You Were My Love

Scene 42- Breaking Up

He wouldn't have been able to say what it was exactly that he felt initially.

But one of the first feelings he experienced as he gradually regained consciousness was fulfillment...

And warmth...

And something feathery tickling his chin.

Then his nose picked a mixed scent of vanilla, strawberry and warm skin.

At that, he knew clearly where he was.

And with who.

He breathed in deeply and silently the comforting and pleasant fragrances his sweetheart spread out.

His eyes slowly opened and they lowered to the cute bundle that was comfortingly resting in-between his enclosing arms.

From where he was, he could only behold parts of him.

But they were enough to make Hae Wong hold his breath.

The curves of his shoulders. So seductive ...

The silkiness of his skin. So inviting ...

The cute nose. So pretty ...

The gorgeous lips. So appealing ...

... Even more so as he saw they were slightly parted, soft breath exhaling out of their cute plumpness.

The closed eyelids. So peacefully soft ...

He didn't want to move.

Of course, for one, he didn't want to wake his lovely Jimin up.

But mainly he felt so content being in this exact place.

He was holding his precious angel safe and sound in his arms...

And he thrived in the feel.

He really wanted to take care of him.

And protect him.

Yes, protect him.

He was so fragile.

So innocent and so temptingly alluring at the same time.

He was so attractive and sexy that he unconsciously drove people to crazy extents.

Yes, people clearly lost it when it came to him.

Worst of it all was, he barely had to do anything.

He just had to be his cute self.

He simply had that universal, natural sensuality that made any gender, any age, any type crave for him.

Any.

He naturally, unintendedly drove them insane.

As Hae Wong gradually fully woke up, ideas clicked back into place.

He remembered backwards all that had happened the previous night ....

The painfully challenging shower with a staggering Jimin.

The soothing ride back to the hotel.

The fury as he got to the private room in the club.

The mindwrecking sight when he found him nearly strip dancing on the tables, surrounded by assaulting hands.

The anguish as he spoke on the phone to an intoxicated, reckless version of his honey.

Tae Hyung's stressful call.

Son Kang Dae's mischievous manoeuvres...

As the train of thoughts traveled his mind, soon fulfillment got replaced by deep wrath.