Falling apart

3~ Kang Sooyun

Two weeks had passed since I saw Jin while I was working. I started to forget a little bit about it, I was more worried about the fact that my boyfriend was being really distant with me.

We were the type of couples to be together all the time. We couldn't stay away from each other. It was like a part of us was missing when the other wasn't around.

So I felt real weird and alone. I needed that piece of my heart that was with him.

Since I really wanted to talk to him, I told him to wait for me in front of my dance studio when I'll be done.

We hadn't talked to each other for two whole weeks, well yeah but not a lot.

As I walked out of the studio I saw him standing there with a bouquet of roses in his hands. I bit my bottom lip as I walked to him because he knew how to get me. I love roses. I missed him, his blond hair, his lips, his body... Everything.

I hugged him immediately. He smelled so good, and god knows I can't resist a man who smells good. And one that dresses well.

"Where have you been?" I asked worried.

"Working" he sighed "I missed you, you know?"

He handed me the roses and we started walking holding hands. I was so deeply in love with this man, oh my god. While walking I noticed that he was a bit reserved about what he was doing during the last two weeks, but I didn't care at all because I was with him now.

We walked until late at night, I was really tired, and it was so hot I thought I was in hell.

"Hey Sooyun, we should go to my place, it's so hot outside for a spring day"

He smiled at me "Yeah sure baby. It's not that hot though. You're the one making everything hotter"

I laughed harder than I should have at his comment. He came closer and lightly kissed my neck. Then he came up to my lips. I really missed his kisses, they were the sweetest thing I've ever tested. It felt like it could cause me cavities because of how sweet it was.

No, I'm not extra.

We started to walk to my apartment but we had to stop every 2 minutes to kiss each other. The sexual tension between us was at its highest. He was so breathtaking, literally.

We ended up on my bed, but this time we were having sex, not making love.

Do you know what's the difference?

There's no love in sex.

But it felt like he needed it to get relieved of something, does that make any sense?

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