"It's not fun anymore, Min Yoongi. Normally, if another woman kisses you first, you'd be really wary and then you'd just cling to me like crazy."
".."
"It's not fun, so I'm going to find someone else~"
She slowly disappeared and began chatting with a handsome man. Yoon-gi, his legs giving out, slumped down, then sat down on a bench, covering his face with tears.
".. Are you crying..?"
He was crying, though there was no sound. He, whom I loved. He, whom I had briefly fallen for, was shedding tears. Without thinking, I hugged him. He hugged me back. It felt like I was the one holding him, but he buried his face in my shoulder. He was crying sadly. I held his cheeks, wiped his tears, and kissed him again. All I could think was that I was covering up all the hurt he had caused. From the dizzying kiss to the hazy state of mind. Isn't this feeling all because I like him, because I love him?
As soon as I touched his lips, he stopped crying, wiped his tears, and kissed me. This time, it wasn't just a simple kiss, his tongue even entered. This man was just fucking sexy. From the way he played with his tongue to the veiny arm wrapped around my waist. Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, Yoongi.
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