{3:57 am}
You sat quietly at the edge of your bed, staring into your restroom. It was dark but the moon shines through the blinds of your window letting specks of light peer into the gloom room. You could only see a neverending blackness staring back at you in the restroom, but you knew. He was staring back at you. Suddenly he lunges forward making sure to grab onto your wrists and restrain you from touching him. “Is this how we’re going to meet every night?” You let out a laugh. “I like the mystery in it.” Jungwoo replies as he exhales against the skin of your neck. “There’s barely a mystery to it anymore. It’s becoming repetitive so I guess you’ve gotta find a new act.” You teased. He smiles and kisses your lips. “I guess you’re right.” He replies as he wraps his arms around you, his fangs tickling the goosebumps upon your skin. He rests on his elbow to get a good look at you. “You’re hungry.” He shakes his head. “Yes you are.” You sit up, pulling up the sleeve on your right arm but he grips it tightly. “I’m not hungry,” He says. “I can always tell-” “No. I’m not hungry,” he promised with his eyes. “Not for that.” He says as his hand stretches forward to envelope your face. Moments later you could feel his soft lips against yours, the taste of that bittersweet taste. You were reminded of it, relishing as his hand softly pushed you backward.
- love