The Kpop Otaku's Dream 79 Surprise! Pg 13 Warning

After a warm meal, we make our collective way to the couch and watch Boys Over Flowers on TV.

The cla.s.sic Korean drama Boys Over Flowers that brought the world Guem Jan Di and the F4. Its nearing the end of its run on TV and is an international sensation, helping to accelerate the Hallyu Wave around the world. Some cast members, like Lee Min Ho, blew up from the drama, while others continued on to successful careers in film, TV or theatre.

The serious too had profound impact South Korean men to take their appearances more seriously to copy the metros.e.xual or "pretty boy" image (kkotminam, "men as beautiful as flowers") of the F4 characters in the drama. This led to an increase in South Korean males wearing cosmetics, preppy and cruise outfits, and clothing in traditionally more feminine looks like the color pink and floral prints.

Irene's head is on my shoulder, while she munches on the macaroons like a little squirrell. Taking small bit after small bite.

"Hey, who do you find more attractive, Me or Hyun-joong?" I can't stop myself from asking seeing how immersed she is watching the drama.

The idol, turned actor and solo artist Kim Hyun Joong is not only loved for his music and acting but also well loved for his gorgeous looks and that flawless skin you can't help but envy!

"Definitely Hyun-joong" She answers immediately which causes me to pout, "Can't even take a little teasing can you?"

"Honestly, I feel like there is no such thing as ''the most pretty/handsome''. Like we often hear, beauty really is in the eye of the beholder." She says, "But if I had to be objective, there are two extremes"

"Are you giving me a lesson now?" I interrupt

"Keep quiet and just listen"

"Yes, maam"

"Its commonly accepted that the two most handsome men in korea is Jang Dong-gun and Won Bin right?" She asks

"Right"

"Well Dong-gun sunbaenim was a well known flower boy when he was young, and as his gotten older his looks have aged as well making him really popular with ahjummas (aunties) and ahjussis (uncles) while Won Bin sunbaenim is known as the never changing beauty, he is just as handsome as he was 20 years ago when he debuted, older fans will begin to feel less and less like his 'normal' or approachable while he will still be hugely popular with the younger fans and female" She explains

"And? in which of the categories are Hyun-joon and I?"

"Hmmm Hyun-joong is like an off-brand Dong-gun while you are a improved version of Won Bin"

"So does that mean, I'm better looking?" I ask trying to force her to give me a straight answer

"Yes"

"Then why didn't you just say that?"

"Because I prefer Dong-gun oppa's type" She teases

"Hey! Too bad, you stuck with me" I say as I start laying a mountain of kisses on her cheeks and neck.

"Stop it, It's ticklish" She giggles like a school girl while begging for mercy.

Eventually I grab hold of her hands and pin her down on the couch, so that she can offer no resistance to my onslaught. As I lay above her, I get a full view of her disheveled appearance and can see her heavy breathing.

I recite the national anthem in my head to calm me down, Irene's appearance right now is really way too s.e.xy. My young impressionable mind just can't seem to get under control. Irene notices this and blushes feeling something begin to brush on her leg.

'This is unfair! How do you expect me to control myself when you are looking at me with those dewy eyes Baechu?!"

'SCREW IT!'

Question after question begins flas.h.i.+ng through my mind as I let go of one of her hands and play with her hair as my body inches slowly towards her. Chest to chest, just enough that I'm not laying on top of her and hurting her. I let go of her other hand so that both hands so that I could comb through both sides of her hair at the same time. As I lean forward, her head sinks back, I lean forward again and she can't pull back any further

Irene watches me, watch her. Those amazing eyes half-lidded, even now. Her small tongue darted out between her full lips to like them quickly, as if they were suddenly dry with - with what?

I lower my head slowly. as she tilts hers up. Our lips meeting in an unplanned manner, a kiss that was gentle beyond measure. A kiss that was testing and teasing at the same time, tentative yet trusting as our flesh met for the time.

When I start to reach for her tracksuit jacket zipper, her hands' come up to rest lightly on her my chest.

*RING RING*

The sudden telephone ringtone, causes Irene to reflexively push me from her. I fall onto the hardwood flooring and she quickly tidies herself before running to answer the call.

'Saved by the bell my little cat' I muse internally when I hear Irene scream

"Eomma!?(mom)"