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We were strangers until that first gaze, then suddenly soulmates.
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Jang-Mi

The last thing I remember is burying the back of my head into the super soft pillow on Yoongi’s bed and staring at the fluorescent galaxy stuck to the entire span of the ceiling for less than two minutes before I passed out. I have no idea how long it has been since that happened, but I wake up feeling completely disoriented and slightly panicked.

Looking around the room, my panic eases out a little when I see that it is still bright outside, which means it probably isn’t yet time for Areum to return home.

Groaning, I peel the blanket out of my body and try to get out of bed, when a hand on my stomach clamps me back down to the bed. Turning to my side in shock, I’m surprised to find Yoongi lying down right beside me, and, once my eyes find him, I breathe out in relief.

“Hey, when did you get back?” I ask him, allowing myself to relax a little next to him.

“Just a while ago. I couldn’t focus on anything, so I decided to close down for today, and I sent Seon-Ho back home.” He mumbles in a tired voice that sounds extremely hot and seductive.

“I see,” I gasp lightly when his hand coils tighter around my waist and jerks me closer to him.

“Are you not sleepy anymore?” He mumbles again, nuzzling his face closer to the side of my neck.

“What time is it?”

“Around noon. Why?” His hold on my waist loosens, and his fingers crawl up my arm, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps on my skin.

“I could sleep some more then,” I sink down a little more under the blanket, shuddering in excitement when I feel his legs against mine under the same sheets.

“Jang-Mi, can we get rid of this space between us?” Yoongi asks me, raising his head a little and peering deep into my eyes.

Without a word, I turn around with my back to him, hoping that my shuffling and repositioning is all the consent he needs. And he crawls closer, spooning me snugly and wrapping his arm tight around me. There’s practically no space between us as our bodies are stuck to one another, separated only by our clothes.

His hot breath blows on the back of my neck, and then I feel his lips touching the spot that he breathed on. The contact makes my skin bristle and toes curl, and I shut my eyes tight, feeling a twisting sensation within my stomach.

“Jang-Mi,” his voice sounds right beside my ear causing my eyes to squeeze shut further, and my skin prickles when his soft lips graze the shell of my ear in tender kisses. “I think I’m in love…”

My eyelids fly open, and I slowly turn my head around to look at him with wide open eyes and parted lips.

“I could have told this the first time we met, but I didn’t want to stun you like that. But yes, I love you, Jang-Mi. I really love you a lot,” his words are punctuated by his lips touching mine in a kiss so gentle and mesmerizing that it practically steals away all my words and my breath that I wasn’t aware I was holding in.

His hand softly squeezes my arm while our lips dance together, his tongue gently massaging mine, and when he leans back and opens his eyes, I see nothing but gentleness and sincerity in them.

“Yoongi, that’s fast. Like really fast,” I chuckle lightly, bringing my hand to push his hair out of his forehead.

“I know, but I don’t think time will change my mind. My love might grow deeper, but it’ll never not be there,” the depth of his voice and the solidarity of his words render me speechless.

He has definitely swept me off my feet from the very first moment he held me in his arms and comforted me. Yoongi and I have known each other for a very short time, yet, I haven’t felt so comfortable or so attracted to anyone in a very long time.

I have even wished to be by his side for a very long time, yet I’m not sure I would right away profess my feelings for him before I’m entirely sure about it myself.

“I think I might need some time to respond to that,” I say in a soft voice, hoping it doesn’t throw him off.

“Take your time. I will wait patiently to hear it from you…” his words trail off as he leans closer for another kiss, his fingers sliding through the hair behind my ear and gripping me tight to keep me in place.

His tongue glides along mine, arousing every nerve cell in my body and causing a pulsing sensation directly in my core. Yoongi drags his thigh over my legs and presses down his knee which is positioned dangerously close to where I’m aching to feel his touch right now.

My breathing accelerates, and my heart races when I trace my fingers up his arm, under the sleeve of his T-shirt and all the way up to his shoulder, digging my nails into his skin when his teeth gently trap my lower lip between them.

He tilts his head from one side to the other, allowing my tongue better access to his mouth while his large hand slips down from my hair to the side of my neck and then down my throat to finally rest at the base of my neck. His every touch sets my skin on fire, making every inch of my body blaze and crave to feel the heat of his fingers. I can hear the sonorous gushing of my blood coursing within my ears, and my fingers slide further over his body to feel more of his skin.

Passionate love with mutual consent and respect for one another’s body is what turns me on and sets me in the mood for intense love making, and he seems to precisely know just what my soul desires to experience.

“I’m dying to touch you in ways that would leave you begging for more,” Yoongi whispers into my mouth, making my body shudder with the feel of his plush lips moving tenderly against my sensitive lips. “But I wouldn’t do it without your consent,” a lingering peck to my lips seals his gentleman-ness.

The sexiness and masculinity of a man has nothing to do with his physical appearance or his voice or eyes or anything at all that is outwardly. It lies within his mind, in his words, and in the way he looks at and treats a woman who trusts him enough to be with him in bed. Yoongi is someone who lives by it.

I’m already aroused beyond the boundaries of my imagination, and my panties are soaked through. His words and gestures are only further amplifying the dire need to let our bodies quench this ravenous and carnal thirst by melting into one another.

Yoongi slides over, his body hovering above mine as our lips collide in a more heated kiss. His hip dips lower to meet mine, letting me feel his sexual arousal straight over my dripping wet core.

The pressure he applies, and the slight gyration of his pelvis makes my head plunge back into the pillow, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as I pant and gasp heavily. Lowering my eyes, I look at Yoongi straddling my body and staring at me with his seductive, hooded gaze.

“Are you going to take off the clothes? Or should I do it first?” I boldly gather the bottom of his T-shirt and impatiently roll it up in my hands.

With a smirk on his swollen lips, Yoongi lifts the garment off his body and tosses it aside.

There are lots of tiny scars that he seems to have been carrying around for many years, judging by their appearance. They stand out against the pale skin of his body, and I greet every little perfect imperfection by tracing my fingertips slowly over the scars on his abdomen, up to his chest, and further up I circle his pink nipples with the pads of my fingers, allowing my hands to take him in in the most delicious way possible. Yoongi sucks his teeth in response, and there couldn’t be a better feast to my senses than this.

He climbs out from top of me, lowers his jeans to the floor and steps out of it. The briefs he is wearing doesn’t do much to hide his large bulge that is restrained uncomfortably, more so against his wet tip.

Yoongi tucks his fingers into the waistband of his joggers that I’m wearing, and since he is a slim built man, his clothes fit me reasonably well. His eyes lift to look at me, wordlessly seeking for my permission before he could make another move.

I nod my head, giving him my consent, after which he lowers the joggers and takes it off completely, leaving my lower half exposed to him.

When I try to unbutton the sleep shirt, he holds my wrists and stops me.

“I want to do it. Can I?” He asks me, his hand still firmly gripping my wrists, not tauntingly though.

I drop my hands back to my side, allowing him to undress me at his own pace. Straddling my body with his thighs, he leans closer and undoes each button, pressing a tender kiss to the exposed skin each time. My lips part in bliss, and I can feel my blood rushing in excitement.

I thread my fingers through his hair, wanting to keep him and feel him as close to me as possible. When he’s done undoing all the buttons, he lifts his torso up and pushes the shirt out of my body. He takes a moment to look at me, trailing the tips of his fingers over the numerous stretch marks on my stomach and waist.

The flimsy bra that I’m wearing today does not conceal my erect nipples, and when Yoongi moves the straps down my shoulders and lowers the cups with both hands, they point straight at him.

He takes it as his invitation to bless them with his kisses, softly flicking his tongue around them and making me emit a string of moans in response. With one hand he fondles my breast and flicks one nipple while his tongue and teeth do the same to my other nipple.

Yoongi lifts himself off me and drags his hands down my body, lowering his eyes and following the movement of his hands with his unwavering gaze. He stops his hands right at my lower abdomen and looks up at me.

“Are you sure about this?” He asks me in a deep whisper, locking eyes with me for a few seconds.

“Yes.” I reply, not just out of desperation or sexual excitement.

But I want him to know that I trust him and like him a lot. I want to let him express his love without any reservations, and I want to feel it with all of me.

I want us to become one.

Once I confirm, he is quick to get rid of our undergarments. His lips sear my lips with a passionate kiss as he locks his fingers with mine and sinks into me, slowly and sensually, awaiting my acceptance before his hips pick up pace.

I keep my legs locked behind his back as our bodies rock in sync with the smooth thrusts of his hips, my ears already experiencing euphoria from listening to his masculine moans and lewd curses.

My gaze lowers to our lower halves where our bodies are joined, melting into each other, and my heart flips at the sight of his hips blending in with mine. His hands are gripping the sides of my hips with an intense fierceness, and, despite the paleness of his skin against my slightly tanned skin, it is unclear where he ends and where I begin.

Yoongi dips his face to bury it in the crook of my neck, our chests gliding against one another as he keeps grinding and thrusting his hips into mine. My fingers tangle into his messy locks, gripping on to them for dear life as I inhale his manly scent, which accelerates my ascension to bliss.

“Yoongi,” I moan, my words dying in my throat when he raises his head to lock gazes with me, his hips not missing a single beat.

“I love you, Jang-Mi,” he stutters, and the next few seconds that ensue his confession feels like my body and soul become one with him.

We’re making passionate love, and a voice resounds from the pit of my heart and tells me that I’m in love with this man. The familiar voice knows not to lie, and I know it all too well. But I have no idea what holds my tongue back from articulating my love for him with my words.

I want to say it back to him, but I’m unable to do it.

This beautiful moment that we’re sharing will elevate to a new level of intimacy and explode with boundless love if I confess right now. I know it, but I still don’t do it.

A few tears sting my eyes and gather at their corners when I feel like I'm betraying him by not giving this moment my fullest. My tears begin to slowly drip down towards my ears when I feel his hips losing rhythm and finally filling me with his warmth. His eyes are closed in pleasure, his jaws clenched tight, and he throws his head back, breathing at a haphazard rhythm.

I don’t finish with him because as much as I should be enjoying this moment of pure ecstasy with the man who won my heart after all these years, I’m feeling a weird mix of emotions somewhere within me that is restraining me from crumbling beneath him.

Men are known to have their sense of self tied largely to their sexual performance, and I do not want to distort Yoongi’s confidence in any way. But I also don’t think my body is reacting the way it should be doing.

My heart, mind, and body are all out of sync, and I’m having an internal conflict where I’m contradicting my own thoughts from moments ago. So I end up faking an orgasm just so he wouldn’t feel inadequate. I clench and release my walls around him even when I’m not actually climaxing. I do not want him to think that what we did now was meaningless. I do not want him to think that the love he expressed was not in a way my body could understand.

I’m unable to name my emotions, but I know that I love him immensely, and I absolutely do not regret what just happened between us. All that I know is that I want to be the woman who fully deserves his love, but I’m not entirely sure if I’m there yet.

Once he is done releasing fully, Yoongi starts to go soft inside me. His head dips to the middle of my chest, panting. I hold him close to me, trying to take care of my tears at the same time.

His breathing pattern returns to normalcy in a short while, and he gently glides out of me, silently proceeding to get cleaned up and dressed in a fresh pair of boxers thereafter. I collect my inner garments that are strewn on the floor and wash myself up before I start getting dressed.

“Hold on, Jang-Mi. Do you want to lie down with me for a while? We need to talk,” Yoongi’s solemn and serious voice stops me, causing a slight shiver to run up my spine.

Published on : 12/21/2024