A fan fiction that takes place after the "We Got Married" days of Hyun Joong and Hwangbo. Just when Hwangbo is falling deeply for her sshillang, Hyun Joong is fervidly getting attracted to her. Is this true love? Or just a one night stand? This fic has mature content though not explicitly written. Let's follow their story. Everything here is solely my imagination, so do bear with it.

*** This fic has a to-and-fro time reference, I hope you will not be confused guys ^^.

*** Basically, something happened between HB and HJ after their FAREWELL DAY in WGM.

*** Hwangbo is 31 years-old, by the time she's narrating the story (and she's 31 in the ending).

*** This is purely my imagination (which has gone lose, since JOONGBO got into my system).

*** Characters are Hyun Joong and Hwangbo only =)


:: Tangled Sheets ::

I felt his gentle hand mildly stroking down my shoulders. In 'a to-and-fro pattern'. Twice every ten seconds. I kept counting his every stroke while I continuously gulped in synchrony. His movement was slow and sharp. His touches reached my spine. Nevertheless , I loved his gentleness. How he commanded his hands was pretty appalling yet exciting. The way he continued brushing off my skin over and over again was (luckily) his reprieve. How he never got tired of smelling my skin and caressing me tenderly was magical. His soft lips were touching my bare shoulders incessantly. Ten thousand bolts of electricity. That's how it felt like. His lips. Oh his lips. The feeling was insane.

It took us forever before we completely got undress. Clothes thrown here and there. His pair of jeans were laying flat on the floor across the bed. His shirt was sent near the tightly-closed door. My shirt was tossed over the bed's mahogany headboard. And my skirt. It was resting perfectly beneath feet.

"Buin..." I heard him called me tenderly.

"B-b-bo?" I was shaking within out of anxiety. While my hands were trembling, gently put them against my chest. Tried listening to my heart. "W-what i-is it?" I said in a worrisome manner.

He smiled all-knowingly. "Are you nervous?"

'Common! Are you serious? You know I'm not, Hyun.' I know I was obviously keeping my cool. Nevertheless, I tried my best to stay in the game. "A-aneyo." I said bravely.

"You sure?" He whispered to my ears softly. "Are you a hundred percent sure?"

"Y-yeh..." I responded while almost gulping my tongue.

Again, he let out a teasing smile. "Then, why are you covering yourself up?"

"Be-be-because i-it's c-cold." Stupid response, I know.

I felt I was about to pass out that moment. Blood started raising throughout my body. I felt as if my head was about to explode. 'He really is here with me. In our room. In our bed. Beside me. He really is just a foot away from me.' My heart fluttered with these thoughts. "I-I am not afraid..." Courageously, I dared challenged him. 'I'm not a-afraid 'cause I'm I'm I'm ready.'

Sshillang suddenly pulled me closer in response to my challenge. And closer. And
closer, until he finally locked me in his arms. I let out a shrill cry. 'Omo! Omo!' My heart was beating triple times. 'I-I'm ready, am I?' I can sense the heat. I can sense his need as I look straight into his deep-set eyes. 'D-don't stare at me like that... I-I'm melting.'

The more I struggled to escape from his arms, the more I got attracted to his charm.

"B-buin... Don't fret." He pleaded while keeping his command of things.

"A-a-aigo." 'W-wh-what do you want m-me t-to do?' "A-are you sure, t-this is okay?" I tried reaffirming his intention. Tried finding out why getting it off with matters that much to him.

"Hush," he whispered to my left ear while gently nibbling it. "I need you..."

My brain shut down. My heart started to pump too much blood. Oxygen has risen profusely to my head causing me to give in instantly. 'I need you'. These were the words that got me. 'Sshillang, I need you too.'

It was the longest night in my entire 31 years of life. It was also the very first time that I was able to notice my ceiling. 'Peach-colored ceiling, you really do quite look good.' The first time that I noticed the engraved flowers on my ceiling.

As the night grew wild, I felt the blanket wrapping around our feet. My body started flinching as he deepened his kisses and he pressed his body harder. Struggling no more, the sheets tethered a perfect knot that binded us. A perfect knot that he should have not loosened up the morning after.

Labels: beneath the muddled sheets, fan fic, joongbo, mature