STRAWBERRIES AND CIGARETTES || PARK JIHOON

🍓 EIGHTEEN 🚬

As the memories of the past faded and her mind slowly returned to the present moment, she became acutely aware of the warmth of his embrace surrounding her body. Despite the gentle comfort he offered her, she instinctively attempted to extricate herself from his tight grip, yearning to break free from the weight of her own sorrow. However, his arms only held her captive in his grasp, insisting upon sharing the burden of her suffering without allowing her to escape.

"Jihoon, please let me go," she pleaded, urgently trying to extricate herself from his grip. She fidgeted and twisted in his arms, desperately attempting to free herself from his embrace. Despite her efforts to break free, he continued to hold her tightly, his arms wrapped around her body with an unshakeable determination.
"No," he replied quietly, his voice firm and resolute. "I'm not letting you go."

"Please, just give me a chance" he begged, his voice laced with desperation. "Just listen to me, please. I can explain. I don't want us to end like this. Please."
His plea hung in the air, his words filled with a vulnerability that was rarely seen in the proud, confident man he usually projected.

Her heart ached as she heard the pleading tone of his voice. His usual arrogance was replaced by a deep vulnerability that pulled at her heartstrings. She could feel the sincerity in his words, and despite the anger and hurt that still burned within her, she found herself unable to ignore the raw emotion in his plea.

As the anger and frustration welled up inside her, she let out a torrent of insults, her words harsh and biting.
"You're a jerk," she hissed, "You're a moron, you're an ass." Her voice trembled with emotion as she continued to lash out, desperately trying to break free from his grip.

But despite her verbal onslaught, his arms wrapped tighter around her, refusing to let her go.
He let her unleash her anger and frustration upon him, her words bouncing off his chest without a reaction. He knew he deserved every insult and curse she hurled his way. Yet, he held her securely in his arms, his embrace unyielding.

He gently rocked her back and forth, his hand soothingly caressing her hair as they stood in the quiet embrace. The steady motion and the tender touch of his hand provided a small measure of comfort amidst the storm of emotions that still swirled around them.

Despite her anger and hurt, she found herself melting into his embrace, her resistance slowly fading under the gentle touch.
She closed her eyes as she leaned into his touch, allowing herself to succumb to the tenderness of the moment. Her body relaxed ever so slightly, the tension in her muscles slowly unraveling as he continued to rock her and gently stroke her hair.

The anger and frustration had not dissipated completely, but the gentle caress of his fingertips against her scalp and the soothing rhythm of his rocking managed to calm her racing mind. She felt a pang of guilt for giving in to the comfort he provided, yet the pull of his embrace was too strong to resist.

He held her quietly, continuing the gentle caress of her hair and the soothing rocking motion. He could feel her resistance gradually weakening as the tension in her body melted away. For a brief moment, both of them were immersed in the tender intimacy of the moment, the anger and pain momentarily forgotten.

Seungmin, who had hastily finished his family dinner, hurriedly made his way to the place where his best friend was, his heart pounding in his chest.
As he arrived, he was met with the sight of his friend being held in a tight embrace, and a wave of relief washed over him as he exhaled a deep breath he didn't realize he was holding.

Seungmin's gaze shifted to Junkyu, who suddenly appeared beside him, a smile plastered on his face as he watched Jihoon and Yn intently.
Seungmin scowled in annoyance, shrugging off Junkyu's hand that was resting on his shoulder. Junkyu let out a disappointed pout as his hand fell away.