✓ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ | Yang Jungwon

Chapter 12

Chapter 12
~Let me take you dancing~

(2 weeks later)

"You should come with me to New York," I say as we walk around the park.

"I'd love to. But I don't think that I can right now because of work. Hopefully one day I'll launch my own company...but it will take some time. So I understand when-"

"We will go through this together. I know a lot of couples that were in a long-distance relationship for years. We can come visit each other, right?"

He nods with a smile before pulling me into a hug. "I love you," I say into his chest, my voice coming out muffled.

"I love you too. Even before you did" he utters against the top of my head, planting a kiss there before stroking my hair.

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(Another 2 weeks later)

It was one day before I needed to leave and another of Jungwon's friends invited us to a party.

Well, they invited him but he told them I'd join.
The party was a Latino party and I was thoroughly looking forward to it.

My teacher once had been to a Latino party with us and taught us some dances.
Therefore, I spent the entire noon teaching Jungwon some dances.

He was quite the fast learner I must say, but what else would you expect from someone who'd been a trainee. In comparison, my teaching must've been less strict than what he's used to.

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"Hello Pedro, I'm Y/n" I greet him back.

"Hello, have fun" he shouted and I laughed.
He's drunk which is crazy, considering the fact that we only came half an hour too late.

After we finished the drinks Jungwon ordered for the two of us, another song started to play.

I scream when I realize that it's my favorite Spanish song that plays. The song our teacher taught us to dance with and the dance Jungwon and I already practiced at home.

He takes my hand and leads me to the dance floor. Unfortunately, it's crowded and the only space that's left is a corner next to a bathroom. How romantic.

At least we have much more space.

Jungwon pulls me closer, our bodies now being pressed against each other.

I wrap my arms around his neck, my fingers gently playing with the ends of his hair. His hand is at the small of my back, slowly moving to my hips as he looks at me.

The gaze of his eyes held such intensity that I could feel myself melt at any moment.
Swiftly he swings me around and I move my arms along the rhythm, graceful yet sharp.

He twirls me back in, my back now being pressed up against his as I sway my hips along the rhythm. His arms are snaked around my waist, now moving to gently hold my waist on each side so I can move more freely. I twist around again, facing him, and wrap my leg around his torso before he lowers me effortlessly, his strong arms holding me close with ease.

It felt as though we were one person dancing. Two people with two minds connected through the music that resonated in the air. He wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me, looking at me with such love, I wish I could save this moment in my mind and replay it forever again and again.

When he sets me down, I take a step back to continue to dance as it is something my body automatically has ordered me to do, however, my back bumps against the bathroom door, and on cue the music stops.

We look at each other and I see the desire grazing across his eyes, making them darken if only momentarily.

I was so caught up looking at them that I didn't notice how his hand swiftly sneaked towards the handle of the door, now lingering on it.

His eyes never leave mine as he opens the door and gently pushes me inside. The door closes with a soft click, shutting down the noises from the party outside. He pulls me close, his hands grabbing my hips before he pushes me up against the wall.

My breath hitches as he trails down slow, sensual kisses down the length of my jaw before he starts to aim for my neck. When he gently bites me, my hands dig into his back and I bite my lip.

His hands roam over my body, his touch possessive yet gentle and careful as if trying to memorize every part of me while being timid at the same time to not break me.
As though I was a delicate flower.

I look at his eyes and see that he's trying hard to hold himself back, to not be rough. His touch is gentle and sensual but his alluring eyes, so full of dark longing tell a different story.

When my lips land on his, he takes in a sharp breath, pressing our bodies closer together.

As time grew, desire did too, and the realization that we might not see each other for a long time sunk in.

I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing myself up against him like there's no tomorrow. Trying to take in every sensation I'm feeling. His scent, the way his warm body feels against mine, to the way our lips fit perfectly together like a puzzle piece.

I try to engrave this moment into my mind, turning it into a memory I can forever dwell on, yet I know that no matter how much I try, only reminiscing won't be enough.

I can't get enough of the addicting way he cups my face and combs through my hair or the way he pulls me closer to him. No matter how hard I would try, I know that longing won't go. Even if he's clearly in front of me, my heart still aches for him, for more.

I just can't get enough.

It was only the two of us who knew that once we exited this bathroom reality would sink upon us again and I needed to head back to New York. Our ways will separate, and only god knows how long it will take until I can feel his lips against mine again.

It's as if we communicate through our touches. Unspoken words are incorporated behind our touches but also an emotional rawness that holds such profound feelings that just simply couldn't be put into words.

And so we linger in the bathroom, silence engulfing us like a cozy blanket as we're embracing each other.

Two fitting pieces are to be separated soon.

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