J.WINTOUR || 박지민 || BangtanBoys || Royal Series || AU ⚜ [EDITING]

Heated ■

•Martina•

"H-hold on...slow down..."

My breath hitched at his speed and depth as he made love to me. I'd be a hypocrite to deny the fact that the feeling is gratifying...but once is enough as this is all new to me. However I've reached my peak for the second time that my body is about to give up. I'm starting to feel tired and dizzy... yet he seemed not to know what exhaustion means.

I can feel the warmth of his breath on my neck and the sweat on our bodies... the eagerness...

He can't get enough, he was eager to let it all out.

It's understandable...

After our visit to the jewelry store, we had a silent dinner. He was obviously affected of what took place a while ago. No matter how hard I tried to make him laugh, it seemed as though oppa was in a different world. After dinner, we went on different rooms...but later on, I found him looking down on me as I woke up from my sleep. He wasn't the man I made love with earlier today. He was different. Not much of words escaped those luscious lips.

He took me in his arms in such a way one is eager to release a suppressed tension. I felt that he needed this. Like silently telling me that I am the most comfortable outlet during this confusing moment.

I suppose...whenever he felt like this in the past, he would go to places...to people he can silently share his troubles with. Now he doesn't have to go anywhere or play with strangers...

He has me.

He claimed my lips as he reached his high. For the third time, I felt his warmth filled me. Panting, still no words...

His eyes on me...

I wiped sweat off his beautiful flushed face. Once again, he kissed me.

But no words came out from his mouth. Even after he pulled his strong body away from mine.

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I watched as smoke lingered around him in my dimmed room. Leaning by the open door to my room's belvedere, in his robe, he silently watched Paris while the mellow lights below glimmered on his beautiful yet unfathomable face.

In his hand, a cigarette.

His mind; somewhere else.

I got off the bed after wrapping myself with the blanket. Carefully, walked towards him. I held his arm but he just gave me a quick glance. I ended up lifting his arm and embracing him by the waist...

He wrapped his arm around me and puffed smoke again.

"Oppa... that's not good for you."

I lazily muttered. I was a bit hesitant to say it but did it anyway. Finally, he was able to say something.

"Don't worry...I do this only when I need to."