𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘, 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕, 𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒚 | 𝒌𝒊𝒎 𝒋𝒊𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒈

⓪ - kim jiwoong

every second of the ticking sound of the metal-made clock is loud in the quiet, spacious room. so irritating to hear but that's the only thing keeps the night looks at least alive. uncounted days and unpredictable mistakes she makes through her life; it couldn't get any worse. just how long has she been here? not in his room but the useless, unofficial deal they settled childishly back at the cafe.

if they never knew each other,

if they never met at the casts conference,

would the both of them be here where they are now?

in the bed, enjoying the passionate night of intimacy and forgetting about reality, about the stable career they have.

the guilt washes over her face is pretty much obvious to the presence. she can't comprehend the scene happened minutes ago- no, for the past 5 months of their little foolish agreement.

they aren't idiot to ignore the damned consequences. every detail of their moves would have grave repercussions for the entire region once they slip out from the green lane, yet they still took the risk despite knowing the downfall of both parties' families.

breathing calmly, her eyes tears to the exquisite glowing buildings outside through the closed glass door. curtains draws open on purpose, letting some corners of the room lit up under the pale moonlight. the midnight weather is predicted to be below 15 celsius in Seoul.

it's autumn season and winter is yet to come next month.

adding with the temperature room sets to the lowest one, an icy gust of air rolls over her in a wave as she shudders under the thick blanket with only her head and shoulder expose to the cold. 

she is lying on her side, facing the night sky instead of the nude male who's hugging her lovably from the back- arms snakes around her waist almost tightly and their feet tangle around one another's, sticking out from the blanket. a brush of cold wind sweeps against their toes as she shivers from the chilly sensation.

but gladly, the hotness of their bodies press together keeps a bit of the heat burns on the outer layer of her unclothed frame.

"what's on your mind?" a sudden voice of a man startles her a little but she keeps it cool.

his eyes shuts while groaning as he gets closer to her- literally pressing his bare front with her naked back- nuzzling his face further into the nape of her neck.

fuck, almost lost the sanity pieces inside his encephalon as the man inhales the scented air of rose body shampoo she showered with earlier. he curls his fingers around her ball shaped hands- who refuses to hold his- in a wish he could intertwine with those smooth, slender digits instead.

still, this is enough. he should know the limits.

on the other side, her eyes glitters with spark of loathing as she sighs in regrets; the feeling of wanting to escape from his snuggly embrace, scratches off the traces of his fingertips from her skin until it spurts nothing but fresh red blood, rips the hair he loves to stroke and caress so softly are swelling deeper in her chest. it's itching and disgusting to acknowledge the truth that she's sleeping beside him right now.

his masculine voice...oh, so comforting yet odious to her eardrums. it triggers each part of her brain into tingles and fluttering butterflies roam freely inside her stomach, to the point she wants to cut his beautiful throat off.

it's sickening to the bones in the way he always cares for her, always shares the greatest meaning of love whereas they're just...

but she doesn't wanna hurt him so she stays still, accepting the unnecessary warmth of their skinship- somehow likes it but the hates never leaves its highest level.

after considering the second thought, she answers, "nothing. just a blank stare at the void"

"you were screaming my name to go harder right 10 minutes ago, what's gotten into your throat so sudden, hm?" he hemmed. a small vibration sends out shockwaves all through her spines, worsen the already fluttered butterflies inside her into a dance out of extreme agitation.

"i'm always quiet, aren't i?" she avoids, uttering an insincere chuckle. as much as she seeks the good-looking male's face to outstare at, where her dry lips starts to beg for a wet contact with another person's, she shakes her mind before her intrusive thoughts win over everything.

he mutters a small questioning hmm and says, "that's because you usually fast asleep after sex but now you are fully awake. you worry me" admits the guy, sounding fully solicitude towards her.

"i— i just don't feel like wanting to close my eyes"

"want me to cuddle you?" he excitedly suggests.

oh god. so caring...so tender...

it flusters her so much that her brain halfway shifting into a chaotically mess situation. her heartbeat continues to patter a elated, beatific rhythm. doesn't he know?

"no! it's— fine. i don't need it" replies the woman, almost stuttering.

the male finally opens his eyes, sensing something odd about the way she answers and acts as he narrows his eyebrows in dissatisfaction. he unhooks his arms from her body, positions himself to sit as he leans back a little with both hands supporting him. the blanket used to cover his frame slip down, revealing his well-built abs. then, he focuses on her fondly worried. "are you...okay? you're not yourself"

hearing the concern question catches her off guard. "what do you mean?" she turns her head to look straight at him in the eyes.

"i noticed you've been avoiding me lately and it makes me uncomfortable. talk to me about it, i won't say anything. i'll just sit and listen" he paints an affectionate smile. it does soothe the anxious part of her heart.

grabbing the large woollen to cover her front, she sits up and stares at him. "it's opened" tear begins to gather, forming a line on her lower lashes.

"the door of my heart for you, kim jiwoong"

...end of prologue
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