That night, after dinner, the world narrowed gently back to them.
The resort room was quiet, wrapped in warm light and the distant hush of waves brushing the shore. Hauen disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of running water carrying away the dust of the day, the long walks, the laughter, the gentle weight of memories collected under Jeju's sky.
Suho, already showered, stood by the window. The glass reflected a man who looked calm on the surface, but whose brows were slightly drawn together as he scrolled through a document from the lawyer on his phone.
He read everything carefully. Once. Twice. Every line, clause, word that mattered. A habit he could never quite shake.
Finally, he exhaled, a quiet sigh slipping out of him. He began typing his reply, fingers steady but his mind already sure of decisions.
Then warmth.
Soft arms wrapped around his waist from behind. Bare skin pressed against his back. Familiar. Comforting. Dangerous.
His lips twitched before he could stop them. A knowing smile curved slowly. He locked the phone and let it fall to the side, reply unfinished, priorities rearranged without regret.
He turned in her embrace.
And forgot how to breathe.
Her face glowed, still warm from the shower. Hair slightly damp, eyes sparkling with something playful, something deliberate. And then his gaze dropped.
Damn, what is she wearing?
His heart skipped, then raced. Heat surged through him instantly, sharp and undeniable. His lips parted, breath hitching as his eyes traced her from head to toe, openly, helplessly. He did not even bother hiding it.
She noticed. Of course she did. A slow smirk curved her lips as she leaned closer, invading his space on purpose.
"Fuck…" he breathed, voice low, honest, and undone. "What are you planning, Jagi?"
She chuckled softly, sweet but dangerous, the sound brushing against his nerves. She leaned in just enough for her whisper to reach him, warm against his skin.
"Something… easy for you to deal with."
His brows lifted, amused, thoroughly captivated. Delight flickered in his eyes as he looked at her again, disbelief and desire tangled together.
"Mrs. Kim," he warned, voice already betraying him with laughter, "this is a dangerous crime. Absolutely sinful."
"You talk too much, Mr. Kim," she shot back, eyes glinting. "Just claim what you see."
She did not wait for permission.
She jumped into him, decisive, fearless, stealing the air right out of his lungs. He laughed, startled, instinct taking over as his hands caught her at the base, holding her securely. Too securely. His palms burned where they touched her, like heat had memory.
"Hm—" the sound slipped out of him the second her lips found his. Soft at first. Then hot.
His breath went uneven, steps faltering as her enthusiasm overwhelmed his balance. He tried to steady them both, but the universe had other plans. He stumbled back, the chair catching him hard, a dull bump as their heads knocked together, and her teeth caught his lip.
She groaned in protest, pulling back just enough to glare at him, both of them breathing like they had run a race.
He chuckled, apologetic, a little dazed. "I'm sorry, I just—"
She did not let him finish.
Her mouth claimed his again, silencing him mid-word. He laughed into the kiss, helpless, until she pinched his chest sharply.
"Yah—" he yelped, lips parting in reflex.
That was all the invitation she needed.
Her arms slid around his neck, pulling him closer, closer, until there was no space left to negotiate. She kissed him with intent this time, unhurried but consuming, as if she had all night and every right to him.
His hands moved on instinct, tracing her curves with a gentleness that contradicted how possessive the touch was. Careful. Familiar. Shameless in the way only love could be.
When she finally pulled back, breathless, her eyes were dark and bright all at once, like she had stolen something precious and dared him to complain.
She looked at him like that. And Suho forgot every rule he had ever made for himself.
"Take me to the bed, Mr. Kim," she murmured between uneven breaths.
He paused only for a second, still trying to steady his own. His gaze roamed over her without shame, dark and hungry, like restraint had already slipped through his fingers.
"You know what...," he muttered, voice low and rough. "You shouldn't wear things like this. It completely ruins my ability to think holy."
She smirked, clearly pleased, and fisted his shirt, pulling him closer until there was no space left to pretend.
"That's exactly the intention, Mr. Kim," she whispered against his lips. "So now stop thinking holy and act unholy. And… yeah.. this time I want to make a baby with you. So make sure you do your job properly."
He laughed softly, breath warm against her skin, hands sliding down to grip her firmly. Lifting her with ease, he started toward the bed.
"And if ever our future baby asks how he/she came into this world," he said, voice full of wicked amusement, "I'm really gonna tell them that one night their Omma seduced me in a dangerously sinful dress."
She chuckled, wrapping herself around him. "Deal."
He laid her down gently, hovering over her for a heartbeat before tugging his shirt off and tossing it aside. Her eyes traced every inch of him, slow and shameless, a teasing smile playing on her lips.
He leaned in, claiming her mouth again, the kiss wild and messy, stealing her breath completely. His hands wandered boldly, like they already knew every place they belonged. Slowly, his hands tugging at the thin strap of her panties, He pulled back, taking it off, never breaking eye contact with her.
She smirked once more and whispered, "Make sure you love me enough, Mr. Kim. Because if I really get pregnant this time… You'll not get to touch me for a very long time."
He smiled, leaning down once more, his voice rough and hushed as it brushed her ear."Don't worry, Jagi," he whispered. "When I take you to heaven tonight, make sure you pray all the angels there to bless you with enough strength to walk straight again tomorrow."
She chuckled softly, utterly captivated by this untamed version of him.
Soon, within moments, all barriers were taken off and left scattered on the floor. They claimed each other with passion and love, with reckless excitement and a heat that felt new yet deeply familiar. It was spicy, intense, and entirely their own, a language of love spoken only between them.
That night, once again, bore witness to another chapter of their story. The moon hid shyly behind the clouds. The stars twinkled like quiet spectators. And the breeze danced gently, carrying whispers of devotion through the dark.
Their love filled the silence, wild and tender all at once.