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❝ I fucked you good then. Didn't I? ❞
Love is a funny word with so many interpretations of its definition. Famous professional writer Park Jimin believed love to be a warm feeling felt within his heart if he was in the arms of someone he t...
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Hot steam fogged over the crystal glass dividers of a heated bathroom in the 34th floor of one of Seoul's most desired apartments to live in. The sounds of a shower running hovered over the steamy room along with soft sighs. The warm water released from the shower head collided against the grey shower floor tiles and slowly disappeared through the metallic drain stop. A soft mellow voice belonging to a male, panted slowly and low. A male of age twenty-four stood completely naked under the shower head massaging his scalp with his fingers. His fingers could be considered smaller than average, but they were very agile at doing their work.
The male's fingers were buried against his pitch-black hair that had a few strands of starfish-orange colored highlights hidden between the sides. His skin was smooth and there wasn't any hint of sunlight which resulted in his skin being a bit paler than normal. He leaned his head back for the water to wash away the conditioner he had mixed a few minutes prior and once again parted his pair of wet red plump lips to release another set of low moans when the heated water collided with his skin; a few pink spots formed in his flexed arms—especially on his toned biceps—and shoulders—a few on his shoulder blades and down to his plump round ass cheeks—along with his fingers reddening; all caused by the very hot water.
The male's name is Park Jimin. He works as a successful writer with over thirteen published books of which ten were awarded with Best Selling Awards amongst other awards. Aside from being one of the most youngest and successful writers of South Korea, he was considered 5th of Korea's Top 10 Most Eligible Bachelors in their 20's-30's. Handsome, that's what the male was, but no matter how many times his family, his friends, or his fans assured him, he considered himself below average. Many young women had hidden thoughts about how Jimin was a waste of man because the truth was that his sexuality wasn't straight; and not only towards the writer but to other bachelors as well. No woman excited him sexually, the male's sexuality was homosexual, in other words, he liked men. But, nonetheless women and men still strived to become like him, someone successful and beautiful as they described him.
When Jimin finished washing off the conditioner from his hair, he turned around to face the metallic shower handle and he turned it to the left making it point upward; the shower head stopped releasing hot water as it was now turned off. The writer messily brushed his right hand's fingers against his damp hair as he opened the shower glass dividers with his left hand. Drops of water slid down his warm body while he grabbed the white towel hanging down to his left and then he stepped out of the shower. Jimin stood on top of the non-slip white bath mat placed down while he began to lean down to dry his body.
As Jimin finished drying his chest, he wrapped the long white towel around his waist leaving it to loosely hang around his defined v-line. He worked out when he could and it resulted in the striking toned set of abdominal muscles.
Jimin suddenly flinched and was scared the shit out of him—jumping and heart skipping a few beats—when he heard the loud ringtone of his black coverless iPhone XS followed by the loud vibrations it made on the marble bathroom sink just a few feet away from him.
