not a dream*

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you were still sitting on the bed and he looked down at you.

"don't go."

you weren't sure if the alcohol in your system made you say that or you were sober enough to say that, but one thing was for sure, you wanted him, sober or drunk doesn't matter.

it's been two years since you last saw him and now you were missing him to the point that the situation you both were in didn't matter to you.

his eyes met yours when he looked down at you, bitting his lower lip he gave it thought.

"fuck it."

he mumbled and pushing you on the bed he kissed you again, the rough bite on your lower lip made you moan in his mouth and he inserted his tongue in.

you both had a rough kiss before he pulled out when you tapped his shoulder being out of breath.

he rested his forehead on yours while you both shared the same breaths.

"I love you Yn, I still love you the same or may be more desperately."

he breathed your eyes were closed and you heard him clearly slowly opening your eyes you cupped his cheek, he looked at you.

you forgot how addictive he was till you left him, even though you didn't wanted to but his actions hurt you to the point that you had to leave.


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his eyes were still looking into mine, when his one hand snaked to my left cheek, he caressed it with his thumb and I melted.

I closed my eyes in pleasure, his touches were doing something to me and I can't help but feel so relax and comfortable around him even after these years.

I opened my eyes again only to find him still looking at me.

"you know why we met Yn?"

"cause we were meant to be."

"and we didn't switched souls even after having eye contact cause I still have feelings for you and you do too."

he said, and I kept one looking at him, without saying a word, I pulled him more closer to my body and moved up a little towards the bed.

a low groan escaped his lips when his now hard cork brushed against my thighs, and that was enough to turn me on too.

I pulled him into a rough kiss once again and this time my hand moved down to hoodie's hem and I gripped it.

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