Ninety two

“You’re still not talking to me?”

She turned to give him a glare, one of her scariest yet. He knew she had that terrifying expression hidden in her, but he was never on the receiving end.

It was a peaceful morning of chipping birds, sunny skies, and a cheery breeze. It was all until his fiancée screamed for the world to hear her.

‘Are you that freaking impatient’ was the first thing he heard, followed by a ‘can’t you unhook it like a normal person does’ and ‘that is it! We’re not having , ever again!’

The last one guaranteed Seung gi’s well awake and startled.

She didn’t know if it was the tension from the busy beginning of the semester, or how they spent the past few weeks running from work to bakeries, tailors, flower shops and jewellery stores. It was probably a mixture.

They were both getting drained, and while she took it out on chocolate, he was taking it out on whatever she’s wearing. It didn’t matter if it’s a new chiffon top, her pants or poor bra.

Suzy was displaying a vast collection of profanities near her lingerie drawer. She was down to one last freaking bra. How was she supposed to spend her life with just one?

He spent the time tiredly staring at her. He slowly pushed the blankets and stood up. She stepped back when he got off the bed. He pulled on her arm to bring her to him as she squinted in protest but didn’t try to get away. He trailed a familiar trace of small, sleepy kisses to her forehead, descending to her cheeks and finally reaching for her lips.

She became completely hushed at that, giving in to his warm breath and skilful kisses. He gently caught her lips, applying just enough pressure for her to let out a surprised moan. It was what normally means he’s forgiven.

He pulled back with a grin, caressing her cheek. “You can always get a new one baby” he calmly spoke.

Her sullen look was immediately wiped off, replaced with a cunning smirk. Her eyes lit up, like a sudden thought crossed her mind.

He was going to get it.

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Her plan was brilliant. She asked him to her to the mall in the afternoon, threatening with a complete deprivation of . The second part of her plan was to drag him to the quirky, racy, huge lingerie store.

Such an offer would’ve been a blessing to some other men, but knowing him, he’d find it to be a true terror.

True to her expectations, he froze when she told him, grip on his latte tightening to the point that some of it spilled to his lap. Though starting to feel sorry for him, she ignored the obviously terrified expression.

By the time they reached the place, his feet were fixed to the floor. The petrifying pi