The Good, The Bad, and Wooyoung

obsession. /əbˈsɛʃn/
An obsession is an uncontrollable, persistent, and dominating preoccupation with a specific idea, feeling, or person. It is an intense mental state where a single thought or subject takes over your mind to the exclusion of other normal daily thoughts.

Obsession. That's what it was. Only within twelve hours of meeting him were you able to rewire Wooyoung's brain chemistry. He laid in bed, enveloped in his bedsheets filled with your intoxicating scent. Vanilla had always been his favourite. Yet it didn't fade as he laid there, hours after you left without saying goodbye leaving him to wake up alone. The side you occupied merely a few hours was now cold. Wooyoung's hands clasped the blanked tightly between his fists as he closed his eyes. The way you smiled shyly up at him right before he took your first kiss flashed in his mind. He groaned. He could still feel you on his fingertips, even the taste of your lips lingered on his, the taste of your skin-the taste of you...

He couldn't just go back to normal. He couldn't move on and pretend it didn't happen, and more than all-he couldn't bear the thought of any questions he had lingering left unanswered. After twenty-four long years were you able to give the man a head-spin he only had nightmares about. He never cared about the girls he hooked up with before, so why now? Why you?

You left. Of course you did. You were humiliated. You gave your first everything to a man you met online because your best friend made a harmless joke. But now you've done something you can never take back. You've paid the price by waking up, naked in a strangers arms-that's what he was essentially. You didn't know who he really was-what he was capable of. At least you would never have to see him again. You could pretend it never happened. But as you stared at the bruises on your neck and felt the ache between your thighs you realised you would always know the truth. But no one ever had to know. Right?