you II minsung ✓✓

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I entered your car with a heavy breathing, shaking lightly due to the coldness of the night. The sky was beautiful, no clouds could be spotted and all the stars shone even brighter than the moon.

'Thank you so much, Minho' I thanked, looking through the window.

'It's okay' you answered

We went silent again and I could hear my heart pounding against my ribcage, wanting to be free.

I almost fell asleep and when I opened my eyes again I saw a beautiful lake surrounded by bright flowers and moisturized grass.

I gasped when you opened the door and looked over me, telling be with your dark orbs to get out of the car.

I did without complaints.

We sat on the floor without talking, enjoying the silence and peace. You took out some drinks I'm guessing you bought before meeting with me.

But then out of nowhere, it started raining and the two coffee pots that we held, were soon forgotten.

our clothes were damp when we got into your car. my Converse fully muddy stained left a trail of dirt in your car, and yours did too.

our breathings were unsteady and, all of a sudden, I heard your laughter. it was like music to my ears and I couldn't help but laugh along.

I looked at you, my heart jumping in my chest, and you looked back. a smile was hanging from your lips and I started at them. they were so thick, so red, so wet, so kissable. you looked stunning with your hair down and damp.

you didn't talk when you started leaning over me, your chocolate-colored eyes closing as you cut the distance between our lips.

I was so astonished. you captured my lips, a soft content sight leaving my mouth. our tongues danced with the beat of our hearts. drops of water going down the bridge of your nose, mixing with the kiss that was making my cheeks red.

you didn't talk when we separated and you left a short peck on my mouth.

you didn't talk when you started the car with a tiny grin.

you didn't need to talk cause I could read your eyes and you knew...

I'm a liar, minho, I've been lying to myself all of this month, making me believe that I love a man when in reality I do not.

I wasn't mad at chan when I found out that he was cheating, I was mad at myself for no feeling anything.

jisungie~