"...Okay, okay..."
He pressed me against the wall again and kissed me. He bit and sucked my lips, and inserted his tongue, making embarrassing and lewd sounds. One of his hands went to my waist.
"Yoongi, sir... You need to come to your senses."
My eyes are open. But, it's so sexy.
"Shall we just start from day one?"
"Hey, no."
".. it's a shame."
"What?"
"No, go. I'll take you."
".. Hehe..."
As I walked hand in hand with him, it started to feel real. When I turned my head, I saw his handsome profile. I smiled and felt so good. I love you, Yoongi.
"Why are you looking at me like this, are you handsome?"
"... yes."
"You too, Ms. Yeoju, are pretty."
"Huh..?"
"You're so pretty that I want to have you - "
"Let's kiss again here and now."
"I want to go to Yeoju's house and have a wild night without anyone knowing."
"She's a possessive woman -"
***
5 years ago
When Yoon-ki was 18, he was what was commonly called the kingka at school.
"..Yoongi! ..I..like you..."
Most of the girls confessed their love with blushing cheeks. They preferred bold, self-indulgent women, rather than those who stimulated their protective instincts. They said that was attractive or something.
"Your ideal type will likely never appear. Do you think there's a woman who's as brazen as you?"
"Then I'll be single for the rest of my life."
"That crazy guy.."
***
So, after I finished my military service and returned to school at the age of 23, I was working part-time at a cafe and making some money. When I was ordering, a woman came over and said I was handsome.
"I'm handsome, so just order."
"Please give me your phone number!"
I looked up and saw her properly. She was pretty. Just, pretty. But what should I do? I'm obsessed with Son Ye-ji. So I passed without even giving her my number. I guess it's true that I've met my ideal type. But I didn't feel any attraction.
And on the day Son Ye-ji finally fell for me, this woman was a good kisser. I held her in my arms and kissed her. I wondered if I was in my right mind.
But this woman kept liking me and hitting on me. She texted me, wanted to go to the cafeteria with me, wanted to hang out at the cafeteria with me. And I fell in love with her. I wanted to hug her, kiss her, give her all my firsts.
She blushed at my confession and kissed me before I could even hear her full affirmation. She's the personification of strawberry milk, with a juicy strawberry and a milky, yet bold, appearance. She's truly charming.
"I love you, Miss Yeoju."
I pressed down on my first expression of love and gave it to her. Seeing her loving reaction, I realized I was in love with this flavor. It was lovely. AndIt was fascinating.