A/N: So I'd been thinking about writing a sequel chapter to this one-shot ever since I posted it, but I didn't know if I would actually do it. But then I was sitting at my laptop a few days ago, and this came out. There's not really a plot here, just a fluffy continuation of the original one-shot. Hope you enjoy :)

Edit: I've decided to expand it to three parts, so there will be an actual date coming your way soon.

When Ga Eul woke up, she was not in her bedroom. If the room she was currently in, with its rich cerulean draperies, double bay windows, and white marble flooring, could properly be called a bedroom.

Not in her bed, either, she realized, smoothing out the silky midnight blue comforter she had been cocooned in.

She still wore her pale pink knee-length party dress from the night before. Still wore her black tights, faux pearl earrings, and mascara. Some of the black makeup had flaked onto her pillow.

Well, not her pillow.

Though she was alone in the bed.

Looking around, she spotted a small grey couch in the corner of the room. Someone had curled themselves into a tight ball and slept soundly on top it, swathed in blankets.

"Yi Jeong Sunbae," she murmured.

Suddenly, the events of the night before came flashing back.

Her leaving the party in a huff.

Him following her out to the garden.

A confession. His.

Another confession. Hers.

A kiss. Then another kiss. And another.

At some point, she vaguely recollected, he'd showed her to his bedroom, leading her into the house through the staff's entrance and up a back staircase. Secluded from the remaining partiers downstairs, he'd poured them both glasses of chilled water, and they'd talked for a while. Kissed some more.

Then she must have fallen asleep, though she didn't remember doing so.

Her stomach rumbled.

Right. She'd eaten only cake for dinner.

Sitting up in the king-sized bed, she surveyed the room in the morning light filtering through a gap in the blue-curtained windows, taking in Yi Jeong's personal effects, his hidden life. Another side of him she didn't know.

To be honest, his room looked like an average guy's room, aside from its enormity and the fact that half of the décor was probably priceless. A large collection of video games here, a guitar there, posters of foreign rock bands...posters of anime shows...signed posters…

On one shelf sat a large collection of gundam figures and on another a row of books, some with foreign titles.

And, of course, there were pottery pieces scattered throughout the room. Whether they were his or another famous artist's, she had no idea.

At the far end of the room, there were two doors. One she knew was the bathroom, but the other...maybe a closet?

Glancing over at Yi Jeong's motionless figure, she wondered if he would wake up when she moved from the bed.

She slipped one leg, then the other, carefully out of the covers and over the side of the mattress. Landing on the cold marble, she padded barefoot over to the unknown door and tried the lock.

It was open.

She swung the door wide and flipped on the light beside the door frame.

A closet, indeed.

A closet that was the size of Ga Eul's own bedroom.

She'd never seen so many suits in one place, except in a department store.

And the number of shoes he had...well, she had no idea any guy had that many shoes.

Flipping the light back off, she cautiously closed the door. She didn't mean to be snooping, but she couldn't help but be curious. After all, he had invited her here.

Yi. Jeong. Sunbae. Had. Invited. Her. Here.

To his room.

A wave of giddiness swept over her.

She was in Yi Jeong's bedroom...had slept in Yi Jeong's bedroom... while the Woo Sung heir spent the night on a couch.

Her face fell.

A rather expensive-looking, comfortable-looking couch. But a couch nonetheless.

And he'd probably slept there because he didn't want her to think he was going to take advantage of her.

The act was so gentlemanly of him, it made her want to wake him up by kissing him.

Instead, she walked over to the couch on the other side of the bed and poked gently at the covered lump of his arm, whispering his name under her breath. Yi Jeong's messy black hair was splayed across the pillow, a gray quilted blanket pulled up on him to the tip of his nose. He seemed to be deeply asleep.

"Yi Jeong Sunbae?" she tried again, a bit louder. "Are you awake?"

Yi Jeong opened his eyes halfway and stared sleepily up at her.

"Ga Eul-yang." If he was surprised to see her there, he didn't show it. "Did you sleep okay?" he mumbled. His voice was deeper than normal, and it sent a chill through her.

"I think I should be asking you that. Weren't you uncomfortable sleeping like that? You could have slept on the bed too. There was more than enough room."

Yi Jeong shifted and rubbed at his eyes.

"I know." Stretching one arm over his head, he yawned through his next statement. "But I didn't want you to wake up and freak out and start hitting me."

"Why?" She gave him a mock-suspicious look. "Is there a reason for me to hit you?"

"Only what you make up in your own head." He tilted his chin up. His hair fell across his eyes.

How could someone look that cute when they'd just woken up?

"Then...I think you're okay," she answered, smiling. Smoothing her dress out under her, she sat down gingerly on the edge of the couch.

Yi Jeong picked up one of her hands from where it came to rest on her lap and measured it against his own. His long fingers stretched past hers. In fact, her fingertips only came up to a bit past his first knuckle.

"Your hands are small," he commented.

"Is that good or bad?"

He shrugged.

"I like them."

She smiled again.

It was a minute, inconsequential thing, but she liked that he liked her hands.

"So," he replied, lacing their fingers together.


"So, do you know where you would like to go?"


"On our date today. I'll let you pick."

"Oh...Well, I guess I'd have to think about it..." She trailed off, thumbing the edge of the blanket. Honestly, there were too many things she wanted to do with him. Too many things she'd dreamed about for so long. She wanted to do everything at once. It was impossible to choose.

Letting go of her hand, he opened up the blanket so she could see his fitted grey cotton t-shirt and burgundy pajama shorts.

"Want to cuddle with me while you decide then?" he asked.

She hesitated. That sounded nice, but, in truth, she'd never done anything that intimate with anyone before. A tiny part of her wasn't sure where he would go from there.

"Don't look at me like that. I let you sleep through the night, didn't I?" He grinned. "I won't do anything else, I promise."

"Um...okay." Laying down on the couch, she allowed him to adjust her until they were both comfortable.

"Unless you want me to," he added once she had settled with her back pressed into his chest. He kissed the top of her head. Patting the covers down around her, he tucked her into his warmth and wrapped his arm around her in a way that made her feel safe.

Then he was silent for a while, so silent that she thought he had drifted back off to sleep until suddenly he mumbled, "I've never brought anyone here before."

"What?" She turned her head slightly, wondering if she'd misheard him.

"Girls." He spoke a little louder. Cleared his throat. "To my room. I only invited them to my studio. You're the first person to sleep here."


There it was. The answer to the very question she'd been asking herself the night before. It seemed unreal that she was getting the answer this way. It seemed unreal that she was here at all, in his room, laying beside him with his arm around her. Part of her thought she must have taken her cab and left the party and was even now merely dreaming. She kept waiting to wake up. Waiting and dreading it.

But Yi Jeong's chin nuzzling her head brought her back to reality.

"Oh?" He chuckled. "That's all you have to say?"

"Well...What should I say to that? What type of person brags that they brought you someplace different than all their hundreds of other dates? Honestly." She wasn't really mad, just giving him a hard time. On some level, she knew he was trying to say something sweet, flattering even.

She had done what so many others had failed to do.

But at the same time, she didn't like thinking about all the other girls he had been with. Part of her still feared she would be held up against them and found lacking.

"Hundreds? Only hundreds?" He poked her shoulder playfully. "You're doing me a great injustice, saying things like that. Thousands is more like it. I am—I mean, I was—the great Korean Casanova, don't forget."

Ga Eul gave a light chuckle, covering her mouth with the blanket.

"It's true," he continued. "Girls used to line up on the street down there just to catch a glimpse of me."

Twisting in his embrace so she could stare up at him, Ga Eul arced her eyebrow.

His dark eyes met hers, teasing and full of fondness.

"You don't believe me. Typical Ga Eul-yang."

"Am I supposed to feel intimidated by all these invisible fangirls?"

At that, his gaze softened. He toyed with the hair at her temple.

"No. I doubt you could be intimidated by anyone." He twirled a strand of her hair around his finger. "I tried to put you in your place once. It didn't work out so well for me."

"That's not true."

"What isn't?"

"I always felt intimidated by you," she admitted, trying not to focus on how his face loomed over hers, taking over most of her field of vision. "But I pretended not to be. Because I liked you. I couldn't not approach you just because I was scared."

He nodded, seeming to consider that. His eyes skated over her face as though searching for something.

"Are you scared now?" he asked.

She didn't expect the question, though she supposed she should have.

Was she scared?

She was, to be honest, a little nervous. Nervous about what would happen once they left this room. Nervous about how their relationship would work, exactly.

But scared? Of him?

She shook her head.

No. After all they'd been through together, she trusted him.

"Good. You shouldn't be."

Getting up on his knees and forearms, he hovered over her. Not touching her but close enough that she could reach up and run her hands over his chest if she wanted to. Up under his shirt and around his back. She wondered what that would be like. Her hands stayed fast to her side, though, weighted down by her own inhibitions given the unfamiliarity of the situation.

He lowered his face to hers, eyes dropping down to her mouth, and their noses brushed.

She parted her lips.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked.

Could he kiss her? He could kiss her all day if he wanted to.

Ga Eul nodded, words escaping her.

He could kiss her all day. And the day after that and the day after that if he wanted to.

She'd done the right thing coming to his party after all.

It was a mistake, Yi Jeong realized immediately. Climbing on top of her like that, careful not to put any weight on her. He'd wanted her for so long. Too long. And now she looked too perfect lying underneath him with her hair fanned out on his pillow. Staring up at him with her mascara-smudged eyes and soft pink lips. Lips he'd already become addicted to kissing.

"Can I kiss you?" The words left him before he knew they were there.

She nodded, her throat bobbing as she swallowed.

He wanted to devour every inch of her. Right now. But he reminded himself to go slow.

There'd be plenty of time for all of that later.

He didn't intend to let her get away again.

Bending his face down to hers, he lightly touched his lips to hers. One. Two. Three times. Each kiss as gentle as the last. For once, he wasn't trying to achieve anything or get anywhere through this simple act. He genuinely just wanted to kiss her.

She stroked his hair, brushing it away from his face, and that made him kiss along her jaw and down the side of her neck. He breathed in the scent of her perfume, faded from the evening before, mixed with the natural scent of her hair and skin.

Letting out a quiet moan into her neck when her knee accidentally brushed against his member, he knew it was dangerous to keep kissing her like this. In his pajamas. In his room. With a throbbing hard-on that was getting worse by the second.


He kissed the delicate skin at the base of her throat. He couldn't go much further without going underneath her clothes. And something told him she wasn't quite ready for that.

Besides, he hadn't even taken her on a proper date yet. What might she think of him? That he was using her like he'd used all those 'thousand' other girls?

Her earlier remark, though teasing, had struck a nerve.

With some effort, he kissed her cheek one last time and got up.

Clearing his throat, he said, "I'll be right back. I'm just...going to use the bathroom."

"Oh. Okay." She gave him an innocent smile and moved over so he could get up easily, completely unaware of the effect she had on him, he was sure.

He crossed the room quickly.

Shutting the bathroom door behind him, Yi Jeong leaned against the bathroom counter and stared at his reflection. Willed his heart rate to go down. Willed the rest of his body to calm down.

Don't screw this up. Don't screw this up. Don't fucking screw this up.

The night before, he'd been running on instinct. Adrenaline. More than a little alcohol. But now, in the blinding light of day shining through those damn bay windows his mother had installed, panic seized him.

What the hell did he know about dating—actual dating?

What he hadn't told her was that she intimidated him. With her challenging opinions and unchecked emotions. With the way she could make him want her despite being the antithesis of everything he professed to believe or have interest in. With the way he'd come to crave her warmth. With how utterly terrified he was of hurting her.

This whole being-in-a-relationship thing scared the hell out of him too.

But losing her, losing her without even trying, scared him more.

And that was why, after a few minutes spent splashing water on his face and composing himself, he went back into his bedroom and asked what she wanted for breakfast.