a good thing it was dark and he was in his “invisible” gear – which to be honest, just made him even more conspicuous.

Hyunjoong wondered if sillily was a word. And if it wasn’t, it should be because as an adjective it described his actions precisely. He had sillily decided to come here on a whim. He had sillily thrown down a gauntlet when she seemed to consider not letting him in. And now he was sillily walking up the pathway to the door with his heart bongo-ing around in his chest.

He raised his hand to knock and then put it down. It seemed a waste of his energy to knock when she already knew he was there. He tried the door. It was open. He opened it and stepped inside. He had been here before but at that time, his eyes had been on one uh…person so he hadn’t had time to look around. He took off his shoes and decided to go barefoot even though there were slippers available.

His feet sank in the carpet. He remembered the carpet. It was nice and soft. Hyunjoong looked around. The foyer led into the living room. There was a fire burning in the fireplace. The doors to the patio were closed. It was a cold night. Where was she?

He stepped further into the room. It was colourful. A contrast of colours and textures. Vibrant. Elegantly exuberant. Just like her. Where was she?

Ah. The chaise by the large windows that looked out at the garden. She sat there with her knees pulled up to her chest. The vivid maroon of the chaise was muted by the whiteness of the dress she wearing. Her feet were bare. Her hair pulled up in a ponytail. The length of her neck, the curve where it met her shoulder, her collarbones. Hyunjoong looked at her for a long while not saying a word. She didn’t give any indication that she was aware of his presence. But she was. He knew she was. He had left her pulse racing earlier that day.

“Hwang Bo sshi,” he finally said moving closer. And as he moved, so did she. She turned and looked at him and he paused in his steps to look into her eyes. Then he threw caution to the wind and ignored the warning in her look. He moved closer and she sensed that their roles were in flux. Somehow she had become the prey. Her lips quirked.

“What do you want, Hyunjoong?” She deliberately let his name linger on her tongue. She tasted the vowels and licked the syllables. Her smile deepened when colour flushed his cheeks a timorous red. He recovered and took a deep breath.

“You,” he replied, giving her a smile that was all jagged edges and desperation. Her amusement faded and she straightened.

“You said something about rice?” She attempted to change the atmosphere.

“It was a trick to pique your interest,” he wasn’t going to let her. He moved a step closer and she got up. Her chin lifted. She wasn’t going to let a boy cow her. He moved even closer and her back straightened.

“You are too close,” she told him, narrowing her eyes.

“I intend to be closer,” a close mouthed smile accompanied his words.

“This is not a game, Hyunjoong sshi,” she was a little breathless now.

“Oh? Good. Because I have no intention of playing,” he moved with his last words. An assault on her senses.

It wouldn’t be enough to say he kissed her. They had kissed before. His hands moved to cup her face and hold it in place. His lips covered hers, warm, insistent. His tongue touched hers, melding, melting, entirely too intimate. Hwang Bo’s hand gripped his shirt but she didn’t know whether she wanted to pull him closer or push him away.

Finally, after an eternity and countless stolen breaths, he pulled away and granted her a reprieve. She looked at him, her senses befuddled, her lips swollen from his kiss and he looked down at her, his arms lower to loop around her waist, pulling her closer still so she could feel the evidence of his desire.

And for the first time in years, Hwang Bo blushed.

 
 
 
sparklingbebe: pic#99446103sparklingbebe on July 13th, 2012 04:19 pm (UTC)
I almost cried this afternoon because LJ just won't load. -__-

“I want to be rice. Not toast,” Hyunjoong leaned closer to the camera and stared straight into it. “I want a promotion.”

Man, I love how you use food to bring them closer together. First, it was the yummy cupcake. Now, we're getting this cute statement from HJ. I approve so much!
I adore your creativity, dear writer. Why so good like this? He is making her fall for him, slowly but surely. :P

I don't need to tell you that the last part is so smexy. It's too dangerous to imagine that scene. My nose will bleed from too much hotness. Blushing HB FTW~!

Thank you for the treat!! Like a samgaetang for a tired Bebe. <3 :P
lvk2011: pic#115914034lvk2011 on July 15th, 2012 01:48 am (UTC)
These are my favorite lines from "A Taste of Honey" so far!

"I am not a slide you must examine."

"Cupcakes are sweet. They might rejoin the separated parts!" ,"

"I, too, have hidden depths."

"She thinks of me as something new and shiny to brandish around t her friends."

"I want to be rice. Not toast," "I want a promotion."

Thank you!
ai7een on July 15th, 2012 02:18 am (UTC)
thank you for yet another wonderful chapter...
chumills: loufchumills on July 16th, 2012 05:28 am (UTC)
this a fun reading, this is able to calm me down after Jane surprise at chapter 13

i'm giggling reading this, the trio just cute and Joongie just in love

awesome Rockstar^^
idlewilds3: Spicaidlewilds3 on July 17th, 2012 05:21 am (UTC)
"“I want to be rice. Not toast,” Hyunjoong leaned closer to the camera and stared straight into it. “I want a promotion.” ..hee, cheeky boy! I guess puppy HJ is throwing down the gauntlet. Will he be a Doberman soon?! The public wants to know!

In other comment, " the evidence of his desire." I giggle!
angel_xu on July 21st, 2012 09:47 am (UTC)
Tinnnyy bit racy?? Hahahs, maybe. If you break the words apart. But the insinuations when put together? woah, way off racy! hahas.
cadiyimcadi: pic#117053534cadiyimcadi on July 21st, 2012 11:44 pm (UTC)
Thank you for the update I was looking forward for this chapter ..please write more really like your fictions
emmalloyd08: pic#117035890emmalloyd08 on August 1st, 2012 02:34 am (UTC)
im loving this fic.. imagining Hyunjoong with a sunflower in his hand.. waiting for the next update