"Since 1894" Captain Kim ✓

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AUTHOR'S POV-

The days after their deepening connection felt like a dream, almost too perfect to be real. The bond between YN and RM had grown in ways neither of them had expected, drawing them closer with every passing moment. It was as if their souls had recognized each other from a time long past, leading them to this moment where they could finally be together.

One evening, RM invited YN to his studio. He had been working on a new song, one that he had poured his heart and soul into, and he wanted her to be the first to hear it. The studio was his sanctuary, a place where his emotions flowed freely, and he wanted to share this sacred space with her.

When YN arrived, RM’s breath caught in his throat. She was stunning, the very picture of elegance and allure. She wore a simple yet sophisticated black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, the soft fabric clinging to her body with a delicate sensuality. Her hair, long and glossy, cascaded over her shoulders, framing her face in a way that made RM's heart race. There was something about the way she moved—graceful, confident, with a hint of vulnerability—that made her utterly captivating.

“RM,” she greeted him with a warm smile, her voice soft yet filled with excitement. “I’ve been looking forward to this all day.”

RM smiled back, his eyes not leaving hers as he stepped closer, the space between them charged with electricity. He reached out and took her hand, lifting it to his lips to press a tender kiss to her knuckles. “I’m glad you’re here, YN. There’s something I’ve been working on, something special… and I want you to be the first to hear it.”

YN’s heart fluttered at the way he was looking at her, his gaze filled with a mix of affection and desire. “I can’t wait to hear it,” she replied, her voice a little breathless as she took in the intimacy of the moment.

RM led her to the recording booth, where the equipment was set up, ready to capture every emotion. He handed her a pair of headphones, his fingers brushing against hers as he did so, sending a shiver down her spine. “This song… it’s different from anything I’ve written before,” he said, his voice low and intimate. “It’s about us, YN. About everything we’ve been through, and everything I feel for you.”

YN’s breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding as she placed the headphones over her ears. The vulnerability in his voice, the raw emotion, made her realize just how much this moment meant to him. “I’m ready,” she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation.

RM stepped into the booth and began to play the guitar, the soft strumming filling the room with a gentle, haunting melody. Then he started to sing, his voice low and full of emotion. The lyrics spoke of love and loss, of finding each other again after so much time, of a connection that transcended lifetimes.

As YN listened, tears welled up in her eyes. The song was beautiful, each word resonating deeply within her. It was as if RM had taken every unspoken thought, every hidden feeling, and woven them into this one song. The music washed over her, pulling her into a world where only the two of them existed.

When the final note faded, RM turned to look at her, his eyes searching hers for a reaction. “What do you think?” he asked, his voice filled with uncertainty.

YN removed the headphones, her eyes glistening with tears. “It’s… it’s perfect, RM. It’s like you reached into my soul and pulled out everything I’ve ever felt for you.”

RM crossed the space between them in an instant, pulling her into his arms. His hands slid down her back, pressing her body against his as he buried his face in her hair. “YN,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, “I love you so much. You’re everything to me.”

YN’s breath hitched at his words, and she pulled back slightly to look into his eyes. The depth of feeling she saw there took her breath away. “I love you too, RM,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “More than I can ever put into words.”

RM leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss that was soft at first, but quickly deepened into something more passionate. His hands roamed over her back, tracing the curve of her spine as he held her close. YN responded eagerly, her fingers tangling in his hair as she kissed him back, pouring all her love into the kiss.

The world outside the studio faded away, leaving only the two of them, wrapped up in each other. RM’s hands slid down to her hips, pulling her even closer as he deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing hers in a dance of desire. YN’s heart pounded in her chest, her body tingling with the intensity of the moment.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathing heavily, their foreheads resting against each other’s. “YN,” RM whispered, his voice low and husky, “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. It’s like you’re a part of me, like I can’t exist without you.”

YN’s heart swelled at his words, and she cupped his face in her hands, her thumbs gently stroking his cheeks. “I feel the same way, RM. You’re my everything.”

RM kissed her again, slower this time, savoring the feel of her lips against his. It was a kiss filled with promise, with the unspoken understanding that they were meant to be together, no matter what.

As they stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, RM began to hum the melody of the song, his voice a soothing lullaby that made YN’s heart soar. They swayed gently to the rhythm, lost in the moment, lost in each other.

In that intimate space, surrounded by the music they had created together, YN knew she had found something rare and precious a love that was destined, a love that had finally come home. And as they held each other close, their love continued to play like a melody, filling the room with a warmth that neither of them ever wanted to let go of.

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