My Soulmates are IDOLS Books 2+3 | 18+ [SoulBond Series]

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He slipped on a bucket hat, pulled a mask over his blushing cheeks, stuffed his twitching rabbit ears into the soft fabric and stamped it down with his palm. He cleaned up the best he could, wiped up the dripping semen and sprayed himself with thick fumes of deodorant.

JieMi pulled on his jeans, shoved his hard cock in with generous wads of clean tissue into his underwear. It hurt when the zipper pulled tight against his hard cock and his hips jerked at the pressure at first, his newly found tail twitching at the lack of space. But JieMi was stubborn and he knew he could do it. It took another minute for him to breathe, and a third for him to start the car. He drove to school, determined to get through his torturous day.

Walking was hard, his feet was clumsy and weak, shakier than an intense work-out day and lacking in energy. He stumbled about in the campus, dragging his feet with each wobbling step. He had to catch his breath against the wall every few minutes, had to pull himself together to stop thinking about humping the strangely appealing railings. He eventually slid into the lecture hall, stiffening his shoulders and clenching his jaws together as he forced himself to feign normalcy despite his racing heart and teary eyes.

The lights were turned off, the hall swathed in soft blue and green light. His classmates were watching a movie, no doubt another critique session of the videography and cinematography, and all eyes were glued to the projector, the students frantically scribbling in their notebooks. And relief flooded his veins as he carefully climbed to the back of the hall, thankful for the lack of eyes on his trembling figure.

Ha-Eun was at the back row as usual, chattering and whispering to her friends with bright smiles and soft giggles. JieMi meekly walked up to her, his eyes glued to her frame as he gave her a small, trembling wave. She met his eyes, confusion in her brown orbs and for a moment JieMi was filled with a strange sense of hope and relief, the need to ask someone, anyone for help was at the tip of his tongue. And she could help him. She was the only one who could help him, him and his need to get the ache in his cock out of the way. But his girlfriend simply glared at him, turning her nose up and made a dismissive hand gesture, waving him away.

It was easy for him to read her actions.

Fuck off and find your own seat.

It was a bucket of ice to his head, a slap to his cheek as he stumbled back, his heart strangely hurt. His body awfully cold. He fumbled, moving to an empty spot at the corner and slumped into his seat, arms crossed as he glued his eyes to the screen, hoping for distraction, for salvation. But nothing entered his head, not the music that peaked at a crescendo, not the teary eyes of the actress, not the frantic shouts of the actor.

And he was suddenly strangely aware of the world, of the eyes burning in his frame, of the strangers that surrounded his body. He was suddenly so damn fucking aware of everything and everyone. Aware of how alone he was with no one to understand him, no one to cherish him, no one to help him. JieMi was lost in the sea, pain rippling in his frame. The eyes, thorns in his skin. The strangers, spotlights that scrutinized him. Him, an animal in the cage for them to pick apart. Him, a slave to a chain. Him, the man that was...

His mind leapt, jumping straight to his happy place, to the memory of his soulmate, to her smiles, to that future that he could have had but threw away. He was in that world, in their world. But that world was gone, that world was destroyed by his own hands. Her scars, a result of his sword, her pain, a result from his ignorance. And he was lost.

So damn fucking lost.

And it was when he was at his weakest did he smell her in the air. That soft, sweet apple scent that clouded his vision and sent his heart into overdrive. It soared in his chest as his tail twitched from side to side, his cock burning with need. He had to cross his legs, his feet trembling and desperate to just hump something, anything. He jerked forward, his knees thumping against the wood and the pain cleared his head for just a moment.