He pressed his body against yours, holding your hands firmly at the sides of your head. He sure had a taste of the mojito as his heavy, minty breath fanned your lips, nose flared, eyes flaming with anger and remorse.
"You here are my wife. You belo...
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I swear to God that once I catch her, she will see a devil in me. I can't understand what's wrong with me. Anger is all I feel right now. I just want to kill someone, anyone. Irene thankfully left as soon as she arrived, but maybe she shouldn't have done that. Because now I have no one to distract me, and Yn's got me raged. As soon as I had seen her enter, I felt like tearing someone off. And the intimacy she was dancing along Jimin with, I fucking hate it.
I feel dragging her out from there and knocking some sense her brains to not ever fuck with Jimin. I feel like fucking her senseless till she she knows whom she belongs to. I feel fucking stupid for thinking this because she was never mine to begin with. I have a girlfriend already for fucks sake. I had sworn to myself that Irene is the one and she is. Then why can't Yn leave my mind? Why can't I forget the thought of running my hands down her lean body? Why can't I just resist the urge to fuck her until all her ideas of disobeying me vanish? Why can't I just have my own girl in my mind?
As far back as I can remember, Irene has consumed my thoughts and heart completely and now Yn is snatching it away too.
Maybe it is the alcohol in my system that makes me think this way because I love only Irene and I know it. I just need some fresh air to calm down my nerves before going in our room.
I was now sitting at the mountains top. It had many stairs and I myself can't believe I climbed all those. Novalunosis consumed me. The stars were beautiful and bright like always. Cold wind brushed my arms and I shivered. "Seems like you are lost." A voice spoke. I turned back and saw a familiar figure. He was the old man that I had met yesterday and he was the one who helped us go through the village. "Aniya, Harabeoji. I was just here to relax." He sat beside me and stared at the stars too. "You are lost in thoughts." Old people really are smart. "You can share. After all I am just a stranger with wild experiences." He looked at me, the wrinkles near his eyes getting thinner as he smiled.
I suppose I can ask him. Yeah he is a stranger whom I Won't meet ever and he also won't tell anyone anything. "What is love for you?" I asked with no hesitation and he simply laughed. "Oh, teenage love it is." It seemed as if he already expected me to ask this. His laugh ceased and he stared at the stars again while I waited for an answer. He seemed to be recalling old memories as a wide grin was plastered in his face.
"Love," he began. " is the absence of judgment." He looked at me once, wanting to know if I understood and spoke again, "You don't love that person for anything. You just love them because they are who they are." And suddenly he looked lost. He talked as if talking to the stars. His eyes held happiness, joy, and peacefulness that I could say came directly from his heart.
