What's worse: losing the one you chose to spend your life with, or discovering he was killed by someone you love?
Dear reader,
Abandon all notions of affection and sweet romantic sentiments, for this story will shatter them if you dare to continue.
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Between rough touch and tender plea, We find a bond that sets us free. But in the quiet after fire's glow, I wonder—was I too much? Yet your presence whispers, no.
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Seungmin POV:
I shifted uncomfortably on the bed, feeling a weight pressing down on my chest. Blinking my eyes open, I found Changbin sprawled across me, his arm draped over my torso as if staking his claim even in sleep. The memories of the morning came rushing back, bringing with them a wave of embarrassment and an ache that lingered in my body.
I glanced over at the clock on the nightstand—4 PM. How long had we been asleep ?
Carefully, I placed my hand on Changbin's forehead, trying to push him off with just enough force to wake him without being too rough. He stirred, his eyes fluttering open, and looked at me with a lazy smile. "Is this how you treat the person you just slept with?" he teased, his voice still thick with sleep.
Ignoring his playful tone, I wrapped the light blanket around my naked body, attempting to sit up. But as soon as I tried to move, a sharp pain shot through ass, reminding me of everything we had done earlier. I let out a groan and collapsed back onto the bed, clutching the blanket tightly around me. "Fuck," I whispered, the word escaping before I could stop it.
Changbin chuckled softly, clearly amused by my discomfort. "You alright there?" he asked, propping himself up on one elbow to look at me.
"No thanks to you," I muttered, wincing as I shifted my position, trying to find some relief from the soreness radiating through my body. "I'm never letting you top again."
Changbin's grin broadened into a full, mischievous smirk. "Again? So you're saying you want to go there again? Interesting... Good to know," he teased, his tone dripping with amusement.
My eyes widened in realization, the weight of my own words sinking in. A flush of embarrassment crept up my neck, and I quickly scrambled to backtrack. "This will never happen again," I snapped, my voice sharp with conviction, though the heat in my cheeks betrayed my unease. "Forget what happened. It was a mistake—a one-time thing."
Changbin chuckled, his laughter a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through the air. "Sure, Seungmin. Whatever you say," he replied.
He stood up, stretching his arms over his head before reaching for his clothes. As he dressed, I watched him from the corner of my eye, my mind a jumble of conflicting emotions. What had started as a desperate attempt to distract myself had turned into something I hadn't anticipated—a connection that felt both foreign and oddly comforting.
But as much as I wanted to forget the morning's events, the reality of our situation lingered like a shadow over my thoughts. This was a mistake—a mistake I wasn't sure I could afford to make again, yet the memory of it clung to me, refusing to fade away.
