Chapter Twenty: Unwanted Visitor

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It was my last day in Seungcheol's house, my dad said it'll be safe for me to go back home tomorrow and that I won't be under protection anymore

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It was my last day in Seungcheol's house, my dad said it'll be safe for me to go back home tomorrow and that I won't be under protection anymore

Hansol's been busy with Seungcheol, they've been out for the past few days, so it's really been Aunt Hani and I at home

But I haven't seen Mingyu since that night

It's been a few days since the night we kissed.

And I think about it as if it just happened minutes ago, I'm fucking simping over the thought of his lips

Like a fucking psycho

And how I missed the feeling of his lips connecting with mine

It was a memory that I never want to forget

A memory I will cherish and dream to create more of them, that's how crazy I feel for them

The unknown feelings I have at the thought of Mingyu?

I don't know where it stands, in fact I have no idea what I feel for him

I wasn't sure if it was attraction, love or anything like that

But I've been craving him, like some hyena that's had no prey for years

I miss how my hands would feel against his broad shoulders, or when they're on his chest, his toned pecks that can tell me his heart rate

His big hands

His fingers trailing around my cheeks, down to my jaw, or the part where I guided them to my chest

Or the way his large hands caresses my hips, or when he does that habit of squeezing them

Fuck I love that habit the most

Not that

But the sound of his grunts, groans every time I press my lower body against him hard

But that's not the only thing that was hard

He didn't feel small at all, far from that. But fuck, it leaves me wanting more

Want— needing to feel what he hides behind those trousers

I know what he hides behind that shirt, the pants are still in a mystery

A mystery that I wanted to discover

The way his hands were on my ass, gripping softly but it was still affective

Like it unleashed something in me

I wish he was more aggressive with it

I need a fucking genie.

I fucking miss him

But I know this is wrong

So fucking wrong

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