(Warning, so far things have been tame, get ready for spice and don't read if you're underage please)

His eyes seemed to show his true feelings but he was an actor, a person who lied for a living. I could pretend that I didn't care, that I should enjoy our final day together but deep down, my heart was in pain. The doubt kept me strong, giving me enough control to hold back but why should I hold back?

My hand pushed him away with the slightest pressure, if he kissed me, it would be over. Why was he such a gentleman? He took my reaction as rejection, although I involuntarily snatched at his shirt as he moved back. I looked away and took some calming breaths, they almost helped but my fingers still gripped his shirt and he didn't pull back any further.

"You can't be telling the truth, I'm nothing special. Who would want a divorcee like me? An office worker in a nine to five rut, you are a star and I know my place. Are you trying to make me forget about the terrible things your agency put me through. Your manager said you just want to cover your guilt." A tear rolled down my cheek but I bit my lip to control myself, stopping a full breakdown.

His hand reached up and his thumb wiped the water droplet, rubbing my face lightly. Joon-Jae's hand continue to move along my skin until his finger tips dug into my hair and his palm cupped my face. He gently tilted my head so our eyes could meet, his sudden grin made my heart melt. I was lost, all I could do was wait for him to make the next move, his touch had broken the last barrier and I no longer had any control.

"You are special! You are the kindest, most genuine person I have met. You are strong and able to take anything in your stride. You make me feel happy, I can laugh in front of you, not just because of the funny things you do but because I feel at home around you. You are beautiful, inside and out, I mean it. Don't listen to my manager, he's just afraid of scandals and under a lot of stress. I genuinely like you and I have to tell you the truth, it's been hard to hold back. All this time I thought you were married, I felt like I was scum, a terrible person about to break apart a family but I couldn't hold back anymore. That was the only guilt I felt." His eyes captivated me, while  my hand was still twisted into his shirt, unwilling to let go.

"You thought I was married? If you knew I was single, could this confession have happened earlier? I'm pretty sure the lawyers in your agency knew and so did manager Do." I asked, confused by his words.

"Manager Do!" He grinned and shook his head. "That man is always looking out for me, whether I like it or not! I probably would have confessed that day you were crying or even when I brought Tan to meet you. So what about you, how do you feel?" His tone changed from light hearted to uncertain and distressed.

His sincerity hit me, how could I not believe this sweetheart, he made me want to hug him and more! I knew I shouldn't give in but I wanted to, I needed this. I had to be honest about my feelings, they were nothing to do with his manipulative agency and I couldn't stay angry at him.

"I have to be truthful, at first I felt star struck, I admit that I have been your fan for a very long time. Seeing you in person was a dream come true but it was a bit overwhelming, I couldn't process my true feelings for some time. It was the day I cried in your arms that I understood that you aren't just a crush or someone that exists in another plane of existence. You are real, a person with skin that I can touch but you still felt out of my reach, even when you held me. I like you a lot but I could never be with you, it would never work." I sobbed, my feelings were too raw and my heart ached with the pain.

Joon-Jae pulled me towards his chest, dragging my chair forward and let me cry, my tears messing up his tee shirt. His arms gathered me into his lap and I couldn't help reaching around his waist with mine, until my ear was pressed against his body and his racing heartbeat echoed through my body.

"I will make this work, I felt like a prince stuck in a tower and you are the princess who rescued me! My whole career is built on pretending to be in relationships, this time I want a real one, I want you. Even if you are on the other side of the world, I will do everything I can, to be with you. Please say yes!" His hands moved to my shoulders and I pulled back so I could look into his eyes.

But I still felt insecure, he was a star, this would ruin him. I started to shake my head, I couldn't meet his eyes but I still held my arms around his waist and sat in his lap like this was where I belonged. I became more aware of his scent and the warmth of his skin, easily felt through his shirt, I couldn't help moving my fingers to the edge of the material. Just one finger was enough to break my resolve as it touched his back.

Leaning forward I gave him a quick peck on the lips and looked away, my confidence used up. He gasped and twisted his body so his lips could find mine again. That was the end, my life could have stopped right there. I melted into a full kiss, containing the kind of fire that no-one could forget, strong enough to burn straight through my skin and brand my heart. There was no holding back now and my hands were no longer under my control.

I forgot that this could never work, it didn't matter that we were sitting in a small dressing room on a struggling plastic chair. His hands crept under my bra, deftly unclipping the catch and one hand slipped forward to stroke my breasts, the other slipped into the back of my trousers to pinch and rub my backside. I moaned into his kiss which became more frenzied and deep, I moved, rocking my body on his lap.

My hands roamed over his body, touching and scratching at his skin. Time stretched as my thighs rubbed against each other, my side saddle position became more uncomfortable with need. Our kiss was becoming something else, we had pent up emotions that couldn't be stopped and had been held back for too long.

I could feel the tightness of his trousers as his body reacted to our activity and moved my hips to rub against the bump. He grabbed my thighs and lifted me so I could straddle his waist and we began to flow against each other, still connected at the mouth. The only difference between full sex and this was the layer of clothes between us and maybe we would have shed those a few minutes later, if our perch hadn't decided to give up.

One chair leg slowly bent until it broke sharply, the loud cracking sound gave us little warning before we were unceremoniously dumped onto the rough carpet tiles. We were shocked into reality, realising where we were and how close we had been to causing a real scandal. I rolled away from Joon-Jae and sat up. He cleared his throat and awkwardly stood while holding a hand out to me. He laughed and pulled me up, making me crash against him.

It almost led to round two as my hands slid around his waist and he leant forward for another kiss. Before we became oblivious to our surroundings again, we heard the driver calling us, this was the best wake up call. What was I doing anyway, trying to ruin Joon-Jae's career so I could get some action? I straitened his clothes while he looked around for any other evidence but I had to see that this was not happening. Would we hide forever, our relationship could never be accepted by his many fans or his agency.

Sighing, I picked up my discarded strapless bra from under the destroyed plastic chair and looked at my disheveled appearance in the dressing table mirror. We had to clean up before the driver found us or our recent activity would be too obvious. The broken remains were easily hidden behind the door and we checked each other for evidence. After sorting out our hair and clothing, Joon-Jae found some foundation, which he rubbed lightly over our blushing faces.

I peeked through the door, checking if it was safe and beckoned Joon-Jae out. The driver had his back to us so we pretended that we had just been looking for him.

"(Hey Pil-Jo, we were by the entrance. How was your dinner?)" Joon-Jae said smoothly, touching the driver's shoulder.

He turned and gave us a quick look, raised an eyebrow and nodded. "(Pretty good thanks, there's an awesome stew place round the corner. Did you want to get something to eat?)" He answered, leading us down the corridor.

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