REQUESTED "i knew you wouldn't ignore me for long."
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1:27 ───ㅇ───── 3:47 ↻◁ II ▷↺
y/n pov
it's been three days but my heart still pounds at the memory of it. the way his hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer as if he couldn't get enough of me—it plays on repeat in my mind. every time i close my eyes, i can feel the heat radiating from his body, but equally i also remember the dark look on his face when i figured it out. i try to shake it off, reminding myself it was just a one time thing, a reckless mistake. yet it lingers in my mind like an unshakeable itch. i can't ignore the way he made me feel vulnerable, how easily he slipped past my defenses. what if he isn't just a simple presence in my life? what if he's more dangerous than i realize? every glance i steal at the shadows at night makes me shiver, and i find myself glancing over my shoulder more often than not, half-expecting him to appear in the darkness.
but was he really as terrifying as i've convinced myself? there was something electrifying about the way he held me, a magnetic pull that made my heart race. maybe he's still thinking about it, too. maybe he's not the monster i envision him to be.
my eyes carefully stray to where my phone is laying. it could light up any minute, the same private number trying to reach me like in the past three days. i've been trying to convince myself that someone's dialing the same wrong number over and over again, and that i don't have anything to worry about. still, i struggle to answer, because what if i'm met by a familiar voice? the same voice that was whispering all kinds of praises into my ears just a few nights. no. no way. i never gave jaemin my number, so how would he be able to reach me? despite that, it's eerily suspicious that the calls started the moment we parted ways that night.
jaemin was persistent on walking me home, "like a gentleman," he had said. but i refused and left him standing in the alley, praying to god he wouldn't follow me home.
my phone suddenly pings, making my heart race. i'm relieved to see it's just my friend reminding me of the party tonight. as much as i wish to stay home curled up in my bed, it's the perfect opportunity to get drunk and try to forget about him, to drown out the memories of that night. i can almost taste the sweet cocktails and feel the buzz of laughter around me, a distraction i desperately need. i imagine losing myself in the music, surrounded by friends who can pull me back to reality, even if just for a few hours.
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the party is in full blast when i arrive. music pulses through the air, the bass thumping in my chest as i step inside. laughter and shouts fill the room, blending with the sounds of clinking glasses and the smell of sweat mingling with cheap perfume. my friends are scattered throughout the space, lost in conversations, and i feel a flicker of excitement at the sight. i quickly grab a drink from the table, the cool liquid refreshing against my lips as i take a long sip. with every gulp, i can feel the tension from the past few days beginning to ease, the alcohol loosening the tight knot in my stomach. i join in on the dancing, swaying my hips and laughing with friends, determined to forget about the chaos that's been lurking in the back of my mind. for tonight, i want to be free.
