The scent of something spicy and fresh mixes with an earthly smell invades my nostril as I take shallow breaths into my lungs, which have to support my over-work heart due to its erratic beating, pumping twice of thrice the amount of blood as it usually needs. My cheek feels warm and my head muddles.His hand cup my cheek, blocking the side of the wall beside my head.With his height over tower my own 5 feet3' frame, he successfully traps me against the smooth surface of the brick wall that I had my back lean into ."...look at me" He said My eyes refuse his command as I force them to trap shut. This, should have never happen. Knowing what the consequences are from the very beginning.I I curse my stupidity that pushes both of us to this desperating point. For an instant, I just want to cover myself and disappear into the thin air..."I said look at me! ...please.." his tone pleasing .I shudder when his breath tickless my ear; he's close, too close .My eyes open slowly, only to meet the side of his plump lips, then trail up to catch his eyes, which are now rim with red outline. My inside is wrack with guilt. I did it again.... I hurt him ." You're so cruel you know "His soft, shaky voice merely let out any breath as his lips just millimeters apart from mine."I know..." Then our lips collide. ============Phuong is always passionate with what he does: baking. In fact, passionate doesn't cut it; he's working too hard .Still, that doesn't bother him one bit since baking is what he been doing ever since he learnt a way to fend for himself . Life is certainly better when people love his cake along with friends and, long time partners who always have his back . But then in moment of peace, something on the back of Phuong's mind won't give him a rest that he deserves. What will Phuong do when it comes back to haunt him at his least expected moment?
Kien is, like everybody who ever met him said, a "blessing few" .The money, the look, the mind that can bleed you till death with little mercy, he has it all.... At the age of 25 , there're little to none that he CAN'T have . And yet in his heart, there're an old wound that left his poor blood-pumping-organ ache every time his mind wanders off to *that person*. He hates it . To distract the thoughts,he submerges himself in work, indulges his body in the lust he gained from women and men who are willing to themselves at his feet. His life goes on.The factor of surprise and (drama) is what makes life worth-living and for KienIt's granted him another chance to mend his broken heart. But by no other than the one who broke it ? Will Kien allow his heart to break any further when the oportunity of its next recovery is thinner than getting Senlong to give him another life. Author note : Senlong is a feature *character* from famous manga *Dragon ball*
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My Heart Won't Forget (manxman)
RomanceFirst time writing a bl story so excuse me if miss one or two spell or grammar ;;v;; ---------- The scent of something spicy and fresh mixes with an earthly smell invades my nostril as I take shallow breaths into my lungs, which have to support m...