Okinawa Lessons | Liskook

XVII | A Roland For An Oliver

A/N: KINDLY READ BEFORE YOU PROCEED!

Thank you for supporting OL up to this point ♡

This fiction is rated M not only because of the smut and strong language, but also because some concepts or themes may be too obscure and overwhelming for young readers who have yet to be exposed to real world dating and relationships. This is a light-hearted story, but certainly not a fairytale!

Dating, in the context of this story, entails no commitment. Some y'all had gotten the wrong idea, understandably, because in some cultures 'dating' equates to being in a relationship. To clarify, Lisa and Tae at this point are still in the stage of getting to know each other to see if it works out romantically, which may or may not include intercourse.

That said, I know I have LK purist readers who don’t wanna read through 'unpleasant' parts, so I'll go ahead and drop this TW: There will be displays of affection and some smut for Taelice in this chapter. Jungkook’s scene is a safe space, though, and is a worthy read. Y'all can go ahead and skip parts you don't like!

Feel free to drop this story anytime if you don't like how things play out. Thank you for giving this story a chance. It's always a business doing pleasure with you ♡

The plot of this story is pretty much set since day one and I am not planning to change it. Just have a little faith y'all, this is still a Liskook fic, and like Lisa, I am a firm believer of happy endings. 

8.5k words 🤧 I need to take it easy, these chapters are getting longer and longer.

This chapter is dedicated to user casuallyshipping and the rest of y'all whose comments make me blush 💓

Happy 5th anniversary, Blackpink!

Italic: thoughts, emphasis, foreign words
Bold: digital message

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Lisa reeled in disbelief at Taehyung's offer to take over her lessons. She felt herself detaching from reality--like she was floating on air and watching herself in some smutty fanfiction concocted from some shipper’s most satyric delusions.

"C'mere."

Taehyung took Lisa’s hand and pulled her gently to him, making her get off from her seat to stand in between his legs as he remained seated on the kitchen stool. 

“T-Tae?”

Lisa watched, as the man whom she once saw as her brother pressed the palm of her hand against his cheek, his heavy eyelids shutting as he savored the feel of her skin against his. Taehyung could feel her fingertips tremble against his cheekbones as he turned his head to kiss the inside of her hand, before flipping it over and landing a peck on her knuckles.

“You didn’t call me oppa or sunbaenim just now,” the man said, opening his eyes to look up at her face as he grinned against the back of her hand, “I call it progress.”

Oh Buddha…! Lisa could only hide her flustered face with her other hand as Taehyung closed his eyes once more and kissed her up her forearm, his lips brushing her pulse point at the inside of her elbows before he tugged her arm gently to place it around his shoulders. 

Pulling the silver-haired woman to him by her tiny waist so that her body was mere inches from his, Taehyung’s riveting kisses became wetter as his mouth traveled up her body, going over her delicate shoulders and the curve of her neck. He made it a point to conquer where Jungkook’s mouth had been, salving every mark that he left on her skin with his lips and tongue. Noticing the rosiness that began to stain the fair skin of her nape, he paused to look up at her once again.