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A/N: Picture this hug as the one described down there....
Listen to "Take Me To Church" - Hozier while reading if possible ^-^
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And just like the way he showed up, he went away.
Tears kept coming out and I couldn't stop them. I could feel my breathing getting heavier and heavier. I can't be having a panic attack. Not now. I tried to walk to the kitchen to have a cup of water but my vision started to get blurry.
"Tae???" I cried for him but there was no answer. The amount of air that was getting inside my lungs was making dizzy.
Please Taehyung, wake up!!
My mind begged once I started to feel like I was drowning on my own tears. I finally see the kitchen's light but as soon as I was about to walk inside, I kicked the foot of the kitchen table making me fall behind.
Even though I couldn't see a single thing, I new that the impact was eminent. I braced myself waiting to feel the pain on my back but somehow, I only felt something warm. My eyes were shut and even if I was focus on trying to figure out what happened, the tears kept on coming, just like my breathing kept irregular.
"Lisa?" As soon as I heard his voice behind me back, I felt the urge to cry more. I turned around and hugged him. I needed to feel safe and he was the right person to make me feel that way.
His long arms were wrapped around my tiny, starved and hurt body. I could tell that after my breakup with You-Know-Who, I haven't taken care of me properly. If it wasn't for my friends and the promised I made to Eunha, I would lock myself away from everyone.
Gently, I could feel his hands pushing my face away from his. I must look really bad.
I could feel my eyes puffy, just like my nose and basically all of my face. But his face? I really don't know how to describe.
His lips were red as wine and his eyes had tears threatening to fall down. "Who did this to you?"
It was him.
He did this to me.
Just by the thought of having him touching my body, I panicked. I could feel my body being possessed by sadness, regret and above all, I could still feel the love I felt for him and the desire I felt to have him, and only him, to be the only person to ever touch me. That's the worst part.
