WITH YOU - haechan

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— NEEDY

"Wanna go on a ride?" Who knew that one sentence could change her life so drastically.

She sat in the passenger seat beside Donghyuck in his red Ford Mustang 1965. Old songs resonated through the car's radio, blanketing the pair with a somewhat comforting ambiance. She hummed along to the songs— him tapping his fingers against the steering wheel.

Not a word was said as Donghyuck slowly parked the car, at the edge of a look out. The moonlight shone brightly through the windshield, illuminating their soft features. The boy turned off the vehicle, silence enveloping the pair.

She couldn't handle the suffocating stillness, as her hand reached for the car's handle. Rinyoung mindlessly, pushed open the door and slipped out, slamming it closed after.

His eyes raked over her stumbling figure, as she neared the cliff's railings. She leant her body against the cold metal, shivering at the delicate touch. Stars smiled down at her as she held her chin high, feeling the night breeze gently blow past her face.

He couldn't help but follow suit, exiting the car— seeing as how she enjoyed the night so much.

Donghyuck stood beside her, his eyes glued to the breathtaking scenery presented. The city looked heavenly. It lit up the midnight presence with building lights and the endless youth radiating off of those who wandered the streets.

His heartstrings felt tugged at as his attention averted to her side profile. His orbs raked over her appearance, breathing in all of her perfections. Her features lulled him into a trance, as he couldn't remove his eyes from her beauty, but he wouldn't admit it.

Finally taking notice of his presence, she turned her head and fluttered open her eyelids. Her breath was caught in her throat, seeing how he was already staring at her. And even after being caught, he didn't stop. He continued to shamelessly scan her body entirely.

Oddly enough, she felt vulnerable under his gaze.

Rinyoung had so much power as an elite, that she could glance in anyone's way and make them lower their heads. She felt unbothered when people gawked at her and glared, but with him. It was a completely different story.

It was reversed.

The absence of her confidence made her confused. How could one make her so weak with just their eyes? She didn't know. But she liked it.

Similar to her, Donghyuck didn't know what came over him. The past few days, he has been entranced and enticed by just the thought of her, but now with her right in front of him. His senses were in overdrive. Thoughts were jumbled and swirled messily around his head.

Intoxicated by the soulmate bond, he stepped forward, shocking Rinyoung. Her eyes widened, but she didn't move nor stop him as he came closer. His feet inched their way to her, until his breath fanned her nose gently.

"Haechan—"

His lips captured hers in a rough kiss. They spoke a love language revolved solely around lust and need, not yet understanding the emotion of love. Donghyuck's hair tickled her face, as he tilted his head to the side, deepening the tender osculate they shared.

Maybe it was the way his plump lips molded with hers or maybe the soulmate bond that connected them, but at that moment she felt as if life was perfect, when in reality it burned painfully slow in front of her.

Her heart fluttered, and her breathing became erratic as her nose brushed against his. Before she realized her roaming hands, her palms landed on his chest. She felt the warmth that radiated through his simple tee.

Donghyuck wasn't innocent either, his hands found the curve of her hips, hooking his fingers through the loops of her jeans. Needy, he roughly pulled her closer, causing her body to slam against him.

The boy tilted his head up, releasing her swollen lips.

With hooded eyes, he stared down at her innocent image. Rinyoung's face was flushed red, a dark scarlet blush blanketing her cheeks. Her lips were parted, heaving for air as she jumbled handfuls of his t-shirt into her hands.

She was beautiful.

An animalistic growl fell from his lips, cutting off his thoughts quickly before he ducked down once again.

He was much more rough, nibbling on the tender skin of her bottom lip, as his hands explored her lower half, creeping at her back to above her behind.

She couldn't resist any longer and gave into his silent commands. She opened her lips, allowing her soulmate access to her mouth, which he promptly began to explore diligently. Their tongues collided and met for the first time, dancing together sinfully.

The pads of her fingers ghosted his neck, traveling slowly up to the nape of his neck. She weaved her fingers through his locks, earning a groan of satisfaction from him.

In a husky voice, he whispered— almost maliciously. "Good girl."