No. 5, finally! A little caution though, it's kind of R-18 :P
Kim Hyun Joong was absentmindedly drinking his beer when In Young, unabashedly tapped him on the back, immediately bringing him out of his reverie. "Your soulmate is here," his longtime friend muttered.
He instantaneously turned and looked around, and there she was, exquisite... as always. And for the nth time since he knew her, he wondered, how can she be so magnificently stunning in the simplest of clothes, she was wearing a pair of dark denim boy shorts, vintage white tee and espadrilles accentuated with a few bangles. You put her on a catwalk filled with fashion brand-clad women and she'll still shine, in his eyes at least, perpetually.
"New boyfriend?" In Young's voice cut his more pleasant train of thoughts, his attention suddenly veered at the man who was standing beside her, hand on her back, as if he has the right to.
"No," his terse reply.
"Oh, so we have another one in our throng, he passed the requirements and now is in line for consideration. What a lucky bastard!"
"Aish In Young, suitor, he's just a suitor, why can't you just say that? Why do you have to go on and on and on..."
"To tick you off," he challenged.
"You didn't have to go that far," he said with a smirk on his face.
"I know," his reply, mischief evident in his eyes. "I think, no other person on earth hates the term soulmate more than you."
"And I bet you're wondering why?"
In Young couldn't help but guffawed at his response, "I shall take my leave then, the birthday celebrant needs to welcome his guest... together with her guest," he continuously piqued.
His friend of almost twenty years left his side to attend to his duties as the host of the party, a small but sincere smile spread across his face, it'll be a lie if he say that In Young's non-stop talk about his circumstance doesn't annoy him but as he had served as his shock absorber from three years ago up until the present he just let him be. He's the only person who can talk shit to and about him without getting his face rearrange.
Kim Hyun Joong was absentmindedly drinking his beer when In Young, unabashedly tapped him on the back, immediately bringing him out of his reverie. "Your soulmate is here," his longtime friend muttered.
He instantaneously turned and looked around, and there she was, exquisite... as always. And for the nth time since he knew her, he wondered, how can she be so magnificently stunning in the simplest of clothes, she was wearing a pair of dark denim boy shorts, vintage white tee and espadrilles accentuated with a few bangles. You put her on a catwalk filled with fashion brand-clad women and she'll still shine, in his eyes at least, perpetually.
"New boyfriend?" In Young's voice cut his more pleasant train of thoughts, his attention suddenly veered at the man who was standing beside her, hand on her back, as if he has the right to.
"No," his terse reply.
"Oh, so we have another one in our throng, he passed the requirements and now is in line for consideration. What a lucky bastard!"
"Aish In Young, suitor, he's just a suitor, why can't you just say that? Why do you have to go on and on and on..."
"To tick you off," he challenged.
"You didn't have to go that far," he said with a smirk on his face.
"I know," his reply, mischief evident in his eyes. "I think, no other person on earth hates the term soulmate more than you."
"And I bet you're wondering why?"
In Young couldn't help but guffawed at his response, "I shall take my leave then, the birthday celebrant needs to welcome his guest... together with her guest," he continuously piqued.
His friend of almost twenty years left his side to attend to his duties as the host of the party, a small but sincere smile spread across his face, it'll be a lie if he say that In Young's non-stop talk about his circumstance doesn't annoy him but as he had served as his shock absorber from three years ago up until the present he just let him be. He's the only person who can talk shit to and about him without getting his face rearrange.
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The party ended an hour ago, Kim Hyun Joong went home alone while the woman he adores left, still, with her date. He spent four hours of his life staring at the unwanted couple party the night away, he was raging like a bull, in silence. No one knew, no one should. He was afterall her soulmate, oh how he detest the word.
They had seen each other in various events and TV programs, they had passed each other on studios and TV channels several times, they had exchanged polite greetings and shy smile, they were colleagues, nothing more, nothing less. Until that fateful Tuesday of 2008, it marked the changing of tides - Tuesdays became his favorite time of the week, getting up and working at the break of dawn became a well-loved routine, playing a make-believe husband became a role he so wanted to be real, she became his addiction and being married to her, legitimately, became a life-long dream.
They clicked, they just did. No false pretenses, no force intimacy, no for TV romance; they started as two totally different individuals in Jeju, the gap between them was so palpable, you can build an entire soccer field in between and not one of them would have notice, that turned into silent but trying their damnedest honeymooners, they started to reached out to each other through her lead and through much cajoling from the variety show staff and crew; they became these awkward make-believe husband and wife who tried to live a normal life as a couple, which was next to impossible as the both of them weren't normal, which then became their saving grace, as their quirky ideas and funky lifestyle soon set the trend to a fun married life; they were these funny on-screen loveteam whose vivacity turns every minute into an exciting memory, they continued to have their moments of silence but it was needed, it equals to their moments of magic, it was during those times when they feel the broken barriers at its best, when there were only them and nothing else mattered; they might had ended the show in a haste but, fortunately for them, their relationship didn't suffered the same fate, they endured the distance, the differences, the anti-fans, they became friends, close friends, bonded for life.
He knows that there was something in-between them, something more than what she's willing to settle for, and he knows that she felt it, too. Their chemistry is so conspicuous, no number of periodic tables or amount of chemical formula can compare to them, he knew, she knew, heck, every goddamn person who saw them knew. But they remain, she said they can never be, he thinks otherwise but what can he really do, back then, he thought it was better than nothing, so a soulmate he became.
Soulmate, in general, is a person with whom one has a feeling of deep and natural affinity, similarity, love, intimacy, sexuality, spirituality, or compatibility; she's all that to him and his trying ultra hard to prove that he is all that to her. The world views the term differently, each individual uses the word in variations, but he cares not about them as the only person he hold under regard is Hwangbo Hye Jung, the woman who makes him feel all sorts of happiness and perplexity, the woman who turns the colors of his world into rainbows and darkness, the woman who add sprinkles of hope and dashes of faith to his being. She was the one who coined the word for what they are, for what they have, it would have been good if she doesn't have this absurd and bizarre definition of what a soulmate is, for Hwangbo Hye Jung, a soulmate is someone who is preordained by God to be with her, to stand by her, to understand and love her whatever maybe, the twin of her soul, and she, in an effort to protect what God has blessed her with, promised herself that if and when she meets that person, she would do everything in her power to keep him and, with all the hassles that could accompany her pledge, she chose not to have any romantic link with her soulmate. Her adage - "Romance and love affairs are full of complexities that we should not care for and be bothered with, we were one at birth, separated but united again, and I'll do everything in my power to have it stay that way, so I can keep you till the day I meet our Creator." Who could counter that, seriously, who would?
They had seen each other in various events and TV programs, they had passed each other on studios and TV channels several times, they had exchanged polite greetings and shy smile, they were colleagues, nothing more, nothing less. Until that fateful Tuesday of 2008, it marked the changing of tides - Tuesdays became his favorite time of the week, getting up and working at the break of dawn became a well-loved routine, playing a make-believe husband became a role he so wanted to be real, she became his addiction and being married to her, legitimately, became a life-long dream.
They clicked, they just did. No false pretenses, no force intimacy, no for TV romance; they started as two totally different individuals in Jeju, the gap between them was so palpable, you can build an entire soccer field in between and not one of them would have notice, that turned into silent but trying their damnedest honeymooners, they started to reached out to each other through her lead and through much cajoling from the variety show staff and crew; they became these awkward make-believe husband and wife who tried to live a normal life as a couple, which was next to impossible as the both of them weren't normal, which then became their saving grace, as their quirky ideas and funky lifestyle soon set the trend to a fun married life; they were these funny on-screen loveteam whose vivacity turns every minute into an exciting memory, they continued to have their moments of silence but it was needed, it equals to their moments of magic, it was during those times when they feel the broken barriers at its best, when there were only them and nothing else mattered; they might had ended the show in a haste but, fortunately for them, their relationship didn't suffered the same fate, they endured the distance, the differences, the anti-fans, they became friends, close friends, bonded for life.
He knows that there was something in-between them, something more than what she's willing to settle for, and he knows that she felt it, too. Their chemistry is so conspicuous, no number of periodic tables or amount of chemical formula can compare to them, he knew, she knew, heck, every goddamn person who saw them knew. But they remain, she said they can never be, he thinks otherwise but what can he really do, back then, he thought it was better than nothing, so a soulmate he became.
Soulmate, in general, is a person with whom one has a feeling of deep and natural affinity, similarity, love, intimacy, sexuality, spirituality, or compatibility; she's all that to him and his trying ultra hard to prove that he is all that to her. The world views the term differently, each individual uses the word in variations, but he cares not about them as the only person he hold under regard is Hwangbo Hye Jung, the woman who makes him feel all sorts of happiness and perplexity, the woman who turns the colors of his world into rainbows and darkness, the woman who add sprinkles of hope and dashes of faith to his being. She was the one who coined the word for what they are, for what they have, it would have been good if she doesn't have this absurd and bizarre definition of what a soulmate is, for Hwangbo Hye Jung, a soulmate is someone who is preordained by God to be with her, to stand by her, to understand and love her whatever maybe, the twin of her soul, and she, in an effort to protect what God has blessed her with, promised herself that if and when she meets that person, she would do everything in her power to keep him and, with all the hassles that could accompany her pledge, she chose not to have any romantic link with her soulmate. Her adage - "Romance and love affairs are full of complexities that we should not care for and be bothered with, we were one at birth, separated but united again, and I'll do everything in my power to have it stay that way, so I can keep you till the day I meet our Creator." Who could counter that, seriously, who would?
But... it has been years, and he's getting tired, no, erase that, he is really tired. He is tired of pretending that it's okay to remain friends, he is tired of keeping mum about all the men who wants to be with her, he is tired of just looking and dreaming and hoping that someday, a twist or leap of fate will happen between them. He is tired of being a soulmate in words, he wants something better, something more...
And in his book, spending three years, waiting, is quite enough.
And in his book, spending three years, waiting, is quite enough.
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Hye Jung came in after bidding her date goodnight, she threw her purse in the bed and set foot to prepare herself a lukewarm bath. She was stripping out of her clothes when her hand phone beeped, "Home safe?", an inquiry from Hyun Joong.
"Yup, I'll call you in a while," she texted back.
"Soulmate is a person with whom one has a feeling of deep and natural affinity, similarity, love, intimacy, sexuality, spirituality and compatibility," his reply. She read, shrugged, stripped off to her skin and moved to take a bath.
She put a hand in the surface to test the water temperature, turned the faucet off when she was satisfied, climbed on the tub and submerged her body under water. She had a great night, but hours of dancing coupled with the series of action-packed filming she did over the week had definitely taken its toll on her body, she can almost hear her skin sigh as the water sluiced over her, she stretched her sore limbs and tired body as she basked in the clear liquid. The water was acting as a balm to her exhaustion, she was almost off to slumber when she heard a sudden intake of breath.
She swiftly opened her eyes, she live alone, has been for years, and she knew that she's more than capable of defending herself but, she guess, nothing can really prepare a person from the real deal as alarm coursed through her entirety. Her heart was stuck in her mouth as she caught sight of the intruder, her color turned to hot pink as she stared at Kim Hyun Joong.
He was standing by the bathroom door, blatantly perusing her naked body, "Hye Jung-ah!"
"What are you doing here, get out!" she hissed, as she hastily pulled her hair forward to cover her breast and did a semi-fetal pose.
He disappeared for a moment and she started breathing again, she decided to cut her personal time to face her uninvited guest. She stepped out of the bathtub, meaning to put on her robe, when he suddenly reappeared, a towel in hand.
"What the -" she yelped.
"Quiet Hye Jung," he commanded as he wrapped the towel around her.
The thought that she was standing in her birth suit, with just a towel covering her body, in front of one of the most beautiful man in the country made her blushed furiously. She stood there, arms pinned to her sides by the small fabric, stunned; while he was sentient, ready to advance.
He took advantage of her confinement and pressed his lips onto hers, in a kiss that tells of years of yearning.
He nibbled at her lower lip, laving it with his tongue before using her gasp to gain entrance to her mouth. He groaned when he tasted her and she shook in his arms as he held her tightly against him.
He slid his thigh between hers and pulled her forward until she straddled it. With his mouth pillaging hers, he worked her against his thigh until a spiraling heat emanated from deep in her belly. Her cry was swallowed by his lips and she shook at the non-existent steam coming off her flesh.
It went on and on as he rocked her against him, until she whimpered and slumped in his arms.
"What was that?" Her voice was husky and weak even to her.
"Have you never had a climax before?"
She blushed scarlet, "I don't mean that!"
He held her chin and tilted her head up, forcing her to look him in the eye, he grinned and kissed her full in the mouth, "I know."
His hands were rubbing up and down her spine, warming her with friction and giving her a secure feeling when her life had just spun out of control.
Sighing, she rubbed up against him, the prod of his erection through his clothing finally did what nothing else had managed to... it snapped her out of her sensual haze and sent her stumbling backward. "I am sorry. I didn't mean to..."
"Mean to what? Drive me insane? I have wanted you since forever, I think, I can handle a few more excruciating minutes of pent up emotions."
He carried and sit her on the edge of the bed, took the towel off and proceeded on wiping her dry. She just let him be, still weak and at a loss.
He then kneel in front of her, "Have you read my last message?"
"Huh," she asked, in a daze.
"Soulmate..."
"Oh... yeah!"
"Hye Jung-ah listen to me," he wanted to explain what he meant, he wanted her to fully understand, but every breath she took was a distraction, every sigh she heaved was seduction, every rise and fall of her bosom made him grew harder, every contraction in her abs arouse him to no end, he was a patient a man, he really is, or at least, he used to be.
He moved closer, still kneeling, but in perfect position between her thighs, he loosened his hold on her waist and began to glide his hands up until he reached the tips that were begging for his attention, he saw her close her eyes and heard her sharp intake of breath; he lightly circled both tips with his thumb and earned a moan from her, she lurched her head back and arched her chest forward giving him more freedom to do what he wanted; he gave one nipple a slight pinch, willing her to open her eyes and she did as she let out a gasp; he locked his eyes on hers, "You're mine, all mine," he whispered before he took one crown on his mouth, beginning their journey, sealing their fate... as soulmates.
Note: Some parts recycled :P
I'm finally done, happy birthday ulit manager-nim, till your next birthday :) Nga pala, can you share 1/3 of the fic to buyog, alam mo na kung anong part, hahaha.
I hope you enjoy the S-series peeps, till next time :)
"Yup, I'll call you in a while," she texted back.
"Soulmate is a person with whom one has a feeling of deep and natural affinity, similarity, love, intimacy, sexuality, spirituality and compatibility," his reply. She read, shrugged, stripped off to her skin and moved to take a bath.
She put a hand in the surface to test the water temperature, turned the faucet off when she was satisfied, climbed on the tub and submerged her body under water. She had a great night, but hours of dancing coupled with the series of action-packed filming she did over the week had definitely taken its toll on her body, she can almost hear her skin sigh as the water sluiced over her, she stretched her sore limbs and tired body as she basked in the clear liquid. The water was acting as a balm to her exhaustion, she was almost off to slumber when she heard a sudden intake of breath.
She swiftly opened her eyes, she live alone, has been for years, and she knew that she's more than capable of defending herself but, she guess, nothing can really prepare a person from the real deal as alarm coursed through her entirety. Her heart was stuck in her mouth as she caught sight of the intruder, her color turned to hot pink as she stared at Kim Hyun Joong.
He was standing by the bathroom door, blatantly perusing her naked body, "Hye Jung-ah!"
"What are you doing here, get out!" she hissed, as she hastily pulled her hair forward to cover her breast and did a semi-fetal pose.
He disappeared for a moment and she started breathing again, she decided to cut her personal time to face her uninvited guest. She stepped out of the bathtub, meaning to put on her robe, when he suddenly reappeared, a towel in hand.
"What the -" she yelped.
"Quiet Hye Jung," he commanded as he wrapped the towel around her.
The thought that she was standing in her birth suit, with just a towel covering her body, in front of one of the most beautiful man in the country made her blushed furiously. She stood there, arms pinned to her sides by the small fabric, stunned; while he was sentient, ready to advance.
He took advantage of her confinement and pressed his lips onto hers, in a kiss that tells of years of yearning.
He nibbled at her lower lip, laving it with his tongue before using her gasp to gain entrance to her mouth. He groaned when he tasted her and she shook in his arms as he held her tightly against him.
He slid his thigh between hers and pulled her forward until she straddled it. With his mouth pillaging hers, he worked her against his thigh until a spiraling heat emanated from deep in her belly. Her cry was swallowed by his lips and she shook at the non-existent steam coming off her flesh.
It went on and on as he rocked her against him, until she whimpered and slumped in his arms.
"What was that?" Her voice was husky and weak even to her.
"Have you never had a climax before?"
She blushed scarlet, "I don't mean that!"
He held her chin and tilted her head up, forcing her to look him in the eye, he grinned and kissed her full in the mouth, "I know."
His hands were rubbing up and down her spine, warming her with friction and giving her a secure feeling when her life had just spun out of control.
Sighing, she rubbed up against him, the prod of his erection through his clothing finally did what nothing else had managed to... it snapped her out of her sensual haze and sent her stumbling backward. "I am sorry. I didn't mean to..."
"Mean to what? Drive me insane? I have wanted you since forever, I think, I can handle a few more excruciating minutes of pent up emotions."
He carried and sit her on the edge of the bed, took the towel off and proceeded on wiping her dry. She just let him be, still weak and at a loss.
He then kneel in front of her, "Have you read my last message?"
"Huh," she asked, in a daze.
"Soulmate..."
"Oh... yeah!"
"Hye Jung-ah listen to me," he wanted to explain what he meant, he wanted her to fully understand, but every breath she took was a distraction, every sigh she heaved was seduction, every rise and fall of her bosom made him grew harder, every contraction in her abs arouse him to no end, he was a patient a man, he really is, or at least, he used to be.
He moved closer, still kneeling, but in perfect position between her thighs, he loosened his hold on her waist and began to glide his hands up until he reached the tips that were begging for his attention, he saw her close her eyes and heard her sharp intake of breath; he lightly circled both tips with his thumb and earned a moan from her, she lurched her head back and arched her chest forward giving him more freedom to do what he wanted; he gave one nipple a slight pinch, willing her to open her eyes and she did as she let out a gasp; he locked his eyes on hers, "You're mine, all mine," he whispered before he took one crown on his mouth, beginning their journey, sealing their fate... as soulmates.
The End
(Oh yeah, use your imagination, they didn't stop in the crown sucking, they went all the way, baby, hahaha).Note: Some parts recycled :P
I'm finally done, happy birthday ulit manager-nim, till your next birthday :) Nga pala, can you share 1/3 of the fic to buyog, alam mo na kung anong part, hahaha.
I hope you enjoy the S-series peeps, till next time :)
WHEW...grabe !!!!!! malamig d2 ngayon pero pinagpawisan ata ako
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tapos na ba S series ??? :-( pero THANK YOU VERY MUCH for writing us the S series i know how hard it must have been for you to write the stories while alam mo na yun....but still pinagbigyan mo kakulitan namin...uulit ulitin kong basahin ang S series super ganda kasi....LABS u Pink tsup ^_^
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*speechless*
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@ate sue - hahaha, talagang pinapag-practice mo pa ko ha, sa totoong buhay na lang ako magpa-practice, bwahahaha. parang ayaw mo pa mag-end ang s-series ah, ibang letter naman, ayaw na ng S, gasgas na daw sya :P
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Mejo naluha pa ko dito:
uesdays became his favorite time of the week, getting up and working at the break of dawn became a well-loved routine, playing a make-believe husband became a role he so wanted to be real, she became his addiction and being married to her, legitimately, became a life-long dream.
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