Minjun's point of view:
I walked through the streets of ancient Rome, trying to follow Yoan-min's directions to Jirae's house. I kept my eyes low, on the ground, feeling low as I walked further and further.
I took a small right and if my assumptions were right, the second house was Jirae's. It was huge, the size amusing me. It worried me, Jirae's loneliness, I know how lonely it can get when you live in such a high house all alone. Jirae simply doesn't deserve it, cause loneliness, it can eat up people's souls no matter how strong they are.
I believe in mental connection with people, the way two minds come together, linking each other to one another, never letting go no matter what. I know that I feel it with Jirae with the way his eyes stare into my own, into my soul, with the way every touch of his burn my skin, setting it on fire.
My heart raced at the thought of him everytime, the way words flow ever so smoothly from his velvet-like lips, the way I could feel myself getting lost in his orbs that held so many indescribable emotions, it makes me shudder.
I finally reached his house, banging it with my hands since I knew knocking would hurt my knuckles. It was a hazy evening, the one that would make you want to curl up in bed, want to spend the day with your love, cuddled up all day long.
The clouds held a pinkish-red color, the way the universe works always makes me look at it with awe. It was cold, the soft winds making goosebumps rise on my skin every now and then.
It was turning dark, the pink turning into dark blues slowly. The color of the reddish sky reminding me of the blush Jirae held that day, blooming ever so slightly, elegant, in a way that made me want to caress his cheeks softly, made me want to plant child-like innocent kisses on his blooming smooth skin.
Jirae opened the door, looking up at me through his lashes. His eyes were so soft, they made me melt every time I meet them with my own. He sparkled under the lighting, the stars in the skies couldn't compare. He was art, all those paintings couldn't compete.
"Minjun," He called out my name, the way he said it made me want to hear it more and more, "You came..." He finished, his deep voice soft, tone unsure. How could I not go to him when he was everything I needed, all I've ever wanted?
"Of course, I did..." I whispered softly, the want to protect him from even the smallest of things filling my mind. I placed my warm palm on his left cheek as nuzzled into the comforting warmth, the action never failing to make my heart flutter, the love organ pumping blood faster as Jirae filled my deepest void, the one that laid at the bottom of my heart.
He took my hand in his, intertwining our fingers as my gaze fell to our interlinked hands, a small fond smile lighting up my face as soon as I saw his own unique smile. He softly tugged my hands, lightly pulling me in,
"Come in, Jun-ah," He invited, making me compile. How couldn't I? I let go of his cheek, letting myself get dragged into his house, our fingers still together, intertwined. He offered me boiled water, I got it, drinking it in small sips.
"So, Jirae... it's okay if you think I'm being nosy. I just want to meet with you, be it morning or night. So, can you please tell me?" The words might seem a little demanding but, the way I let the words flow out of my mouth seemed smooth, with the smoothness and softness Taehyung deserved.
"I want to tell you, Minjun b-but, promise me first," Jirae's voice wavered, the tone of his voice scaring me as he never stutters. He always seemed so confident, maybe it was all a façade to hide his fragile self. I felt the vulnerability he held as if it were my own, I felt the anxiety he held as if it were my own. I felt as if Jirae was my own, a part of me.
"Promise you what, love? Tell me, I'd promise you anything you ask for..." I whispered reassuringly, cupping his cheeks as I felt his eyes glowing further, his tears shining from the edge, falling softly on my hands as his eyes met my own.
"P-Promise me that you'd a-agree to what I'd say after I tell you everything..." His voice was a hushed whisper, I couldn't help but, embrace him. I embraced him like he was the most important, which he was, I just wanted him to feel it. His tears, I could feel them on my skin as I held him close, rubbing small comforting circles on his back, slowly soothing him out.
"I promise, Jirae... I promise you that I'd do anything you ask of me..." I muttered, pulling back from the hug, looking him in the eye, promising him with every being of me. I would do anything for him to be happy...
As I leaned in closer, his eyes fluttered close, his eyelashes touching his baby pink cheeks. I caressed his cheek softly, watching them bloom further, darker. I leaned in even further, our breaths tangling themselves in each other, our lips nearly touching.
I placed my lips on his soft ones, melting into each other, embracing each other becoming one... It was euphoric, my insides twisting at the feeling. We slow kissed, the emotions we held visible to each other, so sweet it made my heart warm in so many ways, I felt giddy.
Then I felt warm droplets on my skin, Jirae's tears... I pulled away, panic visible in my voice as I spoke, "Baby, did I do something wrong...?" I wiped his tears away.
"M-Minjun, make l-love to me..." He whispered, starling me as I looked into his beautiful eyes, searching for comfort and permission. They just always pull me in, no matter the situation.
"Are you sure, Rae, hmm?" I cooed softly, melting into his arms as he pulled me in for a kiss. It was more fierce than the previous one, out of breath as I sneaked a hand to his hips, squeezing and soothing softly as he hummed in satisfaction.
He pulled away, his baby pink lips now adored with a soft red, swollen, "I'm sure, Jun... Please make love to me..." Jirae looked at me with hopeful eyes, his orbs glowing. Oh, how can I ever say no to someone as precious as Jirae?
"Yes, I will, my love..." My breath heavy as I laid him down on the floor, hovering over him, kissing him passionately as he kissed back with the same ferocity, palming my crotch with his slender fingers, just a ghostly touch, making me moan in his mouth as he humming softly, his other hand digging itself into my hair, pulling it with the right amount of hardness, making me let out occasional groans.
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