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Jeongguk has it all. He is young, handsome, rich, has a beautiful fiancée. He will soon become a CEO at his father's company, which is one of the most successful companies in Seoul. It would seem that his life is almost perfect. Everythi...
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Jeongguk lifted his heavy eyelids reluctantly. It had been a long time since he slept as well as he did that night. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd been able to sleep all night. He must have spent a thousand sleepless nights since parting ways with Tae, flipping from side to side, staring at the white ceiling of his suite, or lounging on the terrace, staring with his dark irises into the only photo he had with Tae. This time, however, he didn't want to wake up at all. He had such a wonderful dream. It seemed to him that he was kissing his lips again, that he was sleeping in his arms...
He struggled to open his eyes and blinked a few times, trying to realize where he was. He pushed himself up on his forearms to raise his body into a sitting position. He rested his back against the headboard and looked around. When he realized that he hadn't woken up in the expensive apartment at all, next to a woman he didn't love, living a life he hated, he couldn't help but smile.
Perhaps it was not just a beautiful dream after all? Perhaps he was real?
He looked around again. To his disappointment, however, there was no one in the bed next to him, although he could have sworn that Taehyung held him in his arms when he fell asleep. Instinctively, he reached out his hand and placed it on the sheet in the place where the body of his beloved man should be. As he felt the warmth that still radiated from the ruffled sheets, he quickly removed his hand as if he had been burned by something.
Was it true?
He shifted the covers to slide his legs out from underneath and saw that there was something red in the white sheets. Curious, he held out his hand. After a while, he twisted the rose petal in his fingers, studying it with his heart pounding hard. He quickly dropped the covers and let his bare feet drop onto the wooden panels, then pushed himself out of the bed. He felt an unpleasant pain in his thigh muscles, reminding him that he had strained them hard yesterday. First, by running in the rain, and then...
Instinctively, he licked his lips, and when he felt that wonderful, familiar taste on them, his heart sped up again...
It wasn't a dream.
It all really happened...
He could feel the taste of his lips on his. The scent of his perfume wafting through the air. The touch of agile hands on his warm skin. A sweet pain in the muscles of his thighs that tightened last night every time he threw his body up, and that familiar burning sensation between his legs that proved that he had really made love to him last night.
Unable to suppress a smile, he curved his lips into a gentle arch, then quickly tucked his boxer shorts, which he found on the floor, over his bare ass, and walked barefoot towards the exit. It was enough for him to cross the threshold of the bedroom and take a few steps towards the stairs for the sound of the low, soothing color he so loved to creep into his ears, and his nostrils were attacked by the wonderful smell of food, reminding him that yesterday he ate almost nothing.
