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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Each day with him was a gift from the heavens. So godly yet humane. She couldn't help but love him all the more.
- Memory Journal: The Healer, page 8 –
Crystal snow slowly descends, floating down as it rides the gentle winter breeze. The trees rustle with their empty branches in the darkness of the night. It's cold, yet the glass windows of the lone car in the ill-lighted parking lot sweat with heat.
Enclosed within, at the backseat, are Hoseok and Dal-rae, panting as if they have run a thousand miles with their earthshattering kisses. Their touch drenches them with the overwhelming feeling that neither of them can explain. It's mind boggling how his simple hold on her hips and her palm on his chest makes them aware of their very existence. It's as if they are stripped naked even with their clothes still intact on their skin. It's like their lives have been renewed with the universe' blessings. And they can't get enough of it.
"Come home with me." Hoseok reaches up to cup her face, momentarily stopping her from leaning once again to capture and taste the sweetness of their conjoined lips.
Dal-rae wets her lips, eyes half-lidded, mesmerized with the movements of his. She is so enthralled that she seemingly almost missed his words.
"Hmn?" She hums.
"Come home with me..." His voice trembles as his body continuously boils with her on his lap. She is straddling him. Her knees are on the leather seat, trapping him. His jacket and her winter coat had been thrown somewhere. Her turtle-necked dress is jumbled up to her thighs, allowing her clothed core to nest on his hardness. None of them knows how it came to be. They were too engrossed in each other that the world has seized existing, and it's only them within the space of their own universe. He doesn't even know how much time has passed, but he doesn't care. What he wants is the night not to end. He wants her, now or never. Yet, he doesn't want to fully be engulfed by the demands of their parched souls within his car. He wants it to be proper for she is not any woman he's been with. She is his soulmate. His fate. His destiny. His everything. Among all others, he wants their souls to fully entangle with security and comfort, where they can treasure each and every moment. "That is if you want to." He whispers so tenderly while enjoying the nonstop zings of their touch.
A smile curves on her wet luscious lips, plumper with their incessant nipping and licking. Then she holds his hands gently pushing it against her flushed cheeks, still dazed as if hypnotized, with her eyes closed and her head slowly nodding. "Yes. Yes. I want to."
Her voice makes his cock flinch, alive, making her moan and fall on his chest, heaving breath fanning on the crook of his sensitive neck.
"Take me home, Hoseok-ah." Her whisper was like the voice on his dreams... of her.
