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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Beomgyu and I are screaming our lungs out, the last terrifying image engraved in our minds, hoping we traveled times - as crazy and unbelievable as it might sound. Eyes closed and clinging onto Wooyoung's arm, I await someone to say anything.
Wait, her scream is gone... Opening my eyes, I welcome darkness.
"Yeonnie?" Soobin's face cuddles into the crotch of my neck and I turn around to fall into his huge arms, letting go of Wooyoung. As long as his broad body is protecting me...
"Where...?" Beomgyu's voice is heard and someone moves around, cursing when bumping into something. San.
Then over us the light flickers and the room is immediately recognized by me, "We're in the palace?!"
"Told you," Wooyoung says and grins, "We need to go to the others, oh my Dumbledore how will the Baron react!"
San gasps, "Didn't we basically solve the curse of the falcon?"
"We can get out...!"
While San and Wooyoung are deepened in their conversation, Soobin has looked around, now glancing out of the window. I join him and notice the stormy weather, and heavy rain falling.
"What date is it?"
Wooyoung counts up the dates for a moment, frowning, "5th of September?"
"My birthday is soon!" I exclaim and Wooyoung makes a surprised sound when Taehyun speaks up.
"Let's head too Hyuka. If all this is true... fuck, how long was he left alone?"
Agreeing, we leave Woosan's room, walking out to the familiar hallways. It's been only 5 days since I last was here and everything is in its place and form yet.. something is different.
That's when we hear a voice yelling loudly, coming from the baron's room, Soobin's dad. It's an unfamiliar voice yet by the looks of Wooyoung and San they seemed to identify the yelling person.
"Hongjoong...?" San asks irritated and we quickly move toward the room, Soobin pulling it open with a far swing.
"Count one and one together!" The unfamiliar voice is saying, voice angered.
"Two-o!" Beomgyu sing-songs, tilting his head in confusion.
Entering in, the few people look up at us, one of them with thick lips gasping. The blue-haired in the middle isn't done though, walking toward... Hueningkai.
"Baby..." Glancing at the now blond boy, I feel tears building up, my little survivor. Soobin and I run to him and now the Hongjoong guy notices us, eyes wide and stepping aside while we overwhelm Ningning with our hugs and kisses.
