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born: 1997.08.08
❝𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞❞
#02: KIM YOUNGHOON senior ; smoking buddy
TO ALL THE BOYS I WANNA KISS:
dear kim younghoon,
we met in the rain, that day we both coincidentally decided to skip classes at the same time. i stood outside of the college building, exposed to the rain i let soak through my clothes, as i threw my head back and looked up at the grey clouds.
i was at peace and didn't care, arms stretched out, as the only thing on my mind was to not attend that damn physics class. you, however, had something else in mind.
i heard the heavy doors of the entrance fall shut and shortly after, i felt you yank my arm. "come with me," you said, not even leaving me a chance to decide, as you dragged me away towards the parking lot.
we headed towards your elegant black car, my mind not even processing what was going on, until you unlocked the car, opened the door to the passenger seat and shoved me inside, closing it behind me, once i was seated inside.
i apologized profusely for wetting your car with my clothes, but you said it was okay. the car still smelled brand new, adding on to my guilt. you shut me up by pulling out two cigarettes and stuffing one of them into my mouth, taking the other one between your two fingers and lighting it up. i copied your actions after you were done, grabbing the lighter out of your hands.
so we sat there in silence while filling your entire car with smoke, as we observed the rain getting heavier by the second through the front windowscreen, where it fell. i wondered how come your car didn't reek of cigarettes. i never smoked before, but with your presence next to mine, it felt like i did it for the nth time.
you were quicker than me, already on to your next one, while i was halfway about to finish my first. that's when you finally started talking. "what's your name?" i replied with, "choi chanhee, a junior." you nodded.
"kim younghoon, senior," you said in return, but i only told you that i know, whereas you confessed to knowing me as well. we locked eyes, but your facial expression stayed neutral throughout all of this.
your jetblack strands of hair occasionally fell into your face, but you never bothered fixing it. so i leaned forward and pushed your hair out of the way, for you to see better. obviously, i purposefully pressed my body against the parts of yours, which were able to ignite a riskier situation, if not careful.
after slowly pulling away, you basically forced our eyes to lock a second time. i took the cigarette out of my mouth, putting it out on the ashtray sloppily placed next to the gear shift, you did the same.
if i hadn't been sure about wanting you to touch me since i observed you between my classes, in my spare time or since i asked around and found out about the rumors surrounding you, then i would've been sure this exact moment.
so, i eyed you up and down, aware of your burning gaze on my fragile body and bit my lip. after that, our situation escalated a bit, you forced us to move over to the backseat and when we finally did, we both realized that the other was irresistible.
i sat in your lap. you and i both shared the smell and taste of cigarettes, as our lips danced together. i smiled into our kisses, because with your hands groping my body, i felt secure. we took it even further, you pushed me down the backseat and placed yourself on top of me.
i undid the buttons of your shirt and you took it off. your eyebrows were furrowed, while i messed up your hair as well. you enjoyed the sight of me gasping after you left a hickey on my warm skin.
i pulled you further down by your neck, but you resisted and slightly lifted me up to remove my clothing too. what would my mom think if she found out what her son and another student, a complete stranger to him, were up to during classes in the backseat of a car in the parking lot?
we made it quick, there wasn't much time left until the class ended and students would be streaming out of the building and regardless of our careless nature, both of us were at least a bit afraid of the consequences of getting caught.
as you made my body tremble with each thrust, i pulled your hair, letting out screams muffled by your fingers in my mouth. shortly after, we finished, cleaned up and got dressed quickly. after exchanging short "thank you"'s, i grabbed my belongings and opened the car door and left, heading back inside the building with a slower tempo, as the rain stopped and my legs were shaky still.
that day i found out you taste like cigarettes, but so did i. i didn't even take the nasty taste in much because of that. it left me wondering what you usually taste like.
before we left your car you told me, "let's meet again," and you won't believe how long i've been waiting for you to appear out of nowhere and give me a great time again, despite that incident only being a few months ago.
without all of your cigarettes, i am convinced you actually taste spicy in a way, where when our lips part, you'll leave a burning sensation lingering inside of my mouth. maybe like strong cinammon?
as much fun as i had smoking with you, i hope the next time we meet i can taste the real, pure you. up until then...
