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12 :: Algedonic

"But why? What's the matter?"

"Just come with me!" I hated touching women without their consent but what I had seen was enough for me to immediately escort Y/n to anywhere safe.

Dongchun isn't the place for women to be safe and even I have earned my home here with extreme difficulty. I grabbed my keys and raggedly pulled Y/n along with me. Yeonjun eyed me suspiciously but the heaven always pries on us and do we care?

"What's wrong with you!" She yanked her hand away from my grip. We had already come out of our tower, the eerie cold breeze of the sea blowing around us. I did not have enough time to negotiate the wrong in me but I knew I was due an explanation. I had to let her know a little about it before I proceeded.

"What? Huh-" Her eyes glared at me, albeit a little shockingly. I imagined her to be cursing my whole ancestry and my life history–including me–but I do not blame her. My current motto was to keep her identity hidden from the view.

"While it might just seem like you're swapping spit, the act of kissing is one way the body subconsciously decides whether or not you'd want to make a baby with this person or, at the very least, hook up."

"It's indeed special because the amount of awkwardness before the kiss is little high, mixed thoughts and emotions starts running into your mind that how will it go, what to do or what not to do."

I have always disregarded the feeling of falling in love. Everytime I had a stance of love, I ended up feeling betrayed and lonely. Hence I never took much heed of what Yeonjun and his love of life had insisted me about.  

Yet upon experiencing the subtle sensation of electricity flowing through my veins, that rush of adrenaline, I believe all that they documented for me.

It feels like soft rain on a summer evening when the leaves rustled elegantly. It feels like an explosion of the best flavours in the universe all at once mingling together and creating the best taste and sensation you've ever felt. My lips were smashed on hers, kissing her like I wanted to be kissed, like no person–alive or dead–had ever kissed.

Soft and moist and hot and breathy, not trying to win a battle but seeking union and closeness and the sharing of one breath, one sensation, one timeless and passionate moment.

The heat rose in her cheeks–tinting them a firm shade of red–the heat that I felt in me. A quick, or electric, and delicious, then firmer, more determined and more curious about the heat that lay within, seeking to chase down that elusive liquid lightning that reached through both of us.

Oh so heavenly it would have been but a bullet of regret shot in me when I realised, I had legally molested her. Sexual touching of any kind that is unwanted or coerced, including kissing or groping, is an act of violence and sexual assault.

I let my eyes scan for security and pulled away, making sure even if our partnership breaks, she'll be safe. I have had enough losses.

I swallowed a mouthful of my saliva, looking down at the ground, and quickly opened the car door.