School 2013: Nam Soon & Heung Soo – The Reason is...you by VampArisa

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2015 HeungSoo

My hand hit something warm and soft. I open my eyes and it's the girl from last night's party. Ahhh!!! I lift my head and fall back into the bed. I turn my head gingerly and take another look at the body in my bed. What's her name again? I think it starts with a 'J'. Think HeungSoo. Not knowing the name of the woman in your bed will be detrimental to any man's health. Think, think, think! Is it Jane? Julie? Jennifer? Nope, those names don't sound right.

I slowly get off the bed, so I don't disturb the woman and grab my shorts and hastily put them on. She's sleeping face down on the right side of my bed. Her curly brunette hair covers the upper part of her face. The lower part shows a half of full pair of lips that are swollen from a night of acrobatic lovemaking. The bedsheet covers her lower half revealing her right-side breast. I remember burying my face in her enormous double D boobs. Making love to a cheerleader, at least this one, is an exercise, believe me. I am a professional soccer player and my body aches from all the daring positions she put me through. God, what is her name?

I make it to my bathroom, peed, and brushed my teeth. If there is one thing, I insisted on in my condo is this state-of-the-art bathroom. In addition to a tub in the corner that fits at least six people, the shower has a dual rainfall shower system, body sprays with a hand shower on both sides of the stall. The tiles on the bathroom floor are heat controlled and perfect for Colorado's cold days and nights. I turn on both showerheads and body sprays. I stand under one and relish the water hitting my body from all angles.

"Ahhh!!!" A few minutes of watery bliss later, I lathered up and rinse off. The bathroom door jerks open and in walks my nameless lover.

"You didn't wake me up. I would've loved to shower with you," she says, as she pushes her long curly hair off her face.

"I'm sorry you were sleeping so deeply and beautifully I didn't want to wake you," I tell her.

She moves towards me and hugs me, molding that five feet eight inches, slim and toned body against mine. I like tall women. It hurts the neck after a while to constantly bend to kiss or make out with short women. So, height is one thing that attracts me to women and well-toned legs are another.

'J' is a beautiful woman. Her caramel skin glows as the water cascades down her body. I follow the trail of water to her butt and pull her closer, massaging her soft round butt. I turn her head and kiss her. I move to the wall and start to work my mouth down her body. Round five and six coming up!

A persistent ring douses our next round of sex.

"What's that," 'J' asks.

"My intercom. Wait a minute." I step out of the shower and press the intercom. "Who's it?"

"Trent, sir. I'm here to pick you up for practice."

Shit. I forgot about the practice. I live in Longmont Colorado. A quiet historical beautiful city in Colorado. Longmont is only about an hour's drive to Commerce City, where the team stadium is located. And I cannot afford to be late for practice.

"Be right down. Listen, em, em, uh I have to go. I have practice."

She looks at me sternly, "you don't remember my name, do you?"

"Of course, I do," I reply as I walk out the bathroom, into my walk-in closet.

"It's Jessie, right?"

"No asshole, it's Jodi, J-O-D-I. Men, you all are dumbasses. At least remember the name of the person you spent the night with, idiot."

She marches back to my bedroom and I hear rustling and a few minutes later the door slams.

Oh well, another one bites the dust. I must do a better job of remembering names especially the ones that have rolled around in my bed. I finish getting ready, grab my bag and head out the door.

The team driver is waiting patiently for me in the lobby. I live in a heavily secured luxurious high-rise condo, in the penthouse. When I arrived in Colorado two years ago, I decided on a condo instead of a house. This area was just being built and I got in on the ground floor and bought this penthouse at a ridiculously low price which has now quadrupled in value. I love it. It is close enough to practice and games but still far enough to have my space from all the hoopla.

I settle into the limo and checked my phone. Crap, I missed Noona's calls. I've got to remember to call her back after practice.

I jumped out of the car when we arrived at the stadium and raced to the locker room.

"Hey HeungSoo, running, late, are we?" Coach Jackson rimmed me as I ran to my locker to change.

"I'm sorry Coach."

"First warning, next one you will be fined, got it? Good, now get your ass on the field."

"Sure thing, Coach."

I changed, raced to the field and immediately moved in line for our warmup exercises. I heard snickers from some of my teammates. The ones that know that I left the party with Jodi, yes that's her name. I almost forgot her name again.

The practice was excruciating. Warm down exercise to include a chilling sit down in a tub of ice is a necessity but no favorite of mine. I finish and grab my phone to call Noona back and saw that I missed another call from her.

"Noona?"

"HeungSoo? Are you okay? You didn't pick up my calls."

"I'm fine. The team had a celebratory party last night and I guess I drank a little too much."

"Why are you drinking when you have practice today?"

That's my Noona for you. She knows all my practice and game dates and times. She knows my schedule better than my manager. She has visited me a few times since I moved here and can only take America in small doses. I, on the other hand, have not returned to Seoul since I left Korea two years ago. I can't, not yet.

"We just finished. So why the two back to back calls? Everything okay?"

"It's your brother in law, he was just let go from his company. They say that he's not physically able to do his job any longer."

"I told you to let me help him start a business when he got in that accident, but you refused. I knew something like this will happen."

"Your brother in law is too proud. He thinks of your idea as a handout."

"It is an investment. How about I call and talk to Hyung myself? I have another investment he might be interested in. How's my favorite niece?"

"SoHyun is growing like a weed and getting sassier. I don't know where she gets that attitude from."

"I wonder," I reply smiling. "Are you guys still coming for the summer?"

"Yes. I can't wait to watch you in person again. So, I don't know if to tell you this or not, but your niece and I ran into Namsoon a few weeks ago."

I was quiet for a few seconds wondering if I want to know or not. The first year here was painful for me. I wake up at night remembering our kiss, his lips on mine, and tongue in my mouth. His body against mine and the intoxicating essence. I remember the need for more and I wake up drenched in my sweat. The dreams have lessened, and I don't want to revisit that part of my life. I haven't been attracted to another man, Namsoon was the only man I have ever been attracted to.

My silence must mean acceptance to Noona because she continued talking and as much as I didn't want to hear about Namsoon, I couldn't stop her gossip.

"He looks good and was having lunch with that loud classmate of yours. A girl. I don't remember her name. He looked okay. He works part-time in some store and hoping for a full-time position. He still lives in the same house and oh, his father is back permanently so that's good, right?"

I nod even though Noona cannot see me. Namsoon's dad is his only living relative and he left Korea when Namsoon was thirteen to go work offshore. He sent Namsoon money for rent and such, but I know Namsoon would rather his father was around. So, this development must make him happy.

"He and his friend followed us to the playground and while he was playing with So Hyun, I learned that he is working on his manga and hoping to have it published. Did you know he draws? I didn't know that. She said she's trying to convince him to move to Japan with her. Maybe that will be good for him who knows, right? I invited him to visit us anytime, but he hasn't."

Namsoon move to Japan? I know Namsoon loves to draw and always wanted to write a manga. I had always encouraged him to perfect his drawing. It's the one thing other than ramen that he loves. Maybe the move will help his dream.

"I'll tell your brother in law to expect your call..."

"No don't. Let this be my idea, not yours. I'm glad you're all okay and I'll call soon. Bye. Saranghaeyo."

We hang up. I don't expect her to say she loves me; I know she does. Since I've been in America, telling the people I love how I feel has been easier and not as uncommon as it is in Korea.

I make it out of the stadium and Colt was waiting for me. He is my closest friend on the team and the goalkeeper. He lives in Boulder. We both have the same team driver since we are close in proximity.

"So how was it?" He asks as soon as we get in the limo.

"How was what?" I feign ignorance.

"Your night with the delectable cheerleader who was all over you yesterday. The way she clung to you all night, I know something happened. So, fess up!"

"We went to my place, drank and danced some more, and..."

"What, what, what?" Colt tugged my arm.

"...fell asleep."

"Come on, that's it?" He looked in my eyes." You're not going to tell me, are you? Why do I even bother? All these women love the 'exotic' look of yours and fawn all over you. I've lost count of how many you've taken home with you since you arrived. Even my sister is a die-hard fan of yours."

"She is," I tease him.

"Yes, she is. And keep your hands off her. I've warned you guys; my sister is off-limits."

I smile. He should tell his sister to keep her mittens off me. But I'm not crazy enough to tell him that.

"I, on the other hand, had a night of debauchery as I've ever known with the blonde I went home with. You saw her, she was stacked from head to toe and man, she knows how to please a man. We barely made it to my house with our clothes on. As soon as I close the door, she pulled out my..."

I tuned him out. I am not one of those guys who tell or share sex stories. Colt likes to talk about his 'sexcapades' and I've learned to just let him talk. One thing my mother always told me is that the empty vessel makes the most noise.

"We're here, Mr. Milner." Trent stops Colt's stories.

"Thanks, Trent." He gets out of the limo, bends down and says, "I'll see you on Tuesday. California here we come. God! All the beach bunnies, we'll have fun."

"We're going there to win our game, you know."

"I know that. All work and no play make HeungSoo a sad, sad soccer player."

"Whatever. Good night."

I lean back and thank God for blessed silence. In silence, I recount Noona's call.

Go Namsoon is going to Japan? With KangJoo nevertheless. We seem to keep on drifting further and further apart.