all my heart || skz

008

*WARNING: shit is about to get real*

What was I doing?

My hands were in his hair. 

This isn't me. I am not doing this.

His body was pressed against mine. 

I want to stop. 

I can't get enough. 

Vibrating. 

Ignore it. 

"Are you gonna get that?" Jisung let's out uneven, staggered breaths. 

I pull my phone out of my back pocket. "H-Hello." I clear my voice and try to regain my composure. 

"Y/N."

Changbin. 

"Hey, what's going on?" I turn to face away from Jisung, his lips way too distracting for my own good. 

"I think you better come home."

"Why, did something happen?" Panic began to rise in my stomach. 

"No, Everything is fine. I, um, reached a somewhat compromise with mom. And I think you better hurry over before she changes her mind."

A wave of relief. "Oh. Okay. I'll be right there." 

"Bye."

I hang up and turn to face Jisung. I tried to put on my best apologetic face, but I couldn't tell if it was working. 

I was never good at faking things. 

"Changbin wants me to come home. Something happened to my mom, it's urgent." He nods. 

But I was a great liar, wasn't I?

"Do you need a ride?" He tilts his head, towards the street behind me. I glance over my shoulder, seeing a motorcycle that I hadn't realized was there before. 

"Sure." 

He takes my hand. I follow him to the machine, which seemed to have gotten bigger than the last time I saw it. He gets on first, making room for me behind him. He holds out his helmet, a far away smile on his face. "What do you say, Y/N? How about one last ride?" 

I didn't love him. 

Maybe I had before, but not now. 

But my heart broke at his words. 

Was this the last time I was going to see him?

I take the helmet, slipping it on, and lifting myself onto the back of the motorcycle. I wrap my arms around Jisung, just like the first time. I set my head on his back and close my eyes, concentrating on his heavy breaths, just like the first time. 

"No matter how may times I get on this thing, it stills terrifies me." I laugh off my nervousness as he pops the clutch and it roars to life. 

He laughs, a sort of distant laugh. "Then you better hold on tight."

Just like the first time. 

We start off slow and gain speed, the wind whipping at my nose and ears. I took in a deep breath, the smell making me feel absolutely nauseated. But this might be the last time I am here with Jisung. 

Wow. 

It sounds weird when you say it out loud. 

There is a chance I might never see him again. 

I open my eyes and the sight amazes me. 

Just like it did the first time. 

I thought about all the places Jisung and I have been. Where we could have gone.