Choi Misun, the only heir to her father's throne, was a regular teenage girl who was born with high position. She liked to be with her friends, go on walks and read romance novels. She also had many duties as a princess, one of them being to find a...
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Min Yoongi
We stayed up the whole night, making love few more times when the time felt right once again, tangled in many different positions through the night and when the sky started to lighten, giving us the hint of the sun starting to rise, so did the dread in both of us.
And as we made love for possibly the last time, the tears were uncontrollable.
After Misun reached her high, I finally stopped pushing mine back as I collapsed on her, trying to be as careful as my body allowed while pulling out of her, only to snuggle up to her once I turned us on our sides.
I held her close. So close I thought we might get crushed under such pressure. Neither of us seemed to care, only needing to be close to each other.
The news of the war draft shocked me. I expected for Misun's father to do something, however, I never expected him to drag untrained servants as well.
Although, I knew the decision was made mainly because of Misun and I's relationship. He wanted us apart. He wanted me gone forever so his daughter wouldn't get 'stained'. His decision lead to the opposite of his plan.
Desperation in both of us lead to us wanting to be as close as we could before I have to go away. Today might have been the very last night I got to spend with my love and even though I was scared for what would happen if anyone were to find out, I didn't regret anything.
What Misun and I shared, have been sharing, in the last few hours was unlike anything else. The connection I feel to the beautiful woman in front of me was at its strongest peak. Making love, embracing each other after, being this close to her...I fell in love with her all over again through this night.
Of course I thought about her future husband. She had found the excuse to say she bled one day while riding a horse. She has heard many women, female horse lovers especially, tell how it happened to them while riding, all of them having a doctor to prove their innocence if their husbands were to check the sheets for blood.
Misun hasn't stained the sheet. Not with blood, at last. I tried to be as gentle as possible. It being my first time, I was too scared to enter too quickly and hurt her. Just imagining myself accidentally hurting her made me sick.
"Yoongi," the quiet voice of my dearest pulled me out of my thoughts. "I don't want you to go," she sobbed.
Our time to separate was almost here. It was nearing as each minute went by, taking us closer to the moment our paths will have to split.
"I don't either, Misun. But you know I have to," I whispered while brushing my hand through her hair.
"I-I am so scared." Her confession wasn't shocking. I was scared to leave too. Anyone who isn't scared must be out of their mind. "I want you to come back to me."
