a girl, that knows nothing of feelings. not only that, but her body is also suffering greatly.
not knowing that she was being ruled by emotions on a rollercoaster of passion, while the desire for more, more of the many beautiful feelings she feels f...
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She was sitting on the couch, now dressed in the dry clothes. Her face was still pale, and she looked exhausted, but she was no longer shivering as violently.
Jungwon took a moment to look at her, from her slightly damp hair to her feet encased in the hedgehog socks. Despite everything, he found her beautiful. He wanted to wrap her in a blanket, to ensure she was as warm as possible. As he moved to search for, he felt a gentle tug on his shirt.
"Sunoo," she whispered weakly, her fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt. "Please stay."
Hearing her call him by Sunoo's name brought a sharp pang of pain to his chest. He paused, his hand hovering in the air, and looked down at her. She was so fragile, so vulnerable, and even though she wasn't fully aware of who he was, she needed him.
Gently, he removed her hand from his shirt, placing it back on her lap. He stood up and searched for a blanket, quickly finding one in a nearby closet. Returning to her side, he carefully wrapped the blanket around her, tucking it in tightly to make sure she was warm and secure, like a burrito.
She looked up at him with a soft, grateful expression. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible. She reached out, grabbing his hand weakly and pulling him closer. With a gentle tug, she urged him to sit beside her on the couch.
Jungwon hesitated for a moment, then sat down next to her, feeling the warmth of her body close to his. Her head rested on his shoulder, and she nestled into his side. She sought his hand, her fingers intertwining with his in a weak but determined grip.
She murmured softly, "I wish we could stay like this forever."
The words sent a shiver down his spine, a mix of longing and heartbreak flooding through him. "I'll stay with you as long as you need." he said softly, squeezing her hand gently.
Her breathing began to even out, the warmth and comfort of his presence helping her to relax. He leaned his head against hers, closing his eyes for a moment to savor the closeness.
He whispered quietly, more to himself than to her, "I wish we could stay like this forever too."
He felt needed, and somehow, that made him feel a little cherished. Her reliance on him was comforting, yet it cut him deeply. It was a bittersweet sensation, knowing that she depended on him for warmth and safety, but mistook him for someone else. He thought about how much he wanted to savor this moment, to be close to her, even though it felt wrong to be pretending to be someone he was not.
As she murmured softly, her breath warm against his neck, his heart ached with a mix of joy and sorrow. He wanted to enjoy this fleeting moment of intimacy, even if it was under false pretenses. The feeling of being needed, of having her close, was something he had longed for, and now that it was happening, it was almost too much to bear.
