You Are My Forbidden Fruit JiKook

It was the darkest of the hour. One bedroom, one door, one window, one bed and two people.

The harsh whispers of the forbidden hour, the rough thrusts in contradict to the soft kisses. He whispered nothing, he whispered everything, he meant it. He didn't.

But he did mean it.
Every word.
Those weren't lies.
Those were hidden secrets.
From the ears of loved ones.
The unexpected gazes.
The harsh grip.
One is too afraid to love, while the other is too afraid to let go.