Love , Again ?? || RM

Part 54 - The end of US

Author Pov

The air in the living room was thick with unspoken words as Namjoon and Ha Eun stood facing each other, the weight of their shared history hanging heavily between them. His lips met hers-slow, gentle, trembling with every piece of emotion he had buried deep. It wasn't just a kiss. It was grief. It was longing. It was years of memories flooding back into a single, fragile moment. It was everything they couldn't say... wrapped into one desperate need to hold each other one last time.

Ha Eun gasped softly into the kiss, her hands instinctively reaching for his face, cradling it like she used to when the world felt safe in her arms. Her tears mixed into the kiss, slipping between their lips, but neither of them pulled away. They just kissed, and kissed, like it was the only thing that had ever made sense. Like time had folded back into itself just for them.

Namjoon's hands found her waist and then her back, pulling her closer as if trying to memorize the feel of her body against his. His heart thundered in his chest - not with desire, but with devastation. This wasn't about lust. It was about love - love that had died, love that still lingered, love that could never be again.

As the kiss deepened, their breaths grew heavier, trembling with restraint and ache. Namjoon finally pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against hers. His voice was barely a whisper, as if speaking too loudly would shatter the fragile moment between them.

"I hate that I still love you," he whispered, eyes shut tight.

Ha Eun broke into a sob again, her fingers tightening around his shirt, her forehead still resting against his. "And I hate that I lost you... the only person who ever truly knew me."

They sat like that - broken, trembling, pressed against each other like two pieces of a puzzle that once fit perfectly, but no longer could.

But they both knew... This was the last time.The last time they'd ever feel each other. The last time they'd surrender to the memory of what once was.

So neither of them stopped. Namjoon gently came over her, and Ha Eun didn't deny him.
Love, pain, regret, anger - everything they had buried came flooding out all at once. In silence, in softness, in urgency - they let themselves break one final time... in each other's arms.

Namjoon hovered above her, breath ragged, heart caught between stopping and surrendering. His lips had stilled, his hands frozen as he tried to pull himself back - this wasn't right, this wasn't fair. But before he could speak, before he could move away, Ha Eun cupped his face again, her eyes shimmering with tears and pleading desperation.

"Don't stop," she whispered, her voice breaking. "Please... don't. Not tonight. This is the last time I'll ever have you. Let me feel you one last time before we disappear from each other's lives forever."

Namjoon's chest caved with the weight of her words. He knew it was true. There would be no more tomorrows for them. No more calls. No more messages. No more shared mornings in this flat that used to be theirs.

Without another word, Namjoon stood, taking her hand gently, and led her through the living room and toward the bedroom. The tension between them was unbearable, but there was something about the stillness of the night and the distance between each step that felt like they were slowly saying goodbye with every move.

He couldn't look at her - not like this. Not when every line of her face reminded him of what he lost. Quietly, he leaned to the side, reached toward the lamp in the bedroom, and turned off the lights.

The room sank into darkness, and only their breaths, shaky and uneven, filled the space once echoing with laughter and love. In the shadows, their bodies seemed to find one another, and they found each other again in the dark - hands trembling as they touched skin they once knew like home. Lips rediscovering paths they had memorized long ago. Every kiss tasted like goodbye. Every caress carried the weight of years. They moved with the ache of knowing this wasn't love returning - it was love remembering.