"Yah! Why do you keep getting this wrong!?" She yelled at me and I rolled my eyes. We've been trying this piece for three hours and I can't get it right.

"It's hard!" I slammed my hands against the keyboard and she facepalmed. "I don't want to do this piece for the competition."

I've been invited to a competition. I'm lucky to have my mother for a few things. Such as this. They invited me because I was her daughter. It's all good though.

"But this is a piece that'll get you to win." It's true. This piece is very sophisticated and hard. "Try again?"

We never spent time with each other after our date. Since I was invited, it's been work, work and work. She's my girlfriend but still acts like a stranger. She hasn't even kissed me.

"Baby. I don't want to. Let's do a different one, please." I pouted, hoping it would be cute enough for her. She shook her head and started making annotations on the paper. "Please? Come on. It's difficult!"

"If you want to win, do this piece. Trust me." She was focused on the pages. I want attention and I want it bad. "Now. Go again."

'My girlfriend for no fucking reason,' I mumbled. She raised an eyebrow at me. "What was that, darling?"

"Nothing." I turned back and sighed. 'Fucking hell. I want to be cuddled and kissed not forced to do this.' This time she heard me properly.

"If you're going to curse me, say it louder."

"Aish!" I slammed the keyboard again. "For fucks sake! Kiss me, hug me, fuck me! Just give me attention!" She smirked. I knew it, she just wanted me to say it.

"Fucking you sounds like a good plan, no?" I realised I put that option in there and I blushed. "I'll see later, love."

I groaned. "Come on! Let's just cuddle!"

"Your competition is in a week or so. We don't have time."

"Make time." I crossed my arms and she finally put down the papers and focused on me. She looked sexy when she's angry. Gosh. Hormones. "U-Uhm." She started to move closer to me. She was inches away when she pinned me against the piano. She grabbed my hand and pinned it against the hood of the piano.

She smirked and came closer, kissing me. My free hand was stuck underneath her arm. She gripped it tight as she slowly and messily kissed me. She pulled out and started kissing my neck. "C-Chae..."

She hummed against it, gripping my arm tighter when I wanted to move it and touch her. "I'm giving you what you wanted so you'll shut up and learn." I didn't care if I only get attention for five minutes, I needed this. She started sucking on my neck. "You wanted this. Sit still."

I finally broke free from her arm and my hand made its way to her head. I tugged on her hair as she made marks on me. "S-stop. My eomma will see." She finally pulled away, satisfied with the art.

"All good now? No baby tantrums?" I nodded and she went back to her seat, acting all innocent like she didn't just tongue fuck my neck. "Now. Go again."

I smiled. At least I got a kiss. I went back to playing. This time, I got it spot on. She clapped and told me to go again, so I did.

We carried on like this for the rest of the day. I was planning on staying the night because it's our first night together and staying at my house isn't an option. It was around midnight when she finally let me finish.

I had gotten the piece perfect and she rewarded me with chicken. I love her mother's cooking, it's amazing. We ate and chilled on the sofa. She was on her phone and I was watching a movie.

I'm still quite sad she won't give me attention. "Babbyyyyyy?" She looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "What happened to you fucking me?"

She quickly covered my mouth with her palm. Her mother stared at me with a shocked expression as she was only sitting on the other sofa. "Isn't it too early for that?" She asked.

"Jisoo is just teasing. Right?"

"No. I want you to fuck me. Like the other night." Her mother's jaw fell and so did Chaeyoung's.

"Baby. Do you have no shame?" She shoved chicken in my mouth and rolled her eyes. "Eomma. She's being a ditz."

Her mother just nodded. "I won't disturb you. Don't be so loud." I smirked and Chaeyoung yelled at her as she left to her room.

She glared at me. "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm horny." I shrugged. "Let's fuck."

"No. We will not." She rubbed her temple in annoyance. "I know I haven't been showing you attention so I'm sorry. Just don't say those things in front of my Eomma, okay?" I nodded. "What do you want to do?"

"F-"

"-Beside fucking?"

"Make out?" I suggested.

"Are you that horny?"

"I'm hoping it turns into a sex scene in the bathroom. So let's go make-out." She rolled her eyes but still came and sat on my lap. I smiled against her lips before properly kissing her.

Her hands rested on my shoulders and mine rested on her face. Her lips are soft and smooth and plump. They're perfect.

Like her.

She moaned slightly when my tongue entered her mouth. She's a bottom but can be a top when she wants to.

Like now. She gripped my neck and pulled out. "Beautiful." She mumbled before attacking my lips again. They'll be swollen like something else by the end of this. She's good with her tongue and lips.

She's good with it.

Her hands travelled up my shirt whilst mine grabbed her hair. She pulled out and whispered in my ear. "Your wish for ravenous bathroom on sex is my command." She nibbled my ear and got off, making her way into the bathroom.

I got up, excitedly following her, knowing I'm going to get railed in front of the mirror as she will pull my head up and make me watch myself get destroyed with her fingers.

A bit too much?

Okay.

I followed her inside the bathroom and she locked the door, relocking our heated kiss as she sat me against the sink.

That night was one of the most memorable times with us together.

Piano is great.