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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Something changed. No more brotherly fist bumps. No more slapping at my back and elaborate pranks. No more "yo" or "ya". Just a smile in the early morning and the unbridled joy in their faces.
- Memory Journal: The Last, page 9 –
Dal-rae has never been a typical drunk. She doesn't forget. She always and always remembers things so clearly and so vividly, as if she can relive those moments again and again whether she likes them or not. Akin to her past lives, she can still remember even the emotions she felt in that specific moment. However, what happened last night was a bit hazed. Curious, when she didn't even sip a drop of any alcohol.
She's sure of it.
She wakes up with a pleasant zing on her skin. There's a spring on her joints and a song on her throat. For being in a constant stress, she rarely feels the brightness of the early morning. Then, as she turns around, she sees him. Asleep. Sprawled on her bed. Naked.
Kim Namjoon.
She bites her lips as blurry memories of heated skins and kisses comes into mind. The visions are not vivid, but she knows what she had done. She was seducing Namjoon to her bed, begging him to take her with passion.
And he did.
She rubs her thighs as she feels the soreness of her pussy. Her body slightly aches. He did her good, so good that she doubts she can properly walk.
With bright red face, she looks at Namjoon, wondering how he feels. What would he think of her? It's the usual question that constantly lingers inside her head whenever she's with them. How would they see her? Wouldn't they think her ironic? So contrasting to what she had been? After all, she had been avoiding them for years, and her she is, once again, melting in surrender with their soul. Will he ever question the same?
She can't help but lift her right hand and slightly pokes the slight dip on his cheeks. How adorable! Her mind wanders. Her eyes mellow with longing for him, even if he's in front of her. Then, she notices the dip deepening as his cheeks swell with the curve of his lips. His sleepy gaze upon hers.
She freezes.
"You're awake." He mutters with a silly smile. "Good morning."
"Epp..." She squeaks as Namjoon unceremoniously pulls her to his chest, making her realize that she too is naked. Their skin touches and the man hums. She can't help a whine rasping on her lips. "Namjoonie."
"Let's stay like this." He grumbles as he buries his nose on the crown of her head. His hands trace the curve on her spine.
She groans as she tries hard to pull over and turn away from him, only to be pulled back on his flexing muscles. Her naked back on the healthy bump of his chest. She made a mistake of turning as his hands are now tracing shivers on her fluttering belly so close to her still throbbing heat.
