Chapter Excerpt : 

A smile graced his features, and your expression softened- “I don’t care if you did or didn’t but-” His soft-spoken voice drifted into your ears as he leaned in claiming your lips in a chaste kiss. Instinctively your hands took their rightful spot around his neck and relished in the moment. As his head slowly backed away, your eyes fluttered open, slightly light-headed and it was at that moment you realized how much you had actually missed his lips- his scent, his body, the way he tasted- everything that was Jung Taekwoon. 

Opening Excerpt : 

“Jung Taekwoon! Put on these pants right now!”

“No. I don’t want to.” He whined through the door.

Eyes rolled at the closed door you were forced to talk through. It was less than an hour before the boys were up to perform and your close stylist unnie had to call you over to help her handle Taekwoon.

She had been the VIXX’s stylist since their debut and he just loved to give her a hard time. When you had first began your stylist venture you were her assistant during VIXX’s debut. The group had grown to know you well, and still to this day, Taekwoon would only listen to you.

When desperate times called for desperate measures, unnie called you.

And once again, here you were.

*Sigh*