You & I

Ch.7

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Sting drove in his pure, white ferrari. Pursing his lips. His eyes stared blankly at the road. Replaying what happened just a few minutes back.

Just leave us alone!

We're fine without you!  

WE. DON'T. NEED. YOU!

He stared at the bright,red light. Gritting his teeth harshly. He washed his face with his hands in frustration. He groaned loudly. "GAAH!" His eyes traveled around while he waited for the light to turn green. His eyes averted his phone, which was by his side. He grabbed it and dialed a number.

He'll do it

It began ringing. He put it on speaker. Finally, the person picked up.

"Hi, Sting." The voice was feminine.

"I'm coming over to your place." Sting said. Then, hung up. The light then turned green, which triggered Sting to drive to the woman's home. He wanted to make the pain go away. He's moved on. Then, why does he feel so much pain whenever seeing her. Whenever she comes into the picture; he loses it! He hated when he's not collected and calm! She made him like that. She made him hate her. 

It was all her fault

That's what he kept telling himself. 

His mind traveled back to the past; to when they were happy. Laughing and kissing. Smiling and holding hands. They were always waiting for each other at a park. He loved her. He even remembered when they were in Lucy's living room. The two were sitting on the couch. Sting was laying down beside Lucy, his arm wrapped around her waist. Unbeknownst to her, he would take a whiff of her beautiful scent. Strawberries. He loved it so much. Her soft silky hair would bounce around when she made the slightest movement. Sting's eyes darkened for a second. Lucy looked so innocent. He promised he wouldn't touch her. Not now. Not until she would let him. Though, he couldn't stop. Lucy was nuzzled up in his chest. Smiling and rubbing soothing circles on his chest with her finger. 

"Blondie...," He growled. Trying to control himself.

"Yeah?" She asked. Oh, how she didn't know the war he was going through. War of hormone. (BTS!!!)

Finally, after swallowing. He couldn't control himself. He let it free. He straddled over her fragile body. "Blondie..sorry for touching you like this..," He apologized.

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KNOCK KNOCK

A woman opened her door. She was taken aback when a man lunged himself at her. His lips ferociously kissing her red lips. He closed the door behind with his foot. He pinned the woman to the door, while doing his ministrations, he locked the door and put the door chain on. The woman did nothing but return the kiss. So heated. He bit her bottom lip, asking for entrance. She opened her mouth. Sting traveled her mouth, whilst fighting for dominance with the girl. The woman pushed him off, and grabbed his shirt, pulling him close to her. 

"What are you doing, Sting?" She inquired. Smirking.

"I'm giving in." He said. Before continuing to do his business. He felt as if he betrayed someone. Someone dear. Though, he didn't let that get to him. As if he'd listen to anybody. Sting picked up the woman, not breaking the kiss, bringing her into her bedroom. He opened the door and closed it with his foot..