The bikini she wore was far more revealing than she had anticipated. The black fabric hugged her skin perfectly, accentuating every curve. The top barely covered her, the bottoms of her breasts peeking out in a way that felt almost scandalous. The string-style bottom tied high on her hips, showcasing her toned legs and curvy waist. It was a G-string, leaving little to the imagination, and her hips, which were undeniably alluring, were on full display.
Her skin glowed under the soft sunlight pouring through the windows, and the sight of her was enough to leave Heeseung utterly speechless. His mouth parted slightly, but no words came out. All he could do was stare, his gaze roaming over her from head to toe, taking in every detail.
Yuna noticed his reaction and blushed even harder, her hands instinctively trying to cover herself. "I-It's a bit much, isn't it?" she stammered, looking anywhere but at him.
Heeseung finally managed to pull himself together, swallowing hard as he shook his head. "Do you want me to exchange it for something else?" he asked, his voice strained but calm.
Yuna hesitated, biting her lip as she glanced down at herself. "N-no," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's fine... I'll manage."
But the truth was, Heeseung was barely managing himself. His mind was racing, unholy thoughts clouding his judgment. What is she doing to me? he thought, running a hand through his hair as he struggled to maintain a semblance of composure.
Her shy demeanor, the way she blushed so easily, the way the fabric clung to her body—it was driving him crazy. She doesn't even realize how beautiful she is... how irresistible. His eyes drifted to her exposed curves again, lingering far longer than he should have. Her hips were a work of art, her long legs stretched endlessly, and that tiny strip of fabric teasingly leaving so much skin bare—it was like a test of his restraint.
God help me, he thought, his fists clenching at his sides. She's perfect. Too perfect. How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself when she looks like that?
His mind wandered further, darker thoughts creeping in. I want to touch her. No, I want to worship her. Every inch of her. I want to see her blush like that while she's underneath me... I want to hear her gasp my name when I—
He snapped himself out of it, shaking his head as if to physically rid himself of the thoughts. Stop. Focus. Don't scare her off.
Clearing his throat, Heeseung forced a smile, trying to act as though nothing was out of the ordinary. "You look... great," he said, his voice a little rougher than he intended.
Yuna glanced up at him, her eyes wide with surprise. "Really? You don't think it's too much?"
"Not at all," he said quickly, shoving his hands into his pockets to keep from doing something he might regret. "It suits you."
Her lips curved into a shy smile, and she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "Thanks," she murmured, her confidence slowly building.
Heeseung let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding and gestured toward the deck. "Come on," he said, his tone light and casual. "Let's enjoy the pool before the food gets here."
As Yuna walked past him, Heeseung couldn't help but steal one last glance at her. She's mine now, he thought, a possessive glint flickering in his eyes. And I'm not letting her go.
Heeseung emerged from the changing area, clad in black swim shorts that clung to his toned frame, the material emphasizing every dip and curve of his athletic build. His damp hair clung to his forehead in messy strands, a few droplets of water sliding down his chest and disappearing into the waistband of his shorts. He exuded effortless confidence, but inside, his mind was anything but calm.
His eyes flicked to Yuna, her figure outlined against the glistening pool water. She sat at the edge, her delicate legs kicking lazily, droplets of water sparkling on her smooth skin. The sight of her, so unaware of the effect she had on him, sent a rush of heat coursing through his veins.
God, help me. Heeseung's thoughts darkened as his gaze lingered, taking in the gentle curves of her body beneath her swimsuit. His imagination was quick to betray him, painting vivid pictures of scenarios he shouldn't entertain. He could already see himself pulling her close, his hands exploring the softness of her skin, her gasps filling the air as he claimed her lips with reckless abandon.
As he walked closer, he imagined how easy it would be to sweep her into the water, her body pressed flush against his. The thought of tilting her head back, exposing the delicate column of her neck, sent a shiver down his spine. He swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry.
His mind strayed further into forbidden territory. What if I just… pulled her to me? What if my hands slid down her waist, past the teasing line of her swimsuit? Heeseung clenched his fists at his sides, his jaw tightening as he fought to suppress the tantalizing images flooding his brain. The idea of moving her swimsuit aside—of claiming her right there in the pool, water cascading around them—was almost too much to resist.
"Shall we start the lessons?" he asked, his voice calm and measured, though it took every ounce of self-control to keep his tone even.
As Yuna looked up at him with an innocent smile, her eyes shining with trust, guilt tugged at the edges of his conscience. She trusts you, idiot. Don't ruin this. Yet, the devilish part of him whispered that he could make her feel things no swimming lesson ever could.
Heeseung positioned himself beside Yuna, his hands grazing her shoulders as he guided her into the water. The contact was innocent enough—at least, that's what he told himself—but the feel of her smooth skin beneath his fingertips sent a jolt through him that he struggled to ignore.
"Relax," he murmured, his voice calm, though his heart was anything but steady. "Let your body float naturally."
Yuna lay back in the water, her body weightless as he supported her with his hands under her back. His palms pressed lightly against her, but the closeness only made his mind wander further.
Her skin's so soft… The thought came unbidden, followed by others he couldn't stop. What would it feel like to trace my hands lower? To slide them along the curve of her hips?
As he adjusted her position, his hands lingered a second too long, brushing the sides of her waist. The excuse was plausible—he was merely ensuring she kept her balance—but the warmth of her skin against his sent his pulse racing.
"You're doing great," he said, his tone light, though his mind was anything but. He stepped back slightly to demonstrate an arm motion, giving himself a moment to collect his thoughts. But even with the distance, his gaze betrayed him, traveling along the length of her legs, imagining them wrapped around his waist.
When Yuna tried the motion herself, her form faltered, and she nearly lost her balance. Heeseung was quick to steady her, his hands finding her hips, gripping just firmly enough to keep her upright.
"Here, let me help," he offered, his voice huskier than he intended. His thumbs brushed over the fabric of her swimsuit as he adjusted her stance, and his mind spiraled deeper into dangerous territory. It'd be so easy to slip my hands lower, to explore what's hidden just beneath…
He guided her arms next, his fingers tracing her forearms as he corrected her movement. Each touch felt like an indulgence, a chance to memorize the feel of her body under his hands. What if I pulled her closer right now? What if I tilted her chin up and kissed her until she couldn't think straight?
"Now try kicking," he instructed, moving to hold her legs gently. His hands slid along her calves, his thumbs brushing her skin with deliberate slowness. He forced a neutral expression, even as his mind imagined gripping her thighs, parting them, and—
Stop it. Heeseung shook his head internally, berating himself. But as Yuna laughed softly at her own awkwardness, her voice like music to his ears, the temptation to cross the line only grew stronger.
"Am I doing it right?" she asked, turning to him with wide, trusting eyes.
He swallowed hard, his gaze locked on hers. You're perfect, his thoughts whispered, though he couldn't bring himself to say the words out loud. Instead, he forced a grin, his hands lingering a second longer than necessary before letting go.
"You're a fast learner," he said, stepping back once more. But the distance didn't help; the memory of her touch lingered on his skin, fueling his increasingly vivid fantasies.
If I lose control, even for a second… The thought both terrified and thrilled him.
Heeseung climbed out of the pool with an effortless grace, water cascading down his toned frame as the sunlight caught on the droplets clinging to his skin. His broad shoulders glistened, his defined muscles flexing subtly with each movement as he reached for a towel draped over a nearby chair. The fabric soaked up the moisture as he ran it over his arms and torso, the casual act carrying a confidence that seemed innate to him.
He glanced over at the staff waiting a short distance away, holding a tray laden with snacks and refreshments. Striding over to them, his wet swim shorts clinging slightly to his legs, he offered a polite yet charming smile. "Thank you," he said, his voice smooth and steady as he took the tray from them.
As he turned back toward the pool, his gaze instinctively sought out Yuna, who was still in the water. Her delicate form was a stark contrast to the rippling blues of the pool, her arms drifting lazily along the surface as her head rested on the edge. Her face was serene, but the subtle furrow of her brows suggested her mind was far from calm.
Yuna, unaware of Heeseung's watchful eyes, was lost in her thoughts. The weight of her recent betrayal sat heavy in her chest, each memory of Jaewon and Sohee stoking the embers of her anger. Her mind played out scenarios of her triumphant return to Seoul, where she would make them regret every lie, every deception.
Jaewon, with his smug arrogance, thinking he could discard me so easily... she thought, her teeth gritting at the memory. And Sohee, playing the victim while stabbing me in the back. They'll see. They'll both see.
Her fingers trailed through the water, but her grip tightened as her imagination spiraled. She envisioned herself walking into a room filled with their peers, her head held high, her confidence unshaken. Sohee's fake tears would falter, and Jaewon's cocky grin would fade into shock as he realized the woman he thought he'd crushed had risen stronger than ever.
Her lips curled into a faint, almost bitter smile as the fantasy continued. They thought they'd won, but they haven't seen the last of me.
A splash of water nearby jolted her from her thoughts, and she blinked to see Heeseung standing at the edge of the pool, the tray of food and drinks now set on a small side table. His sharp eyes, warm yet piercing, locked onto hers.
"You looked pretty lost in thought there," he said, lowering himself to sit on the edge of the pool. His legs dipped into the water, sending ripples that reached her.
"I guess I was," Yuna replied, her voice softer now, though her mind still buzzed with remnants of her inner storm.
Heeseung tilted his head slightly, a playful smirk curving his lips. "Plotting something, perhaps? You had that scheming look on your face."
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