One Time Mistake (All I Wanted book 2) Sakusa K. X OC Fanfiction (ONGOING)

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YUA MISAKI

We almost kissed.

It's been almost two weeks, they've already won two more games since that happened and I still can't get that moment out of my mind. The way his familiar scent mixed of mint and fresh laundry reached my nostrils caused a wave of nostalgia to wash over me, bringing back memories. The way his calloused palm brought warmth to my pale cheek as he caressed it tenderly was calming enough. And the way Sakusa's usual death-gazing eyes were replaced with gentleness and a look of longing was as clear as day.

If it wasn't for the call, I wouldn't have controlled myself...does he even thought the same? I was so lost in the moment that I didn't realize I'd be kissing a man who's not even — anymore — mine. Fortunately, Tomoe called and saved both of our lives.

If we kissed, I wouldn't know how to handle it if ever he brings it up. I wouldn't be ready for commitment again. I can't give myself to a man when I still haven't found myself yet.

More so, I can't fall in love again.

Not now...and not to the man who once broke my heart.

He told me he doesn't love me anymore with such disinterest and coldness in his voice that until this day I could still hear him saying it. If so...then why is he doing all this things?

He said he loves me still? Is Sakusa hearing himself? Yeah, he's done countless ways to 'make it up' to me, even understood everything I've been through and has been there for me since then, but what if it's all just in the beginning? If he lost feelings once, he can lose them again.

But still, why is he doing this?

:Have you eaten dinner?

:Reminding you that you have therapy at 4:00 PM.

:How'd it go?

:Good morning.

The conversation goes on.

Though I just convince myself that his constant reminders were just normal for anyone to check up on a clinically depressed person and that he actually did not do it for personal reasons, I still can't deny about having a jittery feeling in my stomach when I thought of it.

Or maybe thinking of Sakusa in general.

Like how my eyebrows furrowed and my eyes stared at the designer magazine I held in my hand right now.

His lips were slightly parted sexily. His wavy hair was ruffled in all directions like waking up from a hot night sex. And his eyes — seductively cold, yet hot stared straight through the light-brown irises of the model who had her fingers twirled in his untied necktie. His hands were on her waist. Her hand was on his nape. Their faces were only inches apart. Their bodies were intimately pressed close.

A strange feeling bubbled inside me but I tried ignoring it as I continued scanning through the magazine.

VOGUE Japan

featuring MSBY BLACK JACKAL'S SAKUSA KIYOOMI

Him being on the cover of a magazine fits him so perfectly. And of course, a hot model like Daina beside him to complete everything.