I was getting ready to pull my partially frozen hair out. Being dragged by the hand throughout the town by my fiancee was leaving me completely depleted in energy and sanity, but I kept it together for her sake.
She seemed to be going stir crazy. Our everyday seemed insufficient for her. Unfortunately, our cold little Korean home town wasn't the most exciting place. Pretty average, but not awful by my standards.
"Honey, we visit this part of town at least twice a month. Nothing has changed," I reminded her.
Her gorgeous French face developed a look of discouragement.
"I know, Jintae. You don't have to rub it in," she commented.
"Zara, don't take it so harshly. I just don't know what you are looking for here when you know what to expect."
Her demeanor changed and I could tell she was thoroughly irritated by what I'd said and had given up.
"Valentine's day and nothing to do. Where did all the fun go?" she grumbled under her breath.
I nudged her with my hand that held hers, and without letting go, I wrapped my arm around her and squeezed her through our thick jackets. Trying to ease the tension, I softly laughed in her ear and murmured, "Let's go home before that cute button nose gets any redder, Rudolph."
We walked back to our apartment, about a mile away. At the door, we removed our boots and heavy coats, shaking off the bit of snow we accumulated on the way. We moseyed into our room and Zara immediately plopped onto the bed and played with her phone.
"Zara, talk to me. You seem increasingly push and pull, lately. We had such fun together, but the past months have been so average. It feels like now that we are in our second year together, I'm trying to go upstream without a paddle."
"I'm an adventurous woman, Jintae. You're just going to have to deal with that," she snapped.
"Woah, you don't need to be so salty! Am I allowed to ask questions?" I said in shock.
After a long pause for thought, she spoke quietly.
"Jintae-ah, I'm sorry. I just thought you were picking on me," Zara confessed.
"Now, why the hell would I pick on my own fiancee?" I kindly questioned as I laid next to her. "You are fucking amazing, babe. You're a dancer, like me, you obviously love Korean food, despite being a foreigner, you're a sincere, hard working woman. Not to mention you're damn gorgeous. You have perfect golden brown hair, stunning indigo eyes, plump cheeks," I eased towards her, "I can't stop thinking about kissing your perfect rosy lips."
I tenderly pressed my lips against hers, the passion between us beginning to blossom. Zara's body language signaled her desire for more, so I let her pry apart my lips. We made out for just a few seconds. I tugged delicately on her lower lip with my teeth and sealed her mouth with another kiss before breaking away from her. She looked up at me with puppy dog eyes.
"A guy like me never would have had a chance with you if we were in your mother country! I'd be a total idiot to intentionally push you away!"
"What?" she asked in a drawn out, raised pitch. "You say that like you're not attractive, or something!"
I admit, I may be above average in the looks department, still, I'm no Taeyang. But I wasn't about to gloat to Zara.
"You never would have chosen my ugly ass over some French man!" I joked with a smile as I reclined onto my pillow with my arms folded under my head.
She was stunned that I had even said that! She sat up and leaned above me with such concern in her voice, saying, "Don't call yourself ugly! You're implying that I have bad taste!"
"No, you have good taste choosing Korean men, but the fish in this sea are substandard overall."
Zara sighed a loud, frustrated, "Ugh!" and smacked my chest. "Don't even start!" she added.
I couldn't help but laugh. She was so beyond sexy. Even when she would get mad.
"Maybe you think you're average because you lived with yourself your whole life," she scoffed. "I've lived here for seven years and had friends set me up with guy after guy, and none were close to you.
"You're the only guy that was athletic enough to keep up with me. I can have legitimate conversations with you, it's not just small talk.
"Plus, I think you look just like Kwon Young Don." She paused, "Or Deuk."
Reacting without thinking, I laughed at her.
"They're twins, Zara. That's why they're referred to as the Kwon twins," I teased. "If I look like one, I look like the other!"
"That's what I'm talking about, you ass!" she hissed and rolled her eyes. "What I'm saying is, you could be their triplet."
She lowered her voice and brushed her nose against mine. "Even so, I think your full lips are much more enticing than mine."
In a sarcastically offended tone, I questioned, "Are you trying to seduce me?"
"Hmm, maybe," she shrugged.
Zara swung one leg over me, sitting directly on my crotch. She rested her hands above my head, on either side of the pillow. I moved my hands to cradle the smallest part of her waist. We both exchanged tactful, longing looks and sweet smiles.
My Zara held her body against mine, compressing her full, firm breasts on my chest.
Blood began to rush to my crotch as we stared at each other. My growing erection touched her between her legs, she twitched, letting a small gasp slip past her mouth.
Her eyes became reluctantly serious.
"Jintae," she paused.
I rolled my eyes, I knew what she meant.
"Okay, I know, I know," and, lifting my hands like I had a gun pointed at me, I then stated, "We are waiting."
With my hands off her, Zara rolled onto her side of the bed.
"Don't get upset with me, it's not like I can control my attraction towards you," I mentioned, slightly defensive.
"I'm not mad," she cooed. She relaxed, resting her head on my shoulder. I watched her nibble on her fingertips.
A moment went by, I kissed the top of her head.
"So, you still haven't answered my question," I pried with a devilish grin.
Zara laughed at my expression and relaxed again.
"I don't know, Jintae. Don't take this wrong, I'm just bored. At the beginning, we had such exciting times, but being together for two years in this little town, I feel like we have exhausted all the fun here. I just want something new."
"You want something really different, don't you? Well, the day has just begun! I'll tell you what, I'll plan a date for us. We'll get the hell out of here," I proclaimed with pride.
"Oh, gosh, now I'm worried," Zara griped with a nervous grin.
"Quit tripping! I may not act like it, but I do know you pretty well."
I got up off the bed and stood, pulling Zara up off the bed. I reached around her lower back, caressing her dimples through her clothing as I pulled her into my embrace. Quite instinctually, I ended up pressing my pelvis into her when we touched. I looked down at her and flirtatiously demanded, "You go get in the shower and get ready while I make some arrangements."
With a surprised, yet intrigued look about her face, Zara smirked at me and elegantly sauntered into the bathroom. The way her ass swayed in her tight jeans almost made me forget what I was about to do. I shook myself and went on to handle business.
Once the plans were prepared, I decided to pick an outfit for her. I chose some cozy black leggings, a white, cowl neck sweater dress that I knew clung to her figure, her fanciest black boots, and a dense walking coat. I was really anticipating seeing her fully decked out.
Planning for the big surprise, I packed us some clothing and some essentials. Once our bag was filled, I snuck out to our Sonata and placed our belongings in the trunk.
Back in the apartment, I could hear Zara fiddling with some makeup brushes; I knew that meant she was almost ready. I slipped into the bathroom, headed for the shower to quickly refresh, somehow managing the impossible task of not taking a gander at the flawless woman in a bathrobe leaning over the sink, while simultaneously dropping off her clothes on the counter. All my years of dancing made me smooth as fuck.
I made sure my face was clean shaven and moisturized before scrambling past Zara into the bedroom. I parted my hair to the right and combed it out of my face. I chose some boot cut jeans I knew Zara admired on me, a warm, skin tight, white thermal, some kick-ass dark brown boots, and a coat similar to Zara's. It was customary for couples to be matching; I knew my fiancee would appreciate the whole of South Korea knowing we were a couple and how madly in love we were.
Finally, she emerged, carrying her coat on her forearm. Her hair's effortless, beachy waves reaching her collarbone, her white dress emphasizing her fit silhouette, the makeup she flawlessly applied making her baby blues look electric. Instantly, my jaw went limp. I was motionless on my feet, but my mind was racing.
Zara waved a hand, "Jintae-ah, you're drooling."
Having suddenly been made dumb and gullible, I swiftly wiped my chin.
"I am drooling," I said incredulously.
My fiancee just laughed at me and strutted my direction to give me a quick smooch.
"I'm legitimately speechless. I'm so fucking lucky."
The corners of her lips curled in a shy grin. Just like when we first started dating.
