CLUB

°8; jaerin

are you even
afraid of losing me?

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they stopped in front of the door. she bit her lip, glancing up at the man. "are you not going?" she asked. it was very uncomfortable to her that he's so close. but she can't seem to found a courage to push him away. she felt like, if she let him get to her, she's going to regret it later.

but what's the use?

he's already making way into her heart. unconditionally, uncontrollably and unconsciously, he's already there. without her even knowing. without her knowing that her last wall, one that was the strongest of all and one that had been standing for years, was broken. by a man. man that she met at the club.

she felt him returned the gaze to her. it looked so gentle, but it contained so many things she doesn't know. she didn't want to know, it wasn't important. though she wished she realised, what's the meaning of it now.

she sensed him closer, the heat spreading to her body. she didn't expect anything. her mind is a blur as she felt his lips on hers. so softly, as if testing her reaction. she couldn't help but to kissed him back. wrapping her arms to his neck, his hands on her waist, she closed her eyes.

he was so addictive.

he's not even an alcohol, anything that'll make her high or something like that, but one gaze and she already felt herself on cloud nine. she felt herself getting drunk of the scent on him. he tasted like cigarettes, a little bit of wine he just drank a while ago, and smelt like mint. she don't even like cigarettes but she found herself addicted to it.

she reached for the knob and quickly turned it, without letting go of him. a calm sea changed to blazing fire. so did they. once careful kiss went more affectionate, more passionate. lust overpowered, and nothing felt better than anything.

as skins pressed against one another, love on the air, everything is perfect.

or she thought.

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i'm so done of being depressed, let me leave this world ugh

-wannashit