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BEFORE YOU GO (가이)

This story was so beautiful I had to repost it. T_T (cr) krismebaobei

"I gave myself to you, I always do.

Just know this before I go; that I am a man who only wants to love you." (♫)

Jongin was always fluid limbs, smooth movements, and you wondered how it was humanly possible for a person to be able to have so much control over their body. You sometimes wondered if Jongin was even human.

He loved to dance, although the term "love" seemed inadequate to describe the intense relationship between Jongin and the art. You firmly believed he was designed solely for that purpose. His presence on stage was captivating, it was addicting. He was addicting.

You had met in the oddest of ways, you searching for a pair of ballet shoes foryour niece's fifth birthday, and he, dashing smile and all, upon seeing you overwhelmed by the various styles, decided to usher you throughthe differences between the various brands and styles. "Ribbons are simply lovely when tied correctly." He said with a charming tilt of his lips, eyes crinkled, and you knew then that this man before you was trouble.

A simple thank you coffee turned into an "I'd love to see you again." And thereafter was only a whirlwind of sweet kisses and even sweeter nothings whispered in between mountain spring scented bed sheets

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The problem with Jongin though, was that trouble seemed to stick to him like a second skin. And you really shouldn't have expected more from the man who practically reeked of nightclubs and whose closet was lined with skin tight trousers and even flashier shirts.

The problem with you though, was that even through the bloodied knuckles and split lips, even with the beer stained shirts, he loved you so well, and you would momentarily allow yourself to fall back into your broken, imperfect love affair with the handsome male.

It was when the music that now seemed to be constantly playing throughout your apartment would slow, and on played song that even you could feel tingling down to the depths of your bones, he would pull you close and sway your body next to his. It was then that Jongin allowed you to be part of his seamless movements, and it was a feeling like no other. Those were the moments when the swelling of affection overshadowed the pungent scent of alcohol and cigarettes.

The dimly lit edge of the city was still terribly cold, and you struggled to even picture the return of spring. You could hear the padding of his socked feet on the hardwood floor as he made his way towards your bedroom. When he walked in, he wasn't at all surprised to see you wide awake, regardless of the ungodly hour. The bed was warm under the infinite amount of blankets you had wrapped around your body, and your hair was wild and loose, a dark contrast tangled across the light pillow case.

"Couldn't sleep?" Jongin questions, thin fingers looping around the knot of his black tie to undo the restricting fabric around his neck.

You shrug slightly in response. "My sheets reek of you, and it's not the same when you're not actually here to hold me." You answer honestly, Jongin had become rather good at sifting through your lies.

A heavy breath is released through his nose, as if this love placed the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"I'm home now." He finally says, and the word home rings loudly in your ears.

"Maybe you should just never leave," You say with a hint of amusement in your voice "Maybe you should just be my prisoner, you can be my personal bitch." Your hand grasps at the thin brown strands of his hair to tilt his head back slightly, and he laughs, loudly, a sudden warmth fills the room at the sound of his voice.