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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He was a lover of the moon, as he always stared at its fullness through the night... then, as he looked at me, his gaze remained the same, if not more intense. Then, his dimpled smile. It's as if I'm the moon who had learned to walk.
~ Memory Journal: Scholar's Book, page 1 ~
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Anticipating a hectic day ahead, Namjoon made sure to wake up early. Yet it seemed he had planned poorly.
His body is already heating up even before he can begin his usual warm-up routine in the company gym. Sweat trickles down his skin. His muscles are taut, as if he had already spent hours working every machine.
"Hnghhhh~"
His mouth waters as he unmistakably hears their soulmate's whimper once again. Her breathless squeal following a resounding smack against flesh.
Is he hearing a squelch?
"Fuck, Jimin-ah." He can't help but curse.
Jimin's giggle sounds devious on the other line. "Is that why you're calling, hyung? To swear at me?"
Jimin is playing him.
Thinking about how agitated he is becoming, Namjoon clears his throat and forces an apology. "Sorry." His voice comes out gruff, almost a growl, his cock twitching as her soft ah-ahs and moans grow louder in the background, slightly muffled by distance.
"So?" Jimin hums, sounding far too pleased.
"Just—forget it. I only called to ask you to check on Dal-rae, but it sounds like you're already on it." He swallows hard, ears too attuned to her heavy, uneven breaths... as if the phone has been brought closer... as if her breath fans directly against the mic.
"Tae-ah~ ahhh~"
"And Taehyung-ie?" he groans, imagining their second youngest fucking her senseless, reducing her into a whimpering mess, slurring his name.
"Don't worry, hyung. Our lovely soulmate is well taken care of." Jimin's sweet, breathy voice drowns hers out.
"Just—just don't be late." His body feels on the verge of combusting. He should've hung up already, but Jimin's teasing words stops him.
"Oh. I don't know, hyung. Tae and I might be late."
His brow twitches. "We have dress rehearsal, a group photoshoot, a—"
"I know. But we can't leave our precious Dal-rae unsatisfied, can we?"
The filth in his head sends a sharp pulse through his gut. A jolt of lust is electrifying his entire body. His cock strains against his gray sweatpants, tenting the fabric—no touch needed.
