Serendipity

Chapter 6: First time and forever

As they walked around the observation desk, searching for the best angle of the city, Dosan finally paused, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Dalmi stood next to him, absently rubbing her bare arms with her hands to warm herself from the cool night breeze.

Without even having to think, he had slipped his jacket off his shoulders and dressed it on her petite frame as she smiled up at him in appreciation before slipping her arms in the oversized jacket, relishing in the smell and warmth of him.

She stood in front of him, taking in the flutter of city lights before her, lighting the Seoul skyline.

Reaching behind her with intention, she felt his hands and pulled them to envelope her body by the waist, like a comfort blanket that was always meant to be there as she allowed herself to sink into his chest.

He didn't deny her actions as he watched from behind her, this beautiful creature seeking comfort and warmth in his arms that never seemed to be able to comfort himself.

This level of physical contact and intimacy was almost too much for him to handle but he didn't pull away. It scared him like shit. Dosan felt safe providing Dalmi with protection and he allowed himself to drop his head to her shoulder, burying his nose in her overly soft hair which sent a chill down his spine, from the feel, the smell, her.

He compelled himself to pull her as close as he could when her hands threaded with his on her stomach, rubbing absent circles across the back of his hand, relaxing him more than he knew.

"Why did you bring me here, Dosan-ssi?" she spoke quietly, thankful he hadn't rejected her touch and instead melted into their joined embrace.

"Sandbox is a great place to humble us individuals, but at the same time it humors us to think bigger as dreamers. It reminds me of how small we are in this universe, just tiny dots in the distance of irrelevance," he whispered into her ear.

She felt her breath hitch in her chest and the lump in her throat grow bigger.

"You're not small, you're anything but small. Even your hands are huge, joh-ahanda."

She felt him release a breath on her shoulder, sighing in some sort of relief, she was able to turn his arms, to his surprise.

When he was about to pull away quickly, she caught him, her palms pressed to his cheeks, cupping him to stay locked with her as his arms dropped to his sides.

Dosan tried to look away, blink away the build up but Dalmi was too quick and brought his gaze back to hers, trapped in a war as she looked him so deep in the eyes, he thought he might fall and she might see.. see him.

There was no talking, just Dalmi's hands threading with the hair at the back of his neck, running with intent across his jaw line.

"You scare me," he struggled to whisper, hoping for something, but he wasn't sure what.

She almost laughed, but the sincerity in his eyes made her heart beat faster.

"Well you don't scare me," she whispered back, her lips dangerously close to his as she breathed the confession to him.

The fluttering and panic in his stomach grew tenfold, making him swallow hard, making him want to run, but he couldn't. He was rooted to the spot, her hands and proximity keeping him there.

Her lips brushed softly against his without warning before her nose brushed to his, eventually pulling him closer until their lips were touching fully.

He had lost all sense of what he was doing and let her lead as she pulled her lips firmly onto his, her hands caressing his scalp and jaw as they kissed deeply, tenderly without pretence.