❝I can do whatever I want to do with you, after all, I pay you for this.❞ It was the proximity and his sudden desire to press his body in mine that caused malfunctioning in my brain.
I lifted my knee high above the floor to the place between his le...
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Flaws | Johnny Orlando If I made a list of my flaws Well I'd be up right till the morning
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"There's no conflicting the fact that Jin was far more funnier than you." I said with a roll of eyes. He shouldn't have joked and ruin the fun of an interesting story. "Let's be serious from now onwards and whoever jokes first would do the worm dance!" I declared new rules.
Yeah, I'm the king, I'm the boss.
"I am serious. Minhee wasn't ready for pregnancy so we decided to adopt one. A few months into our marriage, we legally adopted Taehee." His vision got blurry as he started recollecting the memories. "Minhee didn't wanna get pregnant so she had an abortion which went wrong and got her all sick and... became the reason of her death. I wish I was more careful, I wish I understood her better... She could've been alive." He racked his deep brown locks with his hand and slightly pulled them in frustration.
I took his hands into mine to stop him from doing so because it could lead to hair fall and I would have gotten nightmares imagining a bald Taehyung.
When my hand came in contact with his, he looked up at me. His hurt gaze didn't beg for sympathy, it was just filled with regret. He somehow managed to give me a smile through his pain, lifting his cheeks which were stained by tears.
"Taehyung, I don't know what to say...I mean, I know it was a big mistake on your part but you can't keep regretting over it every time, can you? Everyone faces difficulties, but what makes us different from others is our way of dealing with it and sealing our wounds. So, let's move on." I slowly let out my thoughts, being careful of choosing the words that would give him momentary comfort.
"The only thing I can never stop to do is repenting. I let the lust overtake and here I am now, bound to admit the guilt." He buried his face in his hands silently sobbing or maybe telling himself to be strong and stop crying.
In a split second, I broke down too, sobbing harder than him. I covered my face because I didn't want him to look at my beautiful face while I ugly cried.
"Hey! I should be the one crying, not you. Why are you crying? Stob it. Stop crying..." His voice was cracking and so was my heart. His hand reach out to delicately remove my hand covering my face.
"You—lemme cry peacefully at least." I brushed his hand away and he giggled a bit.
"You're so weird, Y/N. I am so sorry for making you cry too." He apologized, but it was late. My tears could certify as a rainstorm. "A—look at your nose! It's so red right now."
"Do the worm dance," I said between the sobs and wiped off tears from my face.
"What?" He looked too confused at first but then successfully recalled my words. "Ah, c'mon! What are we? Some drunk teenagers? Enough with all the waterworks, Y/N. Let's go out and have some fresh air."
