Kiss Cam with Noona
Kiss Time with the girl from two doors down was one of the baseball stadium traditions—like cheerleaders—that men were lately demanding be scrapped because it made them uncomfortable. At the same time, with women making up the bulk of the audience, it wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
The massive scoreboard lit up with Taeyang and Jieun's faces. Every eye in the stadium turned to it.
"Wha—what? Huh?!"
Thanks to the thick mat laid out under their seats, the height difference between Taeyang and Jieun didn't look so stark, making them seem like any ordinary couple. Plus, they were parked in the sparsely populated outfield seats, which had clearly caught the cameraman's eye.
Jieun flailed in panic, her gaze darting everywhere. Taeyang, by contrast, casually waved toward the camera like it was no big deal.
The crowd's roars erupted naturally, fanning Jieun's anxiety even higher. Deep down, though, a sneaky thrill bubbled up—the desire to show off her relationship with Taeyang.
But what if he hates the attention and says no... The mere thought made her dizzy with dread.
She leaned in hesitantly. "Wh-what do we do? It's Kiss Time!"
Unable to hide her excitement, she rubbed her hands together. It was hard to believe she'd just climaxed from having her clit pinched moments ago—this reaction was so innocently fresh.
Taeyang finally glanced her way and shrugged lightly. "What do you mean, what do we do?"
He grabbed her shoulders with both hands. The rare sight of a man taking charge drew cheers from the crowd, especially the women.
But Taeyang didn't go further. His eyes burned like he was about to kiss her any second, but he flicked a glance at the scoreboard and released her shoulders.
A sly smile tugged at his lips. "Want me to do it? Or should you, Noona?"
Jieun's body jolted with arousal at the question. Relief at not being rejected mixed with a boiling urge to flaunt him.
I get to show off our relationship to hundreds, thousands of people!
"Of course I'll do it!" she shouted.
"Alright then."
Taeyang closed his eyes gently, handing the reins fully to her.
The crowd was already boiling over, chanting "Kiss! Kiss!" nonstop.
"Ahh... ha, okay?"
Jieun let out a low moan, fidgeting with her hands in her hype. Taeyang stayed silent, eyes shut obediently.
Her trembling hands gripped his shoulders, slowly sliding up to lock his face in place. Even then, he kept his eyes closed, waiting for her move.
After a quick peek at the camera, Jieun pulled his face in and pressed her lips to his.
She wanted to grab his head, shove her tongue in, and devour him—but not with a stadium full of strangers watching. Still, even this was plenty stimulating for the audience.
Cheers exploded from all sides, boosting her confidence. She deepened the lip-lock.
That first soft touch stretched like an hour. After over ten seconds, their lips finally parted.
"Haa... haa..."
Jieun panted harder than ever, a profound mental satisfaction swelling in her chest—leagues beyond the physical high from her clit being tweaked.
The couple who just kissed, please head to the office after for your event prizes...
The announcer wrapped things up over the mic. Jieun—and every spectator—assumed Kiss Time was over.
Only Taeyang knew a mere peck wouldn't cut it.
With the camera still beaming them on the scoreboard, he suddenly clamped down hard on her shoulders.
"Eh? Huh? What?"
"Not enough?"
"Wha?"
No one—not even Jieun—saw it coming.
Taeyang yanked her in and claimed her lips. Like the last kiss was child's play, he forced her mouth open and plunged his tongue inside.
"Mmph! Mmmph! Nngh!"
His tongue invaded in a flash, dragging hers out. Jieun melted in brain-melting bliss, even as doubt flickered: Is it okay to show something this lewd in public?
The short, intense kiss ended. Or rather, it was over thirty seconds of deep, sloppy passion—but to Jieun, it flashed by in an instant.
"Puaah!"
Their tongues parted, a glistening strand of saliva stretching between their lips. Taeyang wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, turning to stare straight at the scoreboard while still gripping her shoulder.
He spoke slowly, just two words—but everyone watching the screen could read his lips clearly.
The stadium, dead silent until now, detonated in cheers dwarfing everything before.
Outside the stadium, Jieun grinned ear to ear nonstop.
The game had drained her dry, but the payoff was worth it.
"Heehee... hngh. Hn."
Arm-in-arm with Taeyang, she leaned into him harder than on the way in, practically hanging off him. Humming as she groped the rock-hard biceps and triceps filling her palm.
"That happy?"
She stopped humming, eyes widening at his question. "You seriously asking? I'm so happy I could die!"
Even from Taeyang, she hadn't expected such a fierce public kiss. Friends-with-benefits or not, they weren't officially dating.
But his actions today screamed more than that. Especially that final "Mine."
She thought she couldn't love him more—turns out she was wrong. Every passing day made her fall harder.
Grinning blissfully, she rubbed her cheek against his arm as they headed for dinner.
"Lee Jieun? That you, Jieun?"
A voice calling her name from behind halted them. The woman who'd just brushed past doubled back, approaching Taeyang and Jieun.
After eyeing Jieun up and down, she clapped. "Whoa! It is you!"
Her tone brimmed with fake cheer, but Jieun's face hardened the instant she recognized her.
Taeyang hung back, watching silently instead of butting in.
"It's been forever! Saw you at graduation, so like half a year?"
"Yeah. Sure..."
Jieun's curt, robotic reply didn't faze the woman, who kept smiling like nothing was wrong. She waved her hand dismissively, like swatting a fly.
"Come on, loosen up!"
Turning to Taeyang, she bowed lightly. "Hi! I'm Lee Yeji, Jieun's old classmate!"
"Ah, hello. Geum Taeyang. I know Noona Jieun."
"Ooh, cool!"
Yeji dropped the formalities on her own, scanning Taeyang head to toe. "Jieun's got good taste, huh? A bit short, though!"
Jieun's arm tensed hard in his. Sensing the vibe, Taeyang opened his mouth—but Yeji beat him to it.
"So, what's the deal with you two? Hooking up or something?"
Jieun bit her lip, shooting Taeyang a glance. The mood had been perfect moments ago, but could she claim they were dating?
"Wait, hold up! If he's her 'little bro acquaintance,' he's a minor, right? Damn, Lee Jieun~ Still got skills?"
"Not dating, no."
Taeyang's blunt answer darkened Jieun's face. Technically true, but it stung.
"Oh, figures."
Yeji's smirk flashed smug satisfaction. Jieun shrank back.
With Taeyang denying it, she couldn't exactly contradict him. Her mood plummeted—until Taeyang's arm wrapped her shoulders, pulling her into his chest.
"Way deeper than just dating."
"Huh?"
"What?"
Jieun and Yeji blurted in unison.
"Right, Noona?"
"Uh, y-yeah?"
Taeyang kneaded her shoulders, facing Yeji. "We're in the middle of a date anyway. Gotta run."
Jieun snapped to, jumping in. "Yeah, sorry. On a date."
She emphasized "date," smirking mockingly. Undeniable scorn.
"See ya~ Let's grab food sometime~"
Arm hooked back in Taeyang's, she waved breezily with a canned farewell.
Yeji, thoroughly played, could only gape at their retreating backs.
Leaving Yeji still rooted there, they quickened their pace.
Once far enough that she couldn't hear, Taeyang asked first. "Who the hell was that?"
"Nobody worth knowing. Just some psycho who used to bully me."
"Bitch."
"Yeah."
Jieun's face soured briefly, bad memories surfacing. But she shook it off, reverting to her light mood.
"Still, thanks to you, I got to rub it in her face. Feeling way better now!"
"That's not enough."
"Huh?"
Taeyang grinned at her confusion. "Not 'way' better—I'm not letting you go home till you're completely over it."
"Ahh, seriously. You and your smooth talk. You're gonna kill me, Noona's fave."
Instead of the restaurant, they pivoted straight into a nearby motel.