Hahm Yunhee is home. A place of safety. A place of comfort. And yet, a large segment of her heart is missing, left behind in an unreachable world.
Park Jimin is trapped in a parallel universe, fighting for survival while striving to find a way back...
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Canned laughter blared through the dwelling, a repeat episode of Friends playing on the TV as the sun sank below the sea and cooled the mildewed patio.
Yunhee was paying little attention, her head crammed with reruns of Jimin bursting into the beach house yesterday, remembering his sheer determination, the shock of seeing her contrasted with absolute relief.
There was also the dewy skin wrapped around his firm muscles, straining beneath the planks he'd been hauling. His breathing as laboured as the evening they'd made love.
'Ugh,' Yunhee groaned and launched a cushion across the room.
She'd never been the type to pine after a man, but what she wouldn't give now for Jimin to carry her to bed while peppering her with needy kisses.
She couldn't get their night of blistering sex out of her head. The way he'd linked their fingers as he'd slipped inside of her, the way his plump lips had drank from her folds and taken her to new heights
'Fuck,' Yunhee whispered.
She was horny.
Wriggling her arms and legs to shake off her sexual frustration (I mean, what else could she do? Jin was due any moment), Yunhee took it out on another cushion, hurling it at the shuttered window just as bright headlights veered onto the drive and lit up the living room.
Presuming it was the Mob Prince returning from the House of Cards, Yunhee sprang to her feet and hastily reassembled the scattered décor on the sofa while bracing herself for his entrance.
God, she hoped her cheeks weren't too flushed after imagining her and Jimin in the throes of passion.
Instead, Yunhee turned her mind to the household goodies Jin may have in tow after bringing her a brand-new television this afternoon, but when three soft knocks came at the door, her fingers tightened on the patterned upholstery and she gave pause.
Jin never knocked.
Turning off the telly, Yunhee tip-toed to the window, prudently shifting the netting aside to peek out.
The sand covered porch was shrouded in darkness, but the shadowy silhouette loitering by the door made her heart pump erratically. Her eyes instantly darted to the car, her thoughts doing cartwheels when she recognised it.
'Hobi...?'
Yunhee fisted the fabric, her skin prickling as she tried to figure out how he could possibly be here. Hobi hadn't contacted her since offering to join her, and she'd mentioned no address. She'd kept her location a secret.
Only Jin knew of her whereabouts. Unless...
A chilling shudder drenched her insides. It was like someone had walked over her grave.
Jung Hoseok.
As if sensing her presence, the suspicious caller slanted his head in her direction. Their eyes met through the pane, and Yunhee almost fell backwards in fright, but then his face lit up radiantly and he sent her an enthusiastic wave, rubbed his palms together to imply that he was cold, and pointed at the door.
