Begin Again

Part 7 🔞

Hey babes :)

Due to new Wattpad restrictions I had to shorten/censor the smut since y/n is under 18 in the throwback. If you wanna read the whole 'smut' (it's very soft) you can find it on my insta im.kyuned 🖤

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Kyun has brought you to his house. For hours now you sit on the terrace on a bench side by side, talk, and laugh while the chill wind blows softly over the wildflower meadow next to you. He tells you that he works as a software engineer and you tell him about your job at a local newspaper. He's still single, just like you are.

And you're so torn. Something inside of you wished he had changed. That he turned into some kind of human being you don't like. But he's not. He's just as sweet and funny and adorable as he was when you met him. And that hurts you so much. It makes it so hard for you to hate him.

"Can I ... ask you something?", you ask after a while and he immediately nods.

"Sure!"

"It's about our past and...", you take a deep breath. You shouldn't do this. You should focus on here and now. "ah, you know what, never mind...", you say head shaking and stare at your bottle.

"No!", he says and narrows his brows. "Ask. I wanna know!"

Lip biting, you look at him. You know that you're about to risk another fight but... you need to know.

"This... between us...", you look at him a bit insecure. "It was real... right? I mean... the love we shared, it was real... wasn't it?"

For a long moment, Kyun stares into the emptiness until he nods barely noticeable and your eyes meet again.

"It was...", he says softly. "Probably the most real thing I've ever felt in my life..."

As usual, his words make you so weak. He always had a way of talking that sounds like poetry to you.

Without looking at him you sigh again. "So the pain was real too.."

"Yes...", he whispers and once again you feel tears running down your cheeks.

You were so happy and you both messed it up so hard. Why the hell were you so stupid?

"Hey!", he says and you feel his fingers underneath your chin, lifting your head.

"Stop with those tears, please!", he says softly. "You know what impact they have on me..."

Gently he lays his hands around your cheeks and dries them. His touches are still so electrifying, it almost numbs you.

For another moment you both remain silent. You take another sip and cuddle into the hoodie you're wearing.

"I see you still have a weakness for my hoodies, huh?", he laughs and you join him again and nod.

"Still love your scent...", you say and smell on its collar.

"Funny isn't it?", he says. "How a scent can bring back memories no matter how old they are..."

Surprised you tilt your head. Wasn't this the thought you had as he gave you his jacket?

"Yeah...", you breathe. "or music..."
He laughs. "Like ... the nine—"

"1989 album by Taylor Swift?", you end his sentence. "Yes!"

Again you both laugh.

"Still can't believe you forced me the entire summer to listen to this album!"

"Hey!", you say with your finger pointed at him. "You loved it! And we both know that!"

"Yeah...", he giggles. "You kinda turned me into a little Swiftie!"