Behind The Silhouette

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The morning breeze flows through the warmth air of Seoul, bringing warmness to different homes. Sunlight rays were enlighting the city, as well as my home, making me feel uncomfortable to sleep in this unbearable heat. 'Weird,' I thought. I had the air-condition on throughout the whole night, but it seemed to have stopped. I squinted in this broad daylight, rubbing my eyes as I catch a glimpse of the silhouette beside me. I became startled at the first place, but then I realised who it was.

Song.

Min.

Ho.

Song Minho, but preferred to be called as Mino. A tall, charming boy with unqiue brows, yet quite good looking, with a quiet personality, happen to be a good friend of mine since we were in junior high. Very good, indeed. So good that he became my sex partner, or you could say- a fuck buddy. Yes, a fuck buddy. I am just a guy that he fucks with, letting all his lustfull desires out. I sighed. Looking at him sleeping soundly while cuddling a pillow, who knew this adorable guy is a mighty sex beast. I leaned closer, tempting to touch him, but as soon I wanted to lay my finger onto his cheek, a smile appeared, plastered on his face.

"Hmgh, Haena," he mumbled in his deep sleep.

Haena? Oh right. Haena. My heart sprang and crashed into pieces as usual when he had wet dreams about that bitch. That bitch, or I should say his worthless girlfriend called Haena, has been with him since three years ago. I have no idea how he ended up with her. Mino had not much friends back then. He preferred to be with me, honestly speaking. He made me feel really attached to him, until to the point where I fell head over heels for him secretly. I smiled weakly, carefully stroking his black locks of hair, making him whine for Haena even more.

I cried in my silence, heart broken smile.

'This is unbearable, I don't think I could hold on like this any longer,' my painful thought whispered beneath me. I sniffed, silently trying to suck my fucked up tears to stop myself from cying, when I felt a pair of arms wrapped around my waist. Mino was awake, smiling gracefully as I snuggled into his arms initmately.

"Morning, babe." He leaned closer, rubbing my cheek against his's, making me purr bluntly. He pecked my lips, running his index finger onto my soft skin observing my face carefully. A moment then, Mino shot me a glance, raising one of his thin edges of his darkened brows. I shifted away a little, trying to avoid him looking at my swollen eyes from tempting to cry earlier.

"Babe, you cried.. again?" He traced his fingers along my under eyes. He emphasised the word again in a softer-toned voice. I nodded in agree. I stood quietly and stared at the floor, avoiding from his sharp eye contact. Mino gently cupped my cheeks and look at me with warmth and dearly.

"Look, I don't know why are you crying, but don't cry again, okay babe?" He kissed my lips softly.

"Hmm," I nodded, kissing him back. Mino kisses me again, but this time in a more passionately-rough kiss. He cuddled me in the duvet, with my legs wrapping around his waist and my arms around his neck. I groaned in arouse as his starts to pull my waist closer to his's as I felt his hard manhood rubbing against my butt.

...

Just like any other people who had their breakfast in the morning, I do too. Everyone stuffed themselves with bacon and eggs, I got stuffed with a dick. 'Ha. Sarcasm much,' I laughed in my clouds of thoughts. I took a glance at Mino who fell asleep minutes later after our morning session. Days went by, and every single morning, Mino would wake up after mentioning that bitch, then we will cuddle in warmth and sweetness, and soon the bitterness arrives when I get fucked by him.

'When will I be treated with love, and not lust?' I sighed and went back to bed, snuggling warmly in his arms.