Nonetheless, after he's preformed his last song and has changed into something more comfortable, I find myself wrapped in his arms.
His lips brush the faded hickeys on my neck, working their way to my lips. I realize the effect he has on me and feel bad for pushing him away. So in the darkened dressing room, I shut my eyes and kiss Jin to make up for all the kisses I've withheld, because it doesn't matter anymore and because I'm so desperately lonely, I can't stand it. Jin's touch and taste and heat remind me that at least my body's still alive, and for the moment it's a welcome feeling.
When Jin pulls away slightly, I move forward to close the gap but I feel his hands cup my face.
"Just kiss me," he whispers.
I sit there while he leans in and presses his lips to mine briefly.
"What are you thinking right now?" he asks.
"I don't know."
He sighs. "Then it's like kissing a drunk person. It doesn't count." He runs a hand through his hair and looks everywhere but me.
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Anon
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