K I A R A

"My lady, why don't you just murder yourself?" His nostrils flare as he mocked calmly.

"Jimi-"

"You know how it feels when I see my bestie for life in a choke hold of another man with his hands gripping your ass in air and making out? Right infront of my mochi?"

"Let me expla-"

"There's nothing left to explain, my lady. This is unforgivable. The only way I get myself be free from sin is to take my eyes out, wash them thoroughly with holy water and again fix them into my sockets."

"But nothing-"

"How the hell nothing happened when you've such mosquito bite marks all over your neck and cleverage HUH? Don't outsmart me madame, I've way better experience than you and such excuses don't work with me got-"

"So you ain't a virgin?"

Dead drop silence.

"I mean-"

"Don't outsmart me, Sir."

He coughs and proceeds to say,
“Okay, everything aside. How was he girl? Isn't it like a fantasy come true? Was he roug—”

“I'd love to answer your dirty thristy questions only and only if I knew the damn answers, Jimin.”

“BABE! You can't do this to me! I've been dying to know it ever since I saw you both air fucking!”

“But we didn't, okay? Nothing happened among us. I remain a virgin while you're not, sir.”

“Want to lose your V-card with me?”

“I'm good, no thank you. Ugh.”
I flop onto the soft mattress that nearly took all my frustration, but that's the problem.

Nearly, not completely.

“And may I ask what frustration you're going through?” Jimin barks.

“The type of frustration you go through when V patted your shoulder and cold shower couldn't hel—”

“Bitch sleep, good night.”
I snort and greeted back, ready to fight with the upcoming haunting nightmares of today's event.

Our bare skins hot against each other in his bedroom, desperately wanting to be touched dirty. My body is on fire, for his hands roam all over me and he's kissing me hard, as if there's no tomorrow.

He grips on my waist and breaks the hot make out session, to glance at me smiling and lifted me up to his addicting lap.

Panting heavily, he asked me if I'm sure and I knew, I've never been this sure in this entire life.

This is so wrong Kiara, stop it. Your mother won't really appreciate this stupid stunt of yours just for fatal love.

Despite my inner thoughts were thrusting logical points into each other, this heavenly hellish boy, beneath whom I'm trembling hard, kissed hard all my curves, exposed skin, unexplored parts and I gasped hard. He, he worships me as if I'll vanish sooner or later.

This isn't love, I tell my ecstatic soul, This isn't love.

And I'm looking forward for love, not lust.

I opened my long closed eyes to find his eyes on me, filled with hearty tears and a smirk that made me close my eyes again from the sensation.

Something about this is questioning. Something. Is he feeling what I'm feeling? What do we call it, nostalgic? Deja Vu? But for sure, I'm overwhelmed by unknown feelings that feels like was kept hidden by a curse.

It was better hidden.

He does wonders in me. He spells magical chants which makes me feel alive and loved. He does something which me crave for him. More and more, and there's no going back.

I pushed him flat on the bed and sat on him. He was surely caught off guarded but held me still, supporting me on his sturdy abdomen.

I reached for his mole under his lips and gave it a peck. I pecked each of his moles, his nose, his eyes, his forehead, his cheeks and lastly, kissed his lips as if my life depends on it.

He smiled and deepened, and yet again, we were lost in our now united world.

It's him.

Just him.
Him, who is undescribable in words.
Him, who is majestic in every sense.
Him, who makes me feel loved.
Him, who granted my longed wish.

I fell beside him, puzzling him, as I hugged him. He hesitantly hugged back, insecure of my emotions at that moment. I wanted nothing but this, the feeling of being loved and the feeling of love. I wanted him. But with love.

“My lady, are you alright? Tired?” The concern in his voice makes it more hard for me to control my tears welling up in me.

“Hey, Ki, look at me. Did I do something? ” I hastily shook my head.

He cupped my face and looked at my teary eyes, boring deep with his,
“Is something bothering you? We can stop right here. You don't have to push yourself darling.”

“J-Jeon—”

I let the dam built inside me crash. Tears flew from my eyes to water his bare chest.

He hugged me tight, as if he wanted me to share the pain. He whispered sweet words, patted me and assured me, everything's alright. He's with me.

He's with me.

I woke up panting hard.
What on earth?
I looked over the clock which reads 3:20am. God, I knew I'll be getting nightmares. Well, we don't consider this as a nightmare, do we?

I went down to the kitchen for a glass and water. As soon as I stepped downstairs, a heavy ray of light flashed infront of me, making it hard to look through it. I waited for a while for the beam to calm down and what I saw was beyond my expectations.

Mother?

My mother is here?

Oh my, MY MOTHER!

Happiness is an understatement, I was beyond the moon.

“Mother! How—”

A hard slap greeted me.

“Don't call me mother from your filthy mouth. ”

To be continued~
End of chapter 12: Him

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OKAY SO—
Uhm yeah hi y'all.

So sorry if you expected an intimate romance this soon, I like my characters burning slowly in each other's aura and vibes haha.

Well, that doesn't mean it ends here.

With end I remember,
WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON "IT ENDS WITH US" CAST AND SET???

my god, I'm in tears.