desire
/dɪˈzʌɪə/
noun
a strong feeling of wanting to have something or wishing for something to happen.
"he desired sex more than anything"
verb
strongly wish for or want (something).
"he never reached the relationship he so desired"
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- flashback to jonggi's date -
The sun is high up in the sky and the surroundings pretty clean - Jongho did search out a nice place, I must say. Unlike the dim forest with sticks and stones everywhere, we are somewhere near the castle, the top of the towers shown behind the trees. The grass was straw-green, a few purple flowers, I don't know the name of, decorating it overly.
Jongho and I are eating ice cream, me in his arms, laying on his chest as he pats my hair down in a reassuring way. Good, he didn't get me strawberry ice cream or some, in the end, chocolate is and will be the best.
What if some other Mingi in one of the multiple parallel universes likes something like mint chocolate?! Nah, bet.
As I'm spooning the ice cream, Jongho's genuine voice tells me about how he's got sent home from the class trip since I have asked out of curiosity. Jongho is a newbie, other than him being to himself and keeping shit steady, his sudden absenting is weird for a man like him.
Apparently, his family owns the title of best apple-breakers and at a carnival this year, Jongho's younger brother was supposed to hold a new record. However, he got sick and Jongho had to cover for him.
That's why he was called back home.
Time passes and it's really nice hanging out with him, I love the way he remains the continuous skin-ship, leaving me with goosebumps from time to time. As he's constructing a crown for me, made out of the flowers and blades of grass, the mood shifts, Jongho looking at me with a smile.
"I've been wanting to ask you that for a while already..." He starts, laughing softly as I tilt my head, looking past him and watching the sun go its way down.
Jongho's next words are expected, "Would you wanna go out with me?"
He places the crown of flowers on the top of my head, then brushes a strain of my hair out of my face, biting his lips as he awaits my answer. Closing my eyes, I lean closer and kiss him, his hands grabbing the sides of my face as he starts leading the kiss, pushing his tongue through deeply.
When releasing, he asks again, "So?"
"I'll think about it," I reply back, my fingers tapping on his strong thighs playfully.
We fall into silence, Jongho snorting up quietly, "Why? Cuz San?"
Looking at him in irritation, I save my reply, waiting for him to continue talking out his frustration, "I really like you, man. I don't wanna get played, though."
