Page 78 of GR8VITY

"Will you come back and play the first song for me again?" he requests.

I get the feeling that he's trying to replace the sad memories with more happy ones. Not to forget the old ones, but so that I won't feel so bad when it happens again. I agree and let him lead me back into the living room. He doesn't let go of my hand until we go to sit back down. Only, he scoots closer than before until we're touching thighs. I don't miss a look passing between Yeon and Kyung before I start to play again. This time, though, the man next to me sings with me, and I swear that I fall even more in love than I already have.

Hours later, I hold true to my promise, following Seong Su to his room. He puts his guitar back on its stand, flinging the pick on his desk before closing the short distance between us. The only warning I get is the devious expression on his face before he locks my face between his hands and smashes his mouth against mine. He wants complete and total control, and I let him have it. Then when I feel like I can't take it anymore, my hands start wandering until we turn into a frenzy of kisses and clothes dropping to the floor.

Somehow on our way to the bed, we get turned around and he reaches it first. I push him slightly, forcing him to lie back. Only, he doesn't let me have that small amount of power. He sits up as I straddle him and flips us so that I'm underneath him instead. My competitiveness wants to push back to see who would actually win, because Seong Su surprisingly has a sleeper build with some good-sized muscles. But I'm not going to this time.

I grin up at him, arching off the bed to claim his mouth again while wrapping my legs around his waist. He groans before breaking away to reach down under the bed. I press my lips against every spare inch of skin I can reach while he's distracted. Coming back up flustered and victorious, he slips a condom on. Lining himself up, he grabs both my wrists and smashes them against the bed above my head as he slides into me. There's no teasing or playing. Exactly what I'd expect from a man who needs control and always makes the best use of his time. He sets a pace that has my back arching off the bed as I chase what he's trying to give me. My hips arch against his, making every stroke that much more intense. He locks our fingers together above my head as his bed starts hitting the wall. Any other time, and I'd find a way to make it quieter since there are seven other men in this house who can probably hear it right now. But, I can't. I can't find it in me to care, because I'm so close to the edge Seong Su is taking me over that when it finally does hit, he slams his mouth down on mine to swallow my loud cry. A few seconds later, he follows me right over that edge.

Letting our fingers slip apart as he pulls out, he rests his head on my chest. We lie like that for a while, trying to catch our breath as my fingers find his hair to run through it. Eventually, we get comfortable side by side, him hugging me tight against him as we fall asleep together.

What feels like only a few hours later, the soft sound of music wakes me up to find myself alone in bed. I turn over to see Seong Su sitting at his keyboard in nothing but his boxer briefs, playing the keys. I listen to him play for a few minutes, enjoying the sound and the view.

Sitting up, I pull the flat sheet off his bed and wrap it around me before getting up and walking over to him. I kiss the side of his neck, letting my hair drag across his skin. He shivers but doesn't stop playing. When the song finally ends, he turns on the chair to face me.

"Couldn't sleep?" I ask as he takes my hands and kisses both palms.

"Just woke up with a melody in my head," he admits. "Wanted to record it before I forgot."

"Mmm," I say, rubbing a hand down his cheek before stepping back and dropping the sheet. "Want to come back to bed now?"

He rubs a thumb across his lips as he slowly takes me in from head to toe before slowly getting up to follow.

Instead of waking up alone the next morning, it's to Seong Su watching me through half-closed lids as he rubs my back softly. We get up and shower together before heading toward the kitchen for breakfast. It doesn't dawn on me to be self-conscious at all until one of them teases Seong Su quietly, making me pretend to be looking for the juice a little longer than necessary.

Kyung doesn't act any differently as he walks in, dropping a kiss against the side of my head. "Good morning, sunshine."

"Morning," I tell him.

I'm the last one to get my breakfast of peanut butter, bananas, blueberries, and toast together. Just as I walk to the side of the counter to stand while we're eating, Jae-un grabs my phone off the charger where it always sits against the wall and pushes it toward me.

"You might want to check that," he says. "It's been going off all morning."

I take a bite of my toast, expecting emails of some sort like what always spams my phone. The first notification makes me gasp, choking on my bite of bread. Seong Su is closest at the end of the counter. He jumps off his chair and races over to pat my back. I take a couple drinks of my juice to get the rest of the toast down.

"Thank you," I tell him hoarsely.

He nods, going to sit back down. Kyung and Yeon both take their seats again, too. I open my texts right before my phone starts ringing with a video call.

"I have to take this," I tell them, getting ready to walk out of the room.

"You can do it here, if you want," Seong Su offers.

I cringe. "It might get kind of loud."

He smiles and nods.

Okay, then. Can't say I didn't warn him. I answer at the last possible second and a familiar face pops up on the screen.

"Oh my god, Lizabeth!" One of my favorite people in the world calls out with a grin. "I have been waiting for forever for you to read my messages. I forgot that your time zone over there is an exact opposite of mine."

I laugh, still trying to catch my breath before replying in English. "I just saw your messages and choked on my toast."

"Serves you right," she teases, bringing up her hand with a quick flash of the rock on it.

"Oh my god, Hannah," I all but squeal in excitement. Her text about her engagement caught me off guard, but seeing the ring on her finger is so surreal. "Congratulations!"

She does actually let out a squeal. "I know, I know, right? It still doesn't feel real."