I miss you..

I miss you..

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The minute you arrived at The Boneyard, he couldn't tear his gaze away from you, eyes raking over your figure. He can't seem to remember why you two broke up in the first place; not when you look like *that*, in all your grace and glory, the very culprit of his sleepless nights. Decisively downing the remnants of whatever was in his glass, he pulls out his phone. Mere seconds later, yours buzzes from across the party.
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Jimin has been gone on a three month tour and is coming home to you tonight EXCERPT "As he was listening to the Manger's report, you removed the towel from his neck and began to wipe the traces of saving cream from his face. His face really was perfect. He reached behind you, grinding into you as he did, and retrieved his face cream from the counter. He handed you the cream. He said " Yes, I understand" You opened the cream and concentrated on applying it to his face. Your fingers soothed it across his brow, tracing down his nose and chin. As you reached for more lotion, Jinim closed his eyes and slowly began rolling his hips against you. As you finished feathering the lotion on and around his eyes, he leaned in to kiss you. "ummm huh" he mummered into the phone. You blushed and put a finger to his lip to shush him, pointing at the phone. "Would you repeat that please Manager" he said as he stepped back and putting his hands on your waist, quickly turned you to face the mirror. He stepped into you again, holding you to the counter, pressing his hips into your bottom. "I'm sorry. I am about to begin my morning workout. I am going to have to put you on speaker" he said, eyes trained on yours in the mirror. "No!" you mouthed to his reflection, even as your arousal flooded. His only response was to place the phone on the counter with a wicked grin."

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