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"𝕳ey Nara, you need to see this,"
the beautiful voice says.I shut my eyes, smiling to myself. So it's just a dream? I reopen my eyes, only to be greeted by a pair of brown orbs— to which i internally scream at. This man's gotta realize just how gorgeous he is up close. Maybe he does. I unknowingly pout my lips, this man was prettier than me. It's just way too unfair. He must've read the expression on my face, no eyes, because he arched a brow as if mentally debating to himself. Mentally, yea, debating whether i was sane or not, tsk. "Nara. You with me?" he repeats, but with a change in his tone, this time, much softer. i closed my eyes shut again, memories of not less than an hour ago flooding back all at once, invading my brain's space.
Laughter and music. Shots. Loadsa shots.
it just so turnes out that the person i stumbled across — not to mension wearing my design, happened to be none other than the Jeon. The owner and runner to infamous club JJ. Of course, not having my trusty sidekick aka bestfriendthatditchedmeforherhunk around, i didn't have an option but to continue conversing with this inhumaly godly.. human, right?
Hey, what's the worst that could go wrong?
Soon we'd jumped over the informal introduction basis and all, we were completely laughing and drinking — and i'd be lying if i said i didn't see Jeon eye my exposed leg every now and then. Maybe lying to him about my identity wasn't the worst. But that was momentarily okay, cause i returned the favour, well, kinda. Let's just say i never got to examine him from head to toe before. Even if i did. I couldn't get my eyes off this man.
Jeon being the sweetheart he was, offered to take me around on a tour of the club's upper building, waving off a smug Jimin. And surprisingly enough, i took the offer.
And now here we are, breathy and half-concious from the alcohol, inches apart as we stayed low on what seems like his bed, as we continue to stare off at the glass ceiling, the moon and tiny stars scattered all 'round. I flutter my eyes open, turning a bit over to the side to see a much better sight, the mimicking of his brown now starlit orbs as he was so fully endorsed on examining the scenery. it's funny, you know. whenever he looks into my eyes, it's the look — as if he's trying to count stars off them.
"Jeon," "Nara," we both start off at the same time.
Expect, that was never my name.
Now facing me, as if i was fragile, Jeon carefully intertwines our fingers. Silence. He opens his mouth to say something, hesistates then pulls a defeated expression to his face before staring back at the stripped sky. i take this as the opportunity to caress my thumb over his hand, too comfortable in his hold. "Jeon," i try again, earning a small hum from the gorgeous brunette. "What do you see in those stars?" More silence.
Jeon loosens his hold on my hand, and brings it above his face, as if to grope at the moon. A faint smile dangling around the corner of his lips, he begins facing me with a sigh. "I saw your eyes."
That was all i needed to know, before i sat up, tears welling up my eyes. Why do you sound so genuine? Lie to me, Jeon. Just take me here and now then end it. i knew it. i knew it wasn't just him who saw stars in our eyes, and our eyes in the stars. but what if we were the moon and sun? what if we weren't stars?
"it's okay." and with that, he began to cup my face, combinig our bodies together as the same happened to our lips. minutes pass in that embrace, not before his large hands trace my shoulderblades, making themselves welcome to my hips, now the exposed thigh. We pull back for an ounce of air, our chests heaving and breaths colliding in unison as he has my forhead rested on his, our noses brushing each other's. "i'm not in for commitment, jeon. i'm-" he cuts me off rather hashly, molding his lips onto mine once more before replacing it with his finger, urgently hushing me. "me too, love."
And he was no longer big wealthy businessman when he said this; every single word came out with such sincirety and coated in pure pain. the little broken boy, was in front of me. just a little broken boy. And a little broken girl.
And so, cloth by cloth, we, two strangers, stripped our souls underneath the exposed starry sky, hands running over each other's skin, our lips grazing each other's as the night became young.
