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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The transition was not abrupt. Disguising as a man never felt so free with them. Unknowingly, the changes came obvious which made them so endeared...
- Memory Journal: The Last, page 10 -
She is awakened with a chest as a pillow and arms and legs as her blanket. A music of soft rhythmic breathing, so calm and serine.
The room is dim with a sliver of bright light leaking through the curtains, illuminating inside just enough for her to see around clearly. She looks around and surmises that Jungkook brought her to his bedroom after bathing her for a sweet aftercare. She must have slept during the bath and now she's only wearing his white shirt.
The side table's digital clock says it's past 2am, but her stomach is already demanding for food, like it's already noon.
A small movement and her cheeks heat up. Not with the hardness pushing against her back, slotting just at the valley of her ass. She is also made aware of another hardness, twitching alive, as her hand slides lower, earning a deep groan from the man she's laying on.
She attempts to move away but can't. Not with the interlocking limbs, firmly holding her in place, but with the soreness she feels. Though feeling light, but her muscles are uncooperative.
She blushes.
She can't believe she did that nor them doing that to her. It's a thing only happening to soulmate porns or wild fantasy romance novels. No. She doesn't hate it. The only complaint she has is that they really did a number of her.
She bites her lips.
Embarrassingly, she passed out for a few minutes before she was tenderly taken care of by the three. They were so careful on her after that. She wonders if she has to reform her exercise regimen for them. After all, there are seven of them and their stamina is not a joke.
Another movement, fingers caressing on the small of her back and she turns. Right beyond to another soulmate who is sleeping like a baby with a hunk of an inked body is another soulmate of hers who is as much as awake as her.
"Something wrong?"
The voice is husky yet light to her ears. It's sticky sweet like a cup of pure cacao sweetened with rich wild honey.
She tries her best to face him with her lips protruding in a pout.
"Hungry." She whispers.
He silently giggles, shoulders quaking, shaking the bed. His hands caressing the side of her body, from her hips to her shoulder and back to her hips, making her squirm. "Really?" There is a teasing tone on his hushed reply.
"Jimin~." She whines. She knows well what he's thinking and it's far from food. "Need to eat."
He slowly sits up and stands. His toned body glistened with the streak of silver light. Before her eyes can caress the expanse of it and marvel on the beauty of the phases of the moon inked on his spine, he picks up a shirt and covers it. "Let's see what I can cook." He whispers, careful not to wake Taehyung who momentarily stirs from his sleep, spooning her in a tight lock, closer to his chest. Jimin's eyes curve in another giggle then starts to step towards the door.
