AAE -- Wishes Of The Heart

Chapter 126

written by LoveCR2 -- 2005

edited by All-About-AAE -- 2018

 

"This better work out, or else... I gave up a guaranteed bundle to cross Director Kim and gamble a long shot on you." -- Bae In-Soo

 

 

MAPO-GU, SEOUL... LATER THAT NIGHT...

 

"What is this place?" Bae In-Soo asks as he looks over the oversized framed portrait photographs hanging in the stairwell.

 

"It's Kim Woo-Jin's photography studio," Young-Mi explains. "His mother is keeping it like some kind of shrine in his memory. No one comes here, so we won't be disturbed."

 

On the third floor landing, she extracts a secreted key from behind one of the photographs, unlocks the steel door, and they go inside. More photographs line the walls of the studio, many of them of Young-Mi.

 

"Hey, these are pretty nice shots," In-Soo remarks admiringly as he looks around the room. "Kim Tae-Hee's got nothing on you."

 

Ignoring his flattering compliments, Young-Mi goes directly to a rectangular table in the center of the room, where she puts her purse and a small shopping bag down, removes her long coat to drape over the back of a chair, and slips her sheer black-stockinged feet out of the low heeled pumps she'd worn from her home...

 

 

By the time In-Soo finishes his impromptu browsing tour of the photographs on display and joins her, Young-Mi has produced two shot glasses and a bottle of Andong Soju from the bag, changed into a pair of bright red stiletto platforms, and is tapping a cigarette from a half-empty pack.

 

Casting an admiring eye on her short, sleeveless red sheath, In-Soo sets down the envelope he is carrying on the table next to her purse and take out his lighter. He lights her cigarette first, then one for himself.

 

"I see you came prepared for my 'reward' as promised," he says lasciviously, dropping his gaze to her deeply scooped neckline.

 

She takes a deep draw and exhales a thin stream of smoke, then replies dryly, "Let's see the photos first."

 

He pulls out a stack of photographs from the envelope, handing them to her. The one visible on top of the stack shows Kin Eun-Ki and Kim Eun-Hee standing at a window of her home, engaged in an intimate embrace.

 

"They never suspected anyone could get in the garden undetected," he boasts, "so they left the blinds open the whole time. For an older broad, she still has something worth flaunting, I'd say, but I don't get what she sees in that old guy."

 

"Umm-hmm..." Young-Mi mutters absently, paging through the stack with a disdainful expression. "You're quite the voyeur, aren't you?"

 

"It's what you asked for... 'not a detail left out'..." he defends himself with a smirk. "How'd you know they were lovers, not just brother and sister?"

 

"I didn't, It was just a hunch," she answers smugly, "and now I'm suspicious if they're related at all, or it was always a scam."

 

"Women's intuition, eh?" he laughs. "Or does it just take one schemer to know another?"

 

 

Young-Mi places the stack down on the table, and asks, "Where are the negatives?"

 

He grins craftily, "In a safe place... a person can't be too careful, you know, in a business like this."

 

She smiles innocently. "I thought we trusted each other."

 

"Once burned, twice wary," he cites as justification, looking directly into her eyes as a challenge. "You need to earn it this time."

 

"I thought I already had earned it," she disputes his claim.

 

"Like how?"

 

"Who got you sprung early, and gave you a second chance to get more than you ever dreamed possible while running that two-bit operation," she argues her side.

 

"You know, sometimes I'd like to shut you up by wringing your pretty little neck," he scowls, knowing she is right.

 

"I love you, too..." she smirks at him, smacking her lips in a mocking air kiss.

 

His hands tense into fists as if he's about to follow through on his threat, then he relaxes with a shake of his head. "You almost had me going for a moment there," he chuckles and stubs his cigarette butt out on the table.

 

 

In-Soo fills the glasses with soju, and raises his to Young-Mi. She takes a final puff, touches her glass to his, and throws down the contents in one gulp.

 

"This is the good stuff, you drink is slowly," he chides her, taking just a sip from his.

 

"Yeah? ... You do it your way, and I'll do mine," she snaps, filling her glass and tossing the alcohol down again.

 

"Hey, take it easy, you want to get yourself sick?" he warns protectively, reaching to take the glass from her with one hand, while stroking her cheek with his other, leaning in closer to suggest, "So what's next, hmm?"

 

"Next?" She flutters her eyes beguilingly at him. "I need you to collect some DNA samples. Do you know how to do that?"

 

That wasn't what he expected from her... "For what?"

 

"To prove another hunch... about whose child Kim Eun-Hee's son really is," Young-Mi expounds the next step of her plot, as she reaches for the lapels of his jacket.

 

"Why care about that? These pictures already have to be worth a small fortune as blackmail."

 

"Because that knowledge might decide who ultimately controls MBS," she predicts, slipping his jacket off, "and if so, that could be worth a BIG fortune."

 

"Now you're talking," he grins, finding the sensitive spot on the side of her neck and massaging it just so... sending a series of involuntary shivers coursing down her spine that elicit a long, low moan from her throat in response.

 

Spurred by the commingled buzz of the sensations he's stimulating and the alcohol, Young-Mi opens the buttons of his shirt while elaborating on her plans, "In the meantime, the pictures are our insurance policy. I don't want Kim and his 'sister' interfering with my plans for Director Yoon."

 

In-Soo moves his fingers lightly across her bare shoulders, his touch igniting her desire. "Still think Director Yoon will buy into your fake pregnancy scam, and marry you just out of responsibility?" he expresses doubt at the possibility.

 

"Of course he will. His mum raised him to be a good Catholic boy, and he has a guilty conscience to assuage," she exudes confidence as her breathing deepens from the deep fires he's igniting.

 

"This better work out, or else," he states his expectations plainly as she passes her palms over his firm, muscular chest before undoing his belt buckle. "I gave up a guaranteed bundle to cross Director Kim and gamble a long shot on you."

 

"Don't worry, nothing can go wrong now," Young-Mi assures him, tensing as his touch leaves a trail of sparks along the sides of her supple torso and over her hips. Then his fingers find her rounded buns. Grasping and squeezing hard, he pulls her tightly against him.

 

"Aren't you glad I'm not a 'good Catholic boy' like him?" In-Soo whispers in a breathy voice as he nibbles her ear. "I'd only feel guilty if you left tonight without popping a cork... or two."

 

Young-Mi slides her arms around his neck, purring seductively, "When you put it like that... how about cashing in a few chips early on your bet?"

 

"Now you're really talking," he murmurs agreeably.

 

But instead of the kiss he expects, she pushes away...

 

"What is it now?" he grumbles, offended by the chilly response.

 

Young-Mi smiles back. "Just a minute..."

 

She walks slowly over to the window, swaying her hips alluringly, to close the blinds. "You never know who might be spying," she reminds him.

 

Slinking back to the table, she gives him ample opportunity to build anticipation as he gawks at her long sexy legs. With his full attention now riveted, Young-Mi pushes the dress's spaghetti straps off her shoulders and lets it drop...

 

"Think I have something worth flaunting, too?" she answers to the salacious gleam in his eyes.

 

Then Young-Mi wraps her arms around In-Soo's neck again, and aggressively devours his mouth with her kiss...