Cold Hands, Warm Heart ✧ Minsung ✧

#15

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The bright Sunday morning in Seoul signaled the end of the winter's cold days with its warm weather. Minho woke up to the burning sunlight in his eyes, his head pounding due to the amount of alcohol he drank the night before. He reached out to touch his sweaty hair, trying to focus in the first few minutes of the day. His dry mouth begged for water, and as he stretched his legs, he realized he was naked and felt the weight of his entire body. However, he was unable to move as someone was holding onto his waist.

"Good morning" a sweet, sleepy voice interrupted his thoughts, causing the memories of the previous night to flash through his mind.

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"Hey, Minho?" The girl called for him, shaking and holding his hands.

"Yes?" He blinked twice looking back at her.

"You agreed to come here and talk with me. Are you even listening?" She complained and smiled at him.

"Yes, I'm sorry." He shook his head "I just got distracted for a second".

"A whole year and you're still the same Lee Minho I knew," she teased, pointing to his forehead. "You're always off in your own world with that beautiful mind of yours." She paused, a smile playing at her lips. "That's what I always loved about you, you're unique in the way you think." She laughed, clearly enjoying their banter.

Minho's grin widened at the compliment, and he looked down at Yejin. She was his friend from college and his ex-girlfriend, but still the only person who truly understood him. Minho never believed in boundaries or labels for relationships, he appreciated people for who they were and the way their minds worked. That was what he loved about Yejin - she never found him strange or his flirty behavior irritating. She saw him as a unique individual.

"And that's why I liked you too," he said, smiling and winking at her. She looked at him with a sense of pride.

"I always thought we would end up in Seoul someday, but together," she said, looking down at their hands. After a moment, she let go.

"I used to think so too," Minho replied, his tone heavy with regret. "But I messed things up. I'm sorry."

"I..." Yejin took a deep breath while looking down while playing with some paper on the table "I came here... I came last week to Seoul for my work. But do you remember how we always said that we would be here someday? How did we dream about all this?" She stopped, her eyes filled with hurt.

"I remember... Yejin, I..." Minho tried to say something, but it hurted so much to see her in pain, a pain that he caused.

"But things didn't go as planned, did they?" She looked away, her fingers still fidgeting with the paper. "I'm not saying this to make you feel guilty, Minho. I just...needed to see you, to talk to you. "And... and I always remember what you've always told me, that I should keep my feet on the ground, being the most realistic or maybe the most pessimistic person I know. Because you never thought you were good enough to come here with me, to achieve your dreams. And maybe, when the day came, I should move on without you, leaving you behind," she said, her voice quivering with hurt. He couldn't hold her gaze piercing along with her sad words "and then you got it, you came here... before me".

"I'm sor-" Minho nodded and reached out to take her hands, but Yejin pulled them away.

"I missed you" she said, her eyes filling with tears as she caught his hands before he could grab hers.

Minho was stunned, his mouth hanging open in shock. Her words were like a balm to his wounded soul, words he had never thought he would hear again. "I missed you too," he said with a smile, taking her hand and holding it tightly.

-

Minho's apartment was filled with the scent of alcohol, as several empty bottles lay scattered on the ground. In the kitchen, apparently, a couple were laughing and making fun of Soonie's sleeping position on the couch.

"Wow, he's still adorable" she said, bending down to pat the cat's head. "I missed you, baby."

"He missed you too," Minho said, also reaching down to pet the cat but instead grabbed her hand. "I missed you."

Yejin couldn't see anything but Minho's lips, she wanted to feel them again and grab a piece of their good memories from their past. Minho wanted to be understood again, wanted to feel loved, wanted to feel the love they shared in the past again. They both couldn't see anything but the good things they went through, both enchanted by the desire they felt someday when the days were filled with just the two of them.

Minho leaned down close to her, she licked her own lips drowsy by their closeness. Their touch was gentle and tender, just like before. He held her cheeks delicately, and she closed her eyes, a tear rolling down her cheek. She hugged him tightly, whispering softly, her lips brushing against his, "I missed you."

Minho felt her lips, her soft lips in his, they were different from everyone, they contained memories, their teenage years, when they discovered everything about their bodies together. He used to suck them and lick all her mouth, while fingering her in every corner of their houses until she couldn't hold her moans anymore, and so he had to hold her mouth to stop her, so their parents wouldn't listen to them making out in the bedroom instead of studying.

Yejin could feel everything again, everything she missed during the whole year they've been separated. Minho's touch was always gentle and considerate, just as it had been when they were together. She reminisced about their first night together, feeling nervous but comforted by the way he had asked her about everything they would do.

Minho took Yejin by the waist and led her to the bedroom, surprising her with his sudden change in attitude. As he laid her down on the bed, he began to kiss her jawline, ear, and neck. Yejin's body arched in pleasure, and her moans grew louder than they ever had before. Both their memories stopped to roll over their heads and they started to build a new memory from that exact point.

He unbuttoned her shirt, leaving a trail of kisses down her body. His hand slid up her thigh, feeling the softness of her skin, until he could touch her most intimate areas, finding a way to remove her skirt. Standing up, he threw her clothes aside and looked at her with a mix of desire and hesitation. She encouraged him, kissing him in all the right places and touching him in ways he always enjoyed. She removed his shirt and, without breaking the kiss, removed all of her own underwear. She kissed his chest tenderly, slowly making her way down to his pants and underwear, which she removed with care. Starting at his thighs, she kissed him with such love and affection that Minho couldn't think of anything else but the pleasure he was feeling. Then she started to suck his hard, her lips being as soft as her touch, he couldn't help but want more right now. He stopped her, laid her on the bed, put on a condom and kissed her again on the lips as he penetrated her slowly, feeling every inch of him inside her that made her body shake in pleasure.

As he moved inside her, he paid attention to her every response, making sure he was doing exactly what she wanted and the way she wanted it, just like he always did. He took pleasure in giving her pleasure, and the control he had over her moans was a turn-on for him. Her moans grew breathier with each passing moment, and her nails dug into his skin as their bodies collided and sweat poured down their skin. In the glow of the night, their bodies seemed to radiate with pleasure, and she closed her eyes and moaned in ecstasy "Aaaahhn, I- missed- you-".

He had always thought that pleasuring her was his way of expressing love, and that's how their friendship had grown into a romantic relationship. But now, lying beside her, he couldn't help but question whether what they had was truly love.

As they both lay there exhausted, gazing up at the moonlit ceiling, she turned to him, wrapped her arms around his waist, kissed his cheek, and whispered, "I really, really missed you." He closed his eyes but remained silent, his mind a blank slate.

It was loving.. no, it was caring... no, it was deep... no, it was dense... no, it was just good, but at the same time it felt like a lie.

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