warning : mild suggestive content.

Amber hair | Kang Mira

It looks like purple flowers have grown on branches.

I stare at the round droplets of water coated on my bare skin. The shower is on, my soaked hair sticks to my collarbones. Tremors run down, so does the warm water; down to my wavering eyelashes, my parted lips, my high nose, my neck, my chest.

Kiss, kiss, kiss.

I breathe heavily. A puff of hot steam engulfs the air.

No matter how many times I think about it, but last night still seems like a fragment of far fetched dream to me. The purple hues that decorate my body are fading away by the every splash of hot water, but the kisses that made those, do not.

My fingers knit through my wet hair, brushing away a strand from my gaze slowly. My legs inch close, my hands rest on my knees. Water slides past my curled toes and runs down the pipes, only the gargling sound can be filtered into my ears.

Kiss, kiss, kiss.

My heart drums against my chest in a rhythmic motion. Once, the beats soar so high that they can leave the galaxy behind, then they perish, and become so faint that I can't even fathom if my heart is beating at all. I push my wet hair upward, releasing a tangled sigh, memories brushing past my mind like gentle breezes of spring.

I look down at my fingers. The tips have crinkled up, rather because I have been staying in the shower for too long. But what's my fault, this feels nice...

Nonetheless, I free myself from my will. Grabbing the towel and drying myself with it, I wrap it around me tightly and push the door open. Yeonjun isn't here, he has left for work hours ago and I have the room to myself-

I step out and step back in immediately.

"What the-" a whisper- scream leaves my mouth. There he is, taking off his socks while bending over the bed. Yeonjun's hair is still wet, the amber strands fall right in front of his eyes. After taking off his socks, he straightens his back and turns around.

"Yeonjun!" I hollar through my wide eyes, as he stares at me with with a confused expression. "You are back this early?"

"Huh?" he looks down at his watch, then looks back at me again. "It's been three hours."

I sigh. Pointing at the dress I have left behind on the bed, I ask quietly.

"Can you pass me that?"

I thought I had the room by myself...

"Why not." he mumbles, standing up and grabbing the dress. I can't help but look at his slender fingers that are wrapped around the silky material of it. He holds the dress in such a gentle way, the creases that appear on it from his touch seem soothing to my eyes for an unknown reason.

My attention diverts back only when I hear a clicking sound near my ear.

"Are you there, Mira?" Yeonjun tilts his head to a side, a graceful grin lingers on his lips as he leans against the door. I blink rapidly.

"Y-yeah." I snatch the dress from him and shut it fast. Before that, Yeonjun doesn't stop from making another comment.

"Wow, you look ravishing, Mira-"

"Shut up." nose fuming red, I blurt out from the washroom. I hear him chuckle.

"Are you planning to spend the whole day in there?"

"No." my arms weave through the thin stripes of the white long top I always wear inside my dress. It falls right below my knees. 

"It seems like you do." he whispers, his voice slow and drawling. I put a hand on my chest, trying to calm my thumping heart.

He's doing that again. Stay calm, Mira, stay calm...

I turn around to grab my dress, then I freeze.

"Yeonjun!" this time I really shriek, pushing the door open and facing him frantically. "Where's my dress?"

"What are you talking about?" Yeonjun steps back, his eyes run up and down, his breath hitches inside his throat.

"My dress, Yeonjun!"

"So what are you wearing now?" he mutters slowly, his gaze getting fixed below me.

"This is the top which I wear under my dress, Yeonjun!"

"Oh." he doesn't move away his eyes from me. Finally noticing that something is wrong, I follow his gaze down and fume up immediately.

"Where are you looking at?"

"Your legs... I-" Yeonjun stares with an unmistakable glint covering his gaze, he lets his tongue run over his bottom lip, his fingers weave through his hair. "I didn't notice it last night for darkness, but... oh, my. You have legs like a model, Mira."

I shut my eyes, my face twisting in sheer embarrassment with my eyelashes wavering. I quickly head toward the bed, sit down and grab my dress to put it over myself.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Yeonjun hurries to my side and kneels in front of me, pulling the dress away from my hands. "Don't wear it yet, wait-"

"What are you doing?" who knows how much red my face has gotten since last night, as I watch him grabbing my thighs and holding them gently, his eyes trailing down to my knees, his swollen lips parting. "Yeonjun, stop-"

"It looks like purple flowers have grown on your skin, Mira."

Yeonjun captures his soft gaze with mine. He comes closer and rests his head on my lap. Warmth rushes down to my legs.

"You're so beautiful, Mira." I hear him mumble against my skin, his lips start to move, in a lazy, slow rhythm, and my heartbeats soar higher when he does that. "I can never get tired of saying it, you know?"

"Ye-yes." I stutter without even trying to hold back. Yeonjun laughs knowingly and turns away. The moment I'm about to sigh in relief, he settles his face on my thighs again and breathes deeply.

"Ye-Yeonjun." I clutch my dress and start with a terrible stutter. "How about I wear this first..."

"You are already wearing one." Yeonjun looks at me from the corners of his eyes, his fingers curling the flimsy material of my dress.

"It's not a dress."

"Still does the job right." he stops fiddling with it and instead starts drawing circles on my skin, almost in a habitual way. "Why do you always need to wear such long dresses, anyway."

"You know perfectly well why."

"But not in front of me." he places soft, feather light kiss on top of my both knees, while his gaze drinks me in. "Didn't I tell you that I love your scars?"

"Yes, you did, but-"

"No but." his lips graze the side of my knee, his eyes stuck on the purple flowers drawn there, and he mumbles. "Or, are you feeling cold?"

Cold? With him sitting between my legs? Definitely not.

"It's quite the opposite." I let out a breathless whisper. The gaze he's giving me from down there...

"Then stay like that." he muses and closes his eyes.

Only his warm breaths send tingles over my skin. I let out a sigh carefully, and let go of the dress in my hands. I start threading my fingers into his amber hair, patting his head as he starts breathing more quickly.

That's good, I smile in relief, maybe he's sleepy, so he's just going to rest-

"I'm not sleepy." Yeonjun drawls in a deep tone, he raises his head up and looks at my shocked face. "But you can keep doing that. It feels nice."

This cocky piece of-

"Don't squirm like this. Let me do something, yeah?" there he goes, speaking to me with the same glassy tone he used last night. My lips part, a tremor runs down. While his palms hold my legs gently, he puts his head down and sinks his teeth on top of my left thigh, his hair covers his eyes, and his warm breath hits my skin.

"That's-" that's not fair, not fair-

Yeonjun pulls back after a minute, and gazes down at the art he has created with a proud grin. "Wow, look, Mira! This purple shade is much better than the previous ones."

"Yeonjun, you-"

"Let me finish!" he pouts, and stares at me with puppy eyes. "How about we color some more?" he places my leg on his left shoulder, and smiles cutely. "Yeah?"

Who am I to say no. 

a / n :

me : heyyyyy.

brain : what. 

me : please, lend me some ideas about how to write awesome afterglow scenes. 

brain : ... ain't no way you are gonna write that. 

me : public demand. 

brain : NONE IS FUCKING DEMANDING YOU FOR AN AFTERGLOW SCENE,YOU DUMBASS. 

silent readers, please, end my pain TvT