Before you
Benson Boone

"Darling, if you don't mind
I'll take your hand tonight
We could just slow down time. Let me adore you. And from the moment I looked in those dark brown eyes
I can't remember life before."

A cold shiver glides down my spine. My feet are freezing, not because of the weather though. Sitting in front of my parents and my two older siblings is a rare picture. Jisoo, my little sister, is missing. She's in Japan for business. The topic I am going to point out will be the beginning of our future. I wish Crystal would be beside me. She's my haven of peace, always giving me confidence when I seem to lose it.

This is a moment I have to go alone through, for the sake of us. My parents' attention is on me as they're waiting for me to explain myself. It may sound odd to people who were raised in different cultures, but even to me, it's weird to have this talk. Aren't we allowed to love whoever we want to? No matter where they come from, in the end, we all have the same red color of blood running through our veins.

"What did you think of bringing her here? I think I made it clear that we won't approve of a fling. Find a good Korean woman like Jennie. Why don't you just give her another chance? You were perfect." Every spoken word my mother spits is like a blade cutting deeper into an open wound. Her attitude is arrogant and cold. She doesn't care how disrespectful her chosen words are against Crystal. "Have fun with her until you find the right woman for you!"

"Mom, she's not a fling. She's the woman I want to have beside me in the future, Crystal is very important to me. Please stop calling her names." It's hard to stay calm but she's my mother. Yelling at her will not help to convey my feelings.

"How long has this been going on between the two of you?" Father's calm yet stern voice surprises me. He's usually not someone to barge into a discussion. Nevertheless, he's always the one who has the final word. All eyes are on my dad before they look at me as they await an answer. My sister smiles encouragingly as I gulp the lump in my throat.

"A little more over six months_"

"Six months?" My mom blurts out in shock while she cuts my sentence off. "How do you know she's the one you want to live with?" I feel offended by her words, knowing how little time I spent with Crystal. This voice inside me tells me, she's my person. My mother would never understand. It's not important how long you've known a person. The feeling inside lets us know.

"Mother, you and Dad were arranged and never met before your engagement day, and see where you are!" Taeyeon says calmly. "Joon and I had the luck to choose our spouses, why not Tae?"

Our parents sigh heavily as they lean their bodies onto the big sofa. My mother is in charge again as she continues. " He will regret it later and that's why we need to prevent it!"

"Why would he do that?" Taeyeon spits confused back.

"Because she's not Korean. She has been raised differently, she's from another culture. That girl will never fit in our community. She will walk away as soon as it gets tough because she's not used to our standards. On top of all that, she can't speak our language! How am I supposed to talk to her? Imagine what their kids will look like. They will be mixed!" Never did my mother hurt me the way she does right now. Especially when I'm a father-to-be. I always thought she would be the one to understand me. Be on my side and defend me yet she's the one throwing stones at me.

"That is a very dumb statement, Mom, I'm sorry. You don't even give her a chance. Get to know her better and then decide, but you blindly put her in a box. Crystal is good for Tae, too good because I don't know what she sees in him but she gets the best out of him. You don't know how overworked your son was before he met Crystal. If he'd lived that way a little bit longer he would have been burned out. But you don't know that because you live here, thousands of miles away, so how can you decide what's good for Tae?" My sister is angry and she's quick to fire up.

"That's enough!" Father speaks up. His body is tense while he bites the inside of his cheeks. "How dare you talk to your mother with that tone. We don't accept their relationship or whatever they have. We know this is just for the time being and nothing serious so we will wait until Taehyung gets to his senses. End of this discussion!" As usual, Dad stands up and walks away, closing the door behind his back.

He does this all the time without listening to what I have to say. It's difficult to have a proper conversation with this man, hence why we don't have a good relationship. My mother stands up, ready to walk off as well but I grab her wrist to stop her. She stands still but doesn't look back at me. This is something I've never experienced, I feel left out, and something tells me I disappointed her. Her head is low so are her shoulders as if every strength has left her body.

"Mom, I love her!" I confess with a heavy heart.

The woman who gave me warmth and comfort when I was a child sighs, "Don't misinterpret physical affection for love. She doesn't belong here." Without another word, she frees herself from my grip and exits the room, leaving a silent place with its loud unspoken thoughts.

~•~

Devastated and exhausted from the conversation with my parents I enter the room I grew up in. The talk wasn't a proper dialog since everything that I wanted to say couldn't be spoken out due to my parents' conservative mindset. I knew it would be hard to convince them but I didn't think they would cut me off this easily. They are completely against my relationship.

The emptiness I felt inside brought me into this familiar room. Nothing changed from when I was here the last time. My mother likes to leave the room the way I left it. That gives her the feeling as if I would return anytime soon. Silent breathing fills up the dark space in my heart. I sit on the floor to rest my head on the edge of my old bed.

Her heavenly scent engulfs my senses while my hand searches her figure under the blankets. When I get to touch her tender and warm skin, I pull her gently closer by her waist. The need to have her beside me is overwhelming and the medicine to calm my restless soul. Crystal is my place to find my inner peace and no one can tell me otherwise. This woman is everything to me and I will never let go of her just because my parents don't approve of our relationship.

"What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to sleep in the guestroom?" Her soft voice surprises me. I didn't know she was awake. Or did I wake her up?

"I missed you." My girlfriend chuckles at my statement while her fingers comb through my hair. I love the way she's caressing me, it's so delicate yet every inch she touches feels like a tattoo needle drawing a map onto my skin. It's not painful, it's memorable as if she's marking me with her fingerprints. Moonlight shines through the windows of my room and I get a glimpse of her smiling face. "Let me sleep beside you. I need to feel you next to me."

Crystal shifts behind to let me join the warm mattress. Her welcoming gesture embraces me. I rest my head on her chest while my face hides between her swollen breasts. The sweet scent of vanilla hits me and I feel like I'm drowning in paradise. She hums a familiar melody yet I don't know the name of the song. Her soft lips kiss the top of my head as I hold her tight to me.

"The conversation wasn't to your liking, right?" The woman I love whispers while stroking my back up and down in a comforting manner. It's hard to hide anything from her. She's clever and senses whenever I feel down. Crystal is a silent observer who reads certain situations very well.

"It wasn't a conversation. It was a monologue." I answer while I kiss her breasts with an open mouth. She shivers at the contact of my lips when I place loving kisses on her tummy. Her breath is shaking when I reach the hem of her underwear. My mouth easily finds her sensitive spot, licking through the thin fabric of her white lace underwear.

"What are we going to do with this information? Are you okay?" Crystal grasps my wrist which is resting on her stomach when I throw her undergarment on the floor, stripping her lower part naked. I place a kiss on her mound before exploring her folders with my tongue. Her breathy moans are muffled by her hand over her mouth.

"Nothing will change, sugar. As I said earlier, with or without my parents, you're my future. All I need is you." My fingers replace my tongue on her clit before I taste her with my muscle. She's clenching so hard, almost ready to reach her climax. Crystal is highly sensitive and it is a huge turn-on the way she quivers to every pleasure I give her.

The wet sound increases when I fill her up with two fingers, thrusting her soft walls in a slow and steady rhythm. Her swollen clit gets tiny little kitten licks. When her back arches I start to suck her sensitive bundle of nerves. She's close, I feel her pussy pulsating, begging for release but I stop. Crystal checks on me, her confused eyes finding mine.
"Fuck, why did you stop?"

She's so cute with her red cheeks and the annoyance written on her face. I kiss her pouty lips as a chuckle leaves my lungs. "Don't worry I'll make you cum. You won't be able to handle me after I let you finish." Her mouth opens, ready to debate against my statement but before a word leaves her lips, I penetrate her slowly. Nothing but muffled moans are escaping her sweet mouth. "You're too sensitive and it feels so fucking great."

Tears of pleasure gather in the corner of her beautiful brown eyes. She's trying hard to stay silent while biting on her finger. Her hips match my slow movements. Every thrust is powerful and intense. Our eyes are locked in a trance where only the two of us exist. The whole world doesn't matter. Only the woman I'm making love to is important. My heart is filled with her love and knowing she's mine, my woman, my love, is more than I could ask for. "I love you," I confess wholeheartedly.

Her soft lips devour mine. Tears roll down her cheeks when she starts shivering under me. She grasps my hair. The sounds of our breathing along with skin-on-skin slapping quicken and are soon followed by us cuming together. We ride out the high of our pleasure while holding each other tightly in an embrace. Our heart beats in the same rhythm as we listen to the faint rain droplets knocking against the windows. "I love you!"

This moment is perfect.

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I'm sorry for the late update everyone. So we'll reach another peak with the next chapter. I don't know if I should tell you to brace yourself but I think I should tell you that it will be emotional. Maybe tissues are needed?!