Tomorrow is a blur for everyone but not for her. She knows too well that her future is just a repeat of her past. Bloody. Cold. Bruised. That will be her. Will she risk to have that tomorrow again just to treasure the blink of happiness before it w...
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For all the days, I remembered his pristine white robe, his gat, the sweet smile dimpling his cheeks, and the overwhelming need to be with him.
- Memory Journal: Scholar's Book 1 –
Namjoon is hot. Not that kind of ego boosting compliment. No. He feels like a fire is burning him from the inside. He can't even get a wink of sleep, afraid that it would reduce him into ashes. And with all the thoughts of her, it's becoming unbearable.
Her. Their Dal-rae. His Dal-rae.
The flutter of her lids as she slowly melted on his touch is forever etched on his irises, that even with the darkened room, he can only think of its seductive allure. He didn't know how a whispery mewl could light him off completely. Not when it's the last thing she did before she completely melted under his gaze.
She's his fire and she's consuming his entire being.
He quietly groans as he slowly sits up and wipes the sweat on his skin. The room hums with its silence, breathing peacefully with Taehyung and Jin in it. Even though he is looking at his handsome roommates, he can't stop thinking of her beauty. And just like that, his chest once again constricts with the desire boiling to its peak.
Wanting it to be over, he stands, wears a shirt, makes sure to wear his glasses, and walks out of the bedroom and to the dimly lit hallways. It's too quiet. Each of his heavy steps breaks the deafening silence. He seems like a wounded soldier walking towards his salvation, slow and a bit unsure. As he finally stands on a familiar door, he hesitatingly pauses.
Should he get inside? What's of his promise?
"I'm so sorry. I never thought she would be like that." He panicked as he watched Yoongi carefully carrying her back to her room.
"It's your soul melt, Joon-ah." Hoseok soothingly squeezed his shoulders.
"I-I didn't mean it." He didn't think that way. Actually, he didn't think at all. All he thought was to be close to her no matter what. His whole body clamored even for a small touch.
"Don't get close to her for now." Jin warned understandingly.
The thought of not being with her almost made his knees helplessly buckle. He couldn't imagine depriving himself of her. Imagining alone ached his head. However, Dr. Kang's warning of not overwhelming her rang loudly in his conscience. So, with a heavy heart, he did what he had to do. "I promise, I won't."
Yet he is here.
"I just have to check on her." He mutters to himself before finally twisting the knob open.
As soon as he opens the door, his eyes are guided by the moonlight beaming from the slit of the curtain to the lone occupant on the bed. It's like the moon is delightfully introducing her to him. It's as if showing him how exquisite she is. Unparalleled. And true enough, she is more exquisite, ethereal even, that the moment his eyes land on her, he almost lose all good reasons and his sanity. His body burns, sweltering hot, wanting nothing more but to dive in and take his seductress. He shouldn't be thinking this way when she's there sleeping without the knowledge of his surging lust, but how can he even have any holy thoughts when all he can see is her skin glowing through her night dress, almost naked with silk, draping and hugging her supple body in a way that tickles his very core. She's a masterpiece. And if he's a sculptor, it would be his life's goal to mold every inch and curve with his fingertips. It doesn't help when the memory of having her around him, tight and so wet, begging, invades his head.
