Soulmates a vague word with different meanings for a same person.
Imagine you live in a world, where soulmates are outmost important with which your attached to a thread.
No one is allowed to chase it but you feel it the presence of a dangling red t...
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'My eyes ache with the weight of unshed tears. You're my home, do you not understand?'
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Seeming like another creature bewitching her soul, controlling her to fall into sins this man in front of her is a perfect mix of other world beauty and a charm worth for her to fall for, still not understanding her feelings for him. Making her look like a mess of a human, her body turning a warm furnace with him. Her soul wanting to give into him his everything, tying itself to him making sure he doesn't leave. His fingers still on her waist darkness felt fading, light visible to her sight with a deep desire for him.
Flaming cheeks and trembling feet, Taehyung felt his world rock into mess with her. Typhoons in his heart and a big yes from her to be his muse. Resemblance of a strawberry her face had given her out, her body a mess which was always so soft to touch like a real life doll coming to life, her big eyes, dainty nose and kissable lips everything forming his fantasy come true. With his hand playing her waist and mind whispering wants and needs of desire, wanting her to remember his hands on her body.
He wanted her addicted to him so she could never leave no other man can make her feel this way, the only thought to cure the insatiable thirst for him with his name on her lips, crave and beg for more until all she could remember his name as the roses grew in her lungs he would take care of it.
'I want to see the whole studio?' she pouting played with his hair now almost letting him go into massage heaven, 'Please' he let out a breathy moan making her lose her mind, letting his hand loose off her waist, trying to take looks at her face getting his knees weak. Soulmates were not supposed to do this but one look from her eyes he would drown in water for her.
He forgot the way his body reacted to her soul, under a spell of love a look of desire his needs would wash away, the need to please her, make her feel good and love as if hiding her from world if it meant his ruins, the way her lips felt against his, soft petals of flowers or how their bodies intertwined perfectly, nestled under the piles of blankets. Laughing on the lamest jokes from the TV eating some snacks, breathy laughs with a full smile of her mouth making her look like a cat. The looks while cuddling, the desperation for touch, skin turning golden under the golden hour making her look ethereal. She is much more than he could see a hidden art in the word he loved appreciating.
Holding her hand as she gazed around the room noticing the tiny details of the room, the curtains were pure white while his desk contrasted in shades of brown along the wall with the best inspiration of pictures, her feet dragging him with her to see the pictures, all of them were black and white. One of them had a black and white picture of hers on their first date which she recalled on her birthday. Her picture was a little blur of her smile.
Her hands clamped her mouth in anticipation of the next picture. It was a picture of her cutting the cake. She looked worse, her hair looked a mess with mond and the shot looked like someone was trying to put a little effort in pictures. She for the first time loathed the way she looked, her cheeks were too puffy, her eyes almost closed and her face looked bigger than she assumed.
