Rᴇ-ᴄᴀʟʟ °ᵛʰᵒᵖᵉ°└ᵉⁿᵈ┐

Lies

I don't know how many nights it's been since he came home with a different perfume smell.

I know this scent.

The same scent, which had always lingered on him in the last few days, smelled from that person;  people who accompanied him on other nights.

"Taeho is asleep?"

He looks at me questioningly, he looks normal, and I'll pretend I don't know what he's doing either.

"Hmmm," I answered simply.

I sniffed the air that suddenly felt tight in my chest.  This smell I know very well, another smell that is more piercing than the smell of perfume on his body.

The smell of his romance with that person, I know.

I snapped out of my thoughts when I felt his strong arms wrap around my stomach.

"Hoseok-ah," he whispers in my ear.  He kissed my cheek and continued down my bare shoulder.  His arms that were wrapped around me were now moving up and down my stomach gently.

"What is it?"  I said trying to be as calm as possible.

"I miss you," I was silent, he said the words that somehow made me sick.

I fell asleep resignedly, my legs are now being gripped tightly, occasionally he exhaled between the gaps of my thighs.

I was still silent, as he started to enter me and move his entire lower body.  A muffled growl could be heard echoing along with his slurred speech.

My breath catches as he gets deeper and deeper into me.  I can't feel anything but pain.

I bit my lip until I couldn't stop myself from moaning his name, my voice now even sounded like a bitch begging for some pleasure from him but to be honest it was all a lie.  Because the pain in my chest dominates my whole mind.

A clear liquid was now covering my eyes, making my vision blurry and blurry.

He lowered his body, kissing me all over.

"Am I being too rude that you cry umm?"  He said softly when he was in front of me.

I can only nod in approval of his words.  I lied.

"Okay, I'll do it as gently as possible." He kissed my lips before gently moving his body back.

My free hand can only knead his mane which is now wet with his own sweat.

I looked at his face, the pain in my chest intensified when I noticed a faded red patch around his neck and shoulders.

I was silent for a moment, but a second later I smiled and started moaning his name as loud as I could until my throat felt dry.

I decided to keep quiet and accept everything.

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TBC