❝One day, you'll fall for this boy. And he touches you with his fingers. And he burns holes in your skin with his mouth. And it hurts when you look at him. And it hurts when you don't. And it feels like someone's cut you open with a jagged piece of glass.❞

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The subtle sound of raindrops hitting her windowpane is the only thing that can be heard as Jeongguk stares down at her.

It has always been written in their gazes, a chemistry, a seed of love, an invitation to learn about the other.

Then one day, they contrive a way to be alone, a chance for their bodies to communicate without the need for words.

He climbs on top of her, hovering over her figure. A small smirk is painted on his lips while she has a slightly panicked expression on her face.

"What are you doing?" She asks with widened eyes, lightly trying to push him away, but he won't budge.

The look in her eyes says that she is afraid of him more than anything. She lies completely petrified under his command, her lips quivering while his hands corner both her sides.

Her breathing hastens, the intense rhythm of her heartbeat undergoes an irregular count, hammering quicker than the lightning bolt as his hand slithers toward her body, searching smoothly for the seam of her dress.

She has done too much inconvenience for the day and he's afraid that one leads to many.

"This happens when you tease me all the time," he breathes against her face, only a few inches away.

His lips brush against hers in a teasing manner, his hot breath tickling her skin softly. Not innocently, like a tease but hot, fiery, passionate and demanding.

She wants to pull away before she loses herself, but her brain seems to be disconnected with her actions. In this minty moment, her senses have been seduced, and she can no longer think straight.

"Yura," he purrs into her ear slowly, prolonging each letter as if to savor them. She smiles faintly, her heart fluttering at his voice. Never before has her name rolled off of a person's mouth in such a sensational voice.

There's a tension between the duo that is just begging to burst. All of their teasing and provocations through text, or more likely through pictures, have made both of them this way.

"I've been waiting for so long," he breathes, leaning further into her, if that's even possible, considering their close proximity.

Her heart is hammering against her chest, making it harder for her to breathe.

He leans down, nearing himself to her neck, slowly, very slowly. His breath is fanning her neck area, then he tenderly brushes his lips against it, burning as they make contact with her neck.

Her eyelids flutter shut, craving more for his touch. Her hand runs through his hair and down to his neck, as the needed kisses become harder and more urgent. Another hand slides around her waist and pulls her close to his pine scented body.

He knows that once he kisses her neck, her resistance will crumble. After just a few delicate touches of his warm lips, her hands will start to do its bidding.

As he kisses her neck, a wave of pure pleasure runs through his entire body. Her scent is intoxicating, beautifully venomous to him.

"I won't let you experience the same pain you felt and went through as you were together with him."

He promises. He promised it.

Her hands fall down his back as her head swims, all previous thoughts stopping in their tracks. Now, there is only one desire, one wish, and both of them know that it's just a matter of time before it happens.

What happens if lust turns into love?