Chapter 3
Sangwoo POV
This man. He had the hands of a sex offender. I didn't believe in love at first sight, but everything has changed. "Sir-" I couldn't even finish my sentence. He grabbed me and pushed me up against the olive oil rack. His lips pushed onto mine. It felt like fire and ice fighting for control. But I lost. I haven't felt this way in so long, the last time I felt like this was with, mom. Could this man replace her? He sure as hell would do a better job then yoonbum. We only stopped kissing for seconds to catch our breaths. We didn't stop kissing as we looked for a spot no one would find us. "W-What about t-the freezers." I tried to say as we made out. He only held me closer making it harder for me to speak. "Shh no more talking just fuck the life out of me" I was never the submissive type before. It felt wrong, but anything for Obama kun
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Sangwoo x Obama "Olive oil is dripping out of my asshole "(Whole foods edition)
RomanceYoonbum suddenly kills himself and now sangwoo is forced to find someone else to find love, could the one for him be... Obama kun?
