Vulnerable: A Dinner Mate One Shot

Vulnerable

"You scared me," Do-hee said, upon getting caught that she, in fact, did not go home.

"Did you move here?" Hae-kyung knew he was being cheeky with calling his girlfriend's bluff. It took him a great deal of self-control not to laugh upon seeing that Do-hee might have forgotten he had a doorbell camera.

"I meant to say I was just about to leave now," came Do-hee's sheepish reply.

"So she's still pretending not to care... interesting," the psychiatrist in him, thought.

"That's what I meant. I'm leaving now."

In a flash, Do-hee found herself getting pulled back into Hae-kyung's apartment. And now, she's pinned between his masculine scent and the dark-colored wall of his apartment's entryway, his equally dark eyes boring steamy holes into her senses.

"What did you do?" Hae-kyung asked. "You didn't see No-eul leaving, did you?"

"I did. Although she didn't see me." Unable to meet his gaze, Do-hee could feel her cheeks turning several shades of red especially with his right hand on her left arm, and his left hand going up from her right arm to rest itself on the wall beside her head.

Do-hee knew she was trapped. But unlike the loathsome feeling of getting trapped in an unexpected situation, this one with Hae-kyung was different. It was different from when she saw her ex, Lee Young-dong, locked in an embrace with the flight attendant she met on her flight to Jeju, or when she found an out of sorts Jae-hyuk, her first love, in her apartment.

"Why didn't you leave? Because you don't trust me?" Hae-kyung wanted to test the waters with his girlfriend, have her see just how much he needed her. By asking her this question, he knew this would provoke the defensive in Do-hee and could potentially make her look at him straight in the eye.

"No! I was about to leave but then..."

Bingo.

In that split second of the both of them meeting eye-to-eye, Do-hee could have sworn his grew darker.

"Or is it because... you didn't want to go home?" The normally sensible, patient and gentlemanly Dr. Kim Hae-kyung knew it was now or never.

The "Do-hee Effect" in his brain was so intoxicating that all he could think about were taking advantage of her full lips and awakening the same physical desire he somehow knew she had for him, all sense of bereavement and propriety due to his mother's recent death be damned. He knew he wanted to give in to his need for Do-hee. It was what he thought as the only one that could keep him afloat. And more importantly, he wanted her to give in to him.

"Well, that's not it." It was all Do-hee could give in response, especially when Hae-kyung moved much closer into her space, his handsome face inches away from hers, and his right hand grasping her left arm a little tighter.

"Do you want to stay?"

Five words were all it took as she felt his lips crush onto hers, his need transferring onto her with such force that "drowning" was an understatement. And when he urged her lips to open and let him enter, she knew she was at the point of no return.

She needed him. As much as he needed her. He wanted her. As much as she wanted him.

If their whole relationship, up to right before this very point, had been based on her emotionally pushing him away and him using his mental smarts of pulling her towards him, this time, it was a different push-and-pull. Their tongues found themselves in a duel with no goals of giving up and at the same time, with all the intention in the world of giving in, if such paradox were at all possible.