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He smacked his lips on her and grabbed the sides of her neck to keep her head still. Nyra's eyes bulged out of their sockets. Her hand remained motionless, keeping her phone in the air. Those pair of lips moved fastly on her, denying her the opportunity to think. And just when she opened those closed lips to make some noise, it allowed Namjoon an opportunity to enter with his tongue. The hotness of the spice had descended but he didn't wish to stop. Nyra, on the other hand, whined and groaned in his hold. The first kiss of her life. It felt sloppy, disgusting, and whatnot. How weird it is to have someone else's saliva in your mouth. Who knows if that person has even brushed their teeth or are they brimming with pits. Who knows what that person must have eaten which could destroy the existence of your dietary laws. Nyra couldn't believe what the fuck is happening. A girl who formerly believed that receiving a kiss could cause her to become pregnant was experiencing the same feelings again. Despite the fact that she knows it'll be impossible until some strange technology emerges.
Meanwhile, Namjoon was willing to not stop. He didn't sense her displeasure, so he kept making it happen. This wasn't his first time kissing someone. He has kissed his exes but slept with none. But it was his first time initiating it.
Nyra dropped her phone on the ground and her hand advanced towards his muscular chest and pushed him off with all her might.
As soon as she pushed him, she saw a man, puffing, his face scarlet, his eyes burning with excitement, and his lips swollen, either from spice or from the kiss
And he saw, a girl, bewildered but not angry, her lips a shade of crimson like he made the blood spouting from every last bit of her body to her lips. Her chest moved as her lungs inhaled and exhaled air.
Nyra took a step ahead and landed a slap on Namjoon's cheek. It wasn't harsh, nor was it gentle.
Namjoon's head didn't swivel to the side since the slap wasn't particularly forceful, but it was strong enough to turn his cheek red.
"I-I am-I am S-sorry." He exhaled deeply, his gaze falling to the ground. He had no idea what had prompted him to do this action. Something in him forced him to make the move and it was his impulse. He acts on the spur of the moment, not realizing or perceiving what will happen to this new friendship he had formed in a foreign country.
Nyra stood there, gasping for oxygen and unsure of what to say or do next. She couldn't deny it made her feel some way. Because it was something she had never done in her whole life. Besides they were both were young humans with hot blood running through their veins.
Ding Dong.
He shifted his posture towards the door and went to open it. The waiter walked inside keeping the glass of milk on the coffee table. Nyra at that point was sitting on the couch. Namjoon closed the door and walked inside slowly, with hesitation like he was guilt-tripped. He then sat adjacent to Nyra. Their gazes were drawn to the glass of milk on the table. But the milk wasn't going to serve its purpose, as it was already served by Nyra.
