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after dinner, namjoon wanted to go to the lookout point.
when we got there, everything looked the same since the last time we came. only now, i felt different when i looked at the city.
i felt free.
and namjoon did too.
i flattened my dress as i sat on the hood of the car, namjoon sat next to me. he smiled, "i can't believe it..."
"what?" i asked.
"that i'm known. my whole life i've always felt like a hermit crab. and now..." he chuckled lightly.
i laid my head on his shoulder, i exhaled through my nose, "i think this is the longest i've gone without killing someone..."
he laughed, "seriously?"
i nodded my head and he laughed again. he placed his hand on my thigh to bring me closer, but he stopped when he felt something.
"what's this?" he asked. he pulled my dress up a bit, only to reveal the knife under my garter.
"you carry this with you everywhere?" he chuckled. "you never know..." i grinned.
he smiled as he removed the knife, looking at it.
"it suits you," he scoffed. "it's not just any knife."
and he was right. the handle of my knife was a pink marble color, while the blade was matte black. custom made. just for me.
i sighed, "i don't see any use for it anymore..."
he hummed, "there was something i wanted to try, i think you might like it."
i furrowed my eyebrows as he hopped off the car, walking to the backseat door. i followed, curious about what he was doing.
i sat in the backseat with him. "come here..." he whispered, tugging on my dress. his hand cupped my cheek as he began to kiss me passionately.
his hand creeped up my thigh, squeezing firmly as he pulled me on top of him, man spreading underneath me as i straddled him.
i like where this is going.
his large hands were placed firmly on my hips, guiding me everytime i moved. i wrapped my arms around him, my fingers curling in the hair behind his neck.
