That Girl

21

*Author's pov*

The darkness of the night lingered over his body as he stepped one foot after the other onto the cement platforms belonging to the small staircase that was leading into the apartment building. He breathed out a small sigh as he opened the heavy door and started to walk towards the elevator. When he pressed the button his phone made a small sound and his hand went to his right pocket to bring it out. The phone lit up with a text from someone well-known. 

Vernon. 

He opened the text only to be greeted by a photo, a photo of Hana walking together with another man. The man was taller than her, clothed in black, his hand was holding hers. The anger started to build up inside of him as he stared at the photo and the only thing he could think of was the question: Who was it?

"Is this you?" He breathed out the next message he had gotten, written underneath the picture. He bit his lip as he clenched his hand into a fist, ready to punch the wall as a small ding echoed in the elevator and the doors opened. He stepped outside and into the hall where doors were surrounding him, only one of those doors was on his mind and he darted towards it. He didn't bother to text Vernon back as he aggressively shoved his phone back into his pocket as soon as he stood outside of the wooden door.

He took a deep breath, as it was to prevent himself from doing something stupid and lightly knocked on the door. It took a while before he could hear someone on the other side unlock it and by just seeing her face he felt less angry. Her cheeks were red, as well as her eyes, her eyelashes were still wet from all her crying. She stood there before him as if she was in a daze, not knowing whether or not she was dreaming.

As he stood there, looking at her in the doorframe, he couldn't help but think that she was the most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes on, even though she had been crying for god knows how many hours. His eyes moved down from her eyes to her lips, seeing how she lightly bit down onto her lower lip as to prevent herself from crying more, made him lose his control. He grabbed her arm and pulled her up against his chest, his arms wrapped around her as he pressed his head down between her neck and her head. The door closed shut behind the two of them as they now were alone inside of her apartment.

"I am so sorry," He breathed out as she started to cry against his chest, soaking his shirt with her tears.

"I... I couldn't help myself, I love you too much," He said as he held her in his arms. He felt how her legs started to give in and he moved his head to look at her, biting down on his lip as he saw her look back up onto him.

"Who allowed you to be this beautiful? Even when you are crying?" He asked her as pressed his lips onto hers and she couldn't do anything but kiss him back as tears left her eyes. Her lips on his was a memory he thought he had forgotten, a memory he never wanted to forget, even though they were not meant to be. His hands started to move up and down her body, pressing her tiny self against the door as the kiss started to heat up. His hands found their way down underneath her shirt, groping and caressing her unclothed breasts. Her sweet voice echoed in the air as she moaned by his touch, his lips moving down from her lips to her neck, sucking and kissing on every open skin he could find.

His right hand moved down, dragged its cold fingers across her stomach and to the hem of her panties, and without a warning, it slipped between her legs. She gave out a louder moan as she felt how his cold fingers touched her soaking pool of wetness hiding between her legs. One finger then two slipped past the lips and into her warm hole making her legs bend by the second.

"Chan..." She moaned out the young man's name loudly as he lifted her up into the air, his hands gripping onto her thighs, her back still pressed against the hard door behind her, he was now closer pressing himself up against her, in between her legs. He was too close for her to function, too close, pressed against her. The hard bulge inside of his pants pressed hard against her wet undergarments.