"𝙏𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛, 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙩" Mr Jeon's word lingered on my skin and ignited me.
The feeling that comes when you know the risks, when you know one move and everything would go downhill, yet you're ready to risk...
A/n: Hey guys! First of all, I want to know how you all are doing? It has been a long time since we interacted and a lot have been happening with me. It wasn't in my control but I know I was waiting to just come back to you all and get back on those older days I used to have but it's not possible now. I have a different life now, more hectic, more thrilling, more challenging. I was so overwhelmed with these sudden changes that it completely shut me off. I didn't feel like writing anymore, I didn't feel like butterflies while reading books, I swear to god this was frustrating me a lot. I know I wanted this life for me, to get new opportunities and explore more but what I didn't know that it will take time for me to adjust. I'm still in the process, but as I said, I will be back and I can't keep myself away from this account for a long time.
I sincerely apologise for the wait and impatience I caused you all. And I want to thank all those who kept on asking about me and my health and also about my mental health. I will not say I was doing fine but I know I can do it. And there were some impractical rude ones as well, who doesn't know about basic human values. They should know life doesn't remain constant for an individual, real life shit happens and people have to handle those shits. Try to be empathetic towards the people around you, you don't know what someone in going through.
Anyways, finally an update for dpj on Wattpad and for the scrollstack readers in the coming few days you'll get updates as well. This will be a double update! Tada! Have fun guys!
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‘sleep tight, sweetheart’
I didn't even know what that was supposed to mean. One thing I knew that I didn't get last night was a damn sleep.
Even if I went into a nap, my mind kept replaying those moments in the back of my mind. It wasn't like I dreamt of him last night, but whatever I felt while laying on my bed didn't feel real as well. As if I was in a dream myself, or maybe in a fantasy world because none of these things felt real.
I couldn't wash off the touch of his hands between my thighs no matter how long I tossed and turned on my bed, that ended me with a humongous need in my stomach.
The shower this morning worked a little, but all I could think of was his fingers inside of me, even when I was standing in front of the mirror at this moment, peering into my reflection coated in a burgundy midi dress for the event, I was feeling him on my skin.
I had to give my speech today, and of course I hadn't planned to wake up with a tight ball of need threatening between my legs. His words constantly haunted me with every passing second, I didn't know for a quiet person like him, he would have such a dirty mouth. The way those words took homage into my stomach after leaving his mouth, it was dangerous.
Thankfully we had prepared enough for the competition that it didn't need any last time recap of the content, not implying that I wasn't nervous at the moment. Because I was, to an extent that was enough for driving me crazy. More than that, I was concerned about the fact that even in this situation, I wanted to see him.
