Seventeen imagines

#110 "Hello, goodbye"

My feet pounded at the slippery floor on the way to the elevator. The door is already closing and I  felt  I am in need for a thousand steps just to stop it.

"Wait!" I shouted.

Sweat stung in my eyes. I blinked and let out a long sighed. Gosh, good thing I succeeded in stopping the elevator's door.

I went inside as I wipe my sweat running down to my neck. The door closed and that's when I realized I am alone with a man standing beside me. He has a strong presence that made me halt from looking at.

So I bowed my head while my eyes glanced at the button. Luckily, the floor where I am living is the same floor this man's destination is.

"You are still living here," the man said.

His voice sounds familiar. My mind won't give me an answer but my heart knows it. Little by little, I traced my eyes to him. My heart is right, he came back. Wen Junhui came back. My ex-boyfriend, came back.

Junhui and I have a no-sounds conversation using our eyes.

There is a tightness in my throat. My lungs feel as elastic as old underpants, just sagging instead of contracting for the next breath. I need oxygen, but this four closed room feels like a box trapped deep down the ocean.

I finally look away, tears threatening to blurr my vision, when a hand encircles mine. It was soft and warm, reassuring almost, as If the owner of that hand sensed my desperation.

"After 3 years, it is so nice to see you again," he said.

The door opened, the same time my heart stop from beating.

"I am not happy to see you again." I lied. "Go away. You are famous. If anyone see us together, you'll be in a scandal. Go. I don't need you."

My feet started to drag above the ground. I am ready to escape. I am ready to hurt again. I am ready to leave the guy I was and am in love with more than my own life.

However...

He pulled me back and leaned me on the corner.  Junhui closed the elevator again and pressed the highest floor of this condominium building.

"Yah! W-What are you doing?"

Without words, without explanation, only  his heavy breathing answered my question. He locked me between his arms, staring me closely as I thought I will die from suffocation. My hands are icy cold and my mind won't function anymore.

The next thing I knew... is him... kissing my lips. His tongue, the way he bites my lips up and down and his moans while exploring inside me brought back the memories we used to share. But this kiss is different. It is a kiss with excitement; a hungry kiss that is building all my hormones up as my head is only filled with his name.

We pulled back and stared at each other eyes, both are panting.

"What is that kiss for?" I asked with my trembling voice.

He pulled my waist closer, tilted his head as his tongue licked my wet lips.

The sensation made me forget from knowing the answer for the question: was it a kiss for "hello" or for another "goodbye"?

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