Tomorrow is a blur for everyone but not for her. She knows too well that her future is just a repeat of her past. Bloody. Cold. Bruised. That will be her. Will she risk to have that tomorrow again just to treasure the blink of happiness before it w...
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Even with the risk of being branded as a traitor, I still chose him. I guess... I would always choose him.
~ Memory Journal: The Brothel, page 19 ~
"Yes. I'm with her." She hears Jimin's voice as she wakes up from a dreamless sleep. She feels so light as her eyelids flutter open.
She strains her ears, trying to listen but he has already gone out of the balcony. She can only watch him taking up a call with the early sun beams caressing his features, though she can only see his robed back. He looks ethereal against the backdrop of glowing snow setting on the tree tops. She can't help wonder if he doesn't feel any ounce of the chill outside. Then as he ends his call, he turns and watches her, immediately, she closes her eyes and pretends to sleep.
She can't believe they had sex and a mind-blowing one at that. He's indeed a dancer with the stamina he had last night or even at dawn as he kissed her awake and once again ignited the fire within her. That fire still simmers deep inside her, giving a different kind of fulfilment.
The warmth on the sheets is physical evidence of her seemingly unquenchable thirst for him.
She flinches as the bed caves in with his weight which is followed with a deep bed-laden giggle. "Good morning, Jagi." Then she feels his touch on her cheeks, gently caressing. "I know you're awake."
Embarrassingly, she pulls up the blanket to her nose before she opens her eyes and see him lying so close to her. "G-good morning." Her greeting is a bashful whisper.
"Are you alright?" He worriedly asks as he brushes her hair away from her face.
Though sore, she shyly nods. There's no way she's gonna admit it.
He grins so widely then leans over to kiss her forehead. Then, he pulls her to a hug while humming a wonderful tone she can't quite discern what. His voice is a lullaby lulling her back to sleep.
It feels peaceful.
'Will it be always like this?' She ponders to herself.
Once again his entire body brushing to her nakedness is a sure fuel to her soul. It doesn't help when their skin sparks a beautiful feeling of home and belongingness. It's nice. However, though her heart is soaring but her body has been spent.
"Jimin..." Her voice comes out dry and whiny, making her blush. She never thought that she can be like this with him.
Actually, she never thought that she allowed this to happen. Though perfectly sane and sober, she was quick to turn one-eighty as if it's that easy. It's as if she hadn't spent the last ten years avoiding them.
Is It because it's Jimin?
"You like him more? Our Mini is your bias?" She can still remember the delight on her sister's voice.
