The world tilts on its axis when his lips meet yours. You’ve been waiting for this for so long, it feels almost like this is a dream—like you are walking across clouds and stars, like your heart might burst out of your chest at any second. But the weight of his hands on your face pulls you down to Earth so quickly it gives you whiplash, and then you are finally kissing back, hands gripping at his hips like you’re afraid he might disappear any second.
Hoseok grins when your lips part, his forehead resting against yours. It’s the smile you fall in love with every time you see it, the boy you fall in love with every time you see him. “Did you miss me?” He asks, breath fanning your face—and if it were anyone else, you would’ve been annoyed, but you’ve long since given up on ever being annoyed with anything Hoseok does. He can do no wrong in your eyes, because you know the heart that beats in his chest is not capable of bad, of wrong.
“I did,” you whisper, because speaking any louder might break this moment, this bubble you’ve both found yourselves in. It’s been too long since you last saw him—days and weeks passing by so slowly, so torturously, without him by your side. Your best friend and most fierce supporter. “Why did you kiss me?”
The question doesn’t burst the bubble, doesn’t take you back to a second before his eyes met yours. “Because I’ve been wanting to for so long.” His nose brushes against yours as angles his lips closer, hovering just shy of kissing you again. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” you reply, curling your hands tight around his shirt. “Do it again.”
When Hoseok’s lips meet yours again, he drops his hands down to your waist, pulling you closer. This kiss doesn’t convey the longing of the last one. This kiss isn’t the climax of separation, an unexpected reunion. This kiss is desperate, hungry—it’s claiming something that you’ve been wanting for so long. And this is definitely something that you have been wanting, needing, for so, so long. You have yearned for his lips on yours, his hands on your waist, his heart in your palms.
“Don’t leave ever again,” you beg, breathless, head dropping to his chest.
Today has been... a rollercoaster of emotions, to say the least. I'm angry, upset, heartbroken, but most of all, I'm worried. I'm worried about Hoseok and how this must be hurting him, how heartbroken he must be to believe there is no other option for him but to leave. He deserves better than this. He deserves to carry on living his dream with his brothers, and I hope with all of my heart we see an outcome where this happens. I hope we see MX reunited as seven instead of moving on as six. I just want Hoseok to be happy, and only an idiot can't see that he is happy with his members.
these companies are evil. after all their investment in wonho, and all the work he’s done for the group and fans, starship decides to drop him from the group in the middle of a comeback. and in the same breath claim they’re going to fight against false rumors. if the rumors are false, why kick wonho out? anyone with a soul would stick with him to ride out the rumors and focus on the long-term goal. this year has been so disgusting, from hanbin to woojin to wonho. i can’t stand these useless executives.
perhaps some more news will come out, and there will be some justification for what starship has done. but from what we know, wonho and all of monsta x have been treated wrongly. starship should be ashamed.
And what makes this hurt even more is the fact that he literally worked so hard to be in Monsta X and continued to work hard during his time with them. He gave his all and always tried to be the best version of himself that he could possibly be and with how he worded his letter, he sounds like he thinks he’s disappointed us, but he hasn’t. He never did and never will. Even now, I’m not disappointed with him because he’s human and no one can be perfect.
i'm digging my heels in. i refuse to let wonho go, not when he was backed into a corner and left because he felt like he had no other options. he didn't do anything wrong just by existing, and i won't let him leave thinking that this was his fault or that he did anything to warrant being treated this way.
he's good. he's so fucking good. even before i knew who he was, i knew wonho's heart. there has never been a celebrity or an idol who loves as freely and openly as wonho does. you can see the love and appreciation he has for monbebe everything be does. it's all around us—it's in his daily fancafe posts, his selcas, in his music. when i saw monsta x in atlanta this july, i was still a casual fan, but seeing wonho in action—seeing how hard he worked, how dedicated he is to his art, how he pushed through despite everything—i could feel how much he loved monbebes and even though i wasn't one myself yet, i felt loved too.
wonho is monsta x's heart, they aren't monsta x without him, and i will NOT accept this.
Oh, and don't give me that this was Wonho's decision crap. Starship didn't care. They didn't fight hard enough for him. He thought his rumors were ruining the image of Monsta X. Somebody should told him how untrue that was.
Also, let's take into consideration that Wonho is under a contract and you know how contracts are in the kpop industry. He would only be able to leave Monsta X, if Starship had no problems with it. Starship allowed him to leave, so he left. I'm furious and crying at the same time.
Hyunwoo likes to take his time with you. Likes it when you’re sitting on his lap with your hands on his neck and his on your hips. Slow, soft, with a hint of anticipation—you know what comes next. Hyunwoo’s lips have the ability to pull you apart and piece you back together, to turn you into a puzzle for his entertainment. The boy could spend hours playing with you, focused on you.
Hoseok |
Hoseok likes those slow sessions, those very nearly desperate sessions. Mouths only parting when your lungs have been starved of oxygen. It doesn’t matter the position—if you’re looking up at him with those fucking heart eyes or if you’re sitting pretty in his lap, eyes full of mischief and sin—, he just likes having his mouth on yours, likes drawing those pretty little gasps from bruised lips. It’s only fair, your name always falls from his like it holds all the secrets to the universe when you’re like this, after all.
Minhyuk |
Minhyuk likes to touch—likes to use your desperate kisses as an excuse for his hands to wander, fingers tracing indecipherable patterns in your skin, over your clothes, under them. Those kisses are frantic and desperate, like he can’t wait to get to the next step, to go further. Make-out sessions made something dirtier with each slow grind of your hips, the sneakiest tug of his hair. ‘Baby girl, I’ll let you use me.’
Kihyun |
Kihyun likes to watch you squirm—lips meeting yours only when he’s satisfied that you’re a moaning mess beneath him, neck covered in new little marks, proof that you’re as much his as he is yours, and shirt discarded somewhere on the floor. When his lips meet yours, there’s no telling for who’s sake it is. His, yours, both. All he knows is that he needs to kiss you, to have you kiss him back as his hands make homes in the curves of your hips, just like his lips find a home in yours. These kisses last a little while, long enough to calm you down before he gets to rile you up again, all a part of this game, this routine.
Hyungwon |
Hyungwon could—and would—kiss you for hours. Kissing you is his favourite way to start the day. On his bed, you on your back and him on his side, leaning over you, hand on cheek and lips on lips. The perfect wake-up call, he calls it, smiling as he pulls away only to delve right back in. Fingers curl in the tangled mess of your hair and push the strands away from your face, and all you can do is pull him back down to you because fuck, this is your best wake-up call, too. Mornings with nothing to do are his ideal days to kiss you like this, to bring you to life with nothing but his lips. He doesn’t like to be rushed. He just wants to take his time with you.
Jooheon |
Jooheon likes to make you beg for it. Seated on his lap, hands in his hair, begging, ‘Honey, please, please, kiss me.’ But you’re only begging like this because you’ve been bad, and Jooheon never gives in straight away. When his eyes fall upon your pout, when your body starts to pull away, that’s when he kisses you. Kisses you breathless, shifts until you’re beneath him with your back atop the couch. Kisses like this remind you where your heart belongs, and it belongs with him. Not those boys you flirt with in the club, not those boys that ask for your number, but him. Jealousy is an ugly colour, but your Honey wears it so well.
Changkyun |
Changkyun likes to pull you onto his lap as he lies back against his pillows, looks up at you with that pierced eyebrow quirked as if to say well? He likes it when you lean down first, lips capturing his desperately, your hands curling around his shoulders like you’re trying to keep yourself anchored to this Earth. But baby, he’s the one that needs to free his head from the clouds, because your lips taste like Heaven and he’s ready to fly.
· “He was all over you,” is whispered against your ear. Kihyun’s hands grip your waist just right, just how you like it, hard enough to make your heart stutter.
· He crowds you against the hard wood of the door, presses against you. So close you can’t even tell your heartbeats apart.
· “Baby,” he sighs against your lips, gripping harder; a desperate need to get you undressed, to get you under him, driving his every move. “Couldn’t you see how he was looking at you?”
· Hands move downwards, grazing the fabric of your short little dress until they come to rest on your ass. He squeezes then, moves his lips to your neck and peppers the skin with kisses—on top of days-old bruises that are beginning to fade but will be brought back to life in just a little while if Kihyun has any say in it.
· He does.
· “Couldn’t you tell he wanted to fuck you right there and then?” asked as he hoists you up, legs curling around his waist and hands desperately scrabbling for his shoulders, a gasp passing wine-kissed lips.
· You think back to the club—back to the bar, where a friend of a friend struck a conversation you thought was completely innocent to begin with, but then he’d started with the lingering touches, the thinly veiled compliments. You remember the feeling of his eyes on your lips, your chest, your legs—spurred on by alcohol fuelled confidence and an unlimited supply of stupidity.
· He hadn’t seen Kihyun, but you had.
· And this is where it got you.
· Kihyun’s lips finally find yours, and you’re not sure if the kiss clears your mind or ruins you completely. It feels a little like coming alive again, like a drug you’ll forever be addicted to.
· Your fingers tangle in his hair but Kihyun doesn’t react. His mind is focused on you, on moving you, on getting you to the sofa, on getting you naked and writhing underneath him.
· Before you can register that he’s walking, your back is hitting the sofa.
· He hovers over you, an artist admiring his masterpiece, and unbuttons that shirt you’ve been dying to rip off him since you left the apartment hours ago.
· Shirt discarded, Kihyun leans down, claims your mouth with his while his hands push the skirt of your dress up, up, up. So he can look down and see the pretty lace of your panties.
· “Baby girl, he wishes he could get you like this. So pretty and so desperate.” Fingers dip beneath midnight lace, drawing filthy little whines from your bitten lips. “But I’m the only one who gets to see you this way, aren’t I?”
· Your breath catches on an agreement, his teeth against your neck and driving you wild. “Just you,” you whine, a vow and a request all in one, “Only you, Kihyun. No one makes me feel as good as you do.”
· When he finally sinks into you, all memories of that acquaintance in a bar are chased from your mind, leaving a repeating record of Kihyun Kihyun Kihyun. Hands gripping hips and thighs and waist—he’s everywhere.
· He swallows your moans like they’re necessary for his survival, a desperate urgency in his kiss as he lifts your leg over his shoulder, driving himself deeper and deeper inside you, chasing away everyone that came before him and ruining everyone that might come after.
· “You’re so beautiful, baby,” he groans against your neck, “And you’re all fucking mine.”
HOW MONSTA X REACT WHEN THEY REALISE YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON THEM |
HYUNWOO |
· He doesn’t realise it himself.
· Instead, you tell him one night as your sitting together on your sofa, a movie playing in the background as a sign of a weekly tradition of movie nights and junk food.
· Both go ignored tonight, though, as your confession hangs in the air.
· At first, Hyunwoo wouldn’t know how to react.
· His immediate thought, after all, is ‘this is a joke,’ because the idea of you liking him back has never once crossed his mind.
· Because Hyunwoo has had feelings for you since the damn moment he saw you, and they have never once wavered between then and now.
· He tries to act casual about it, but he can’t hide the way his cheeks turn red nor the smile that lights up his face.
· It’ll take him a few moments to process everything, but he’ll still ask, ‘You like me?’ to be completely sure.
· He doesn’t want to ruin this, after all. He doesn’t want his hopes to get the better of him, only to have you mean it platonically.
· But, you don’t—you like him, and you’re blushing, too.
· His smile will only grow, and he’ll ask if he can kiss you.
· And he does. He kisses you with so much passion and so much care that it takes your breath away in an instant. His hands cup your face and yours cling to his shirt, and Hyunwoo swears he can feel everything fall into place.
· “Let me take you on a date,” he’ll breathe against your lips, because he’s been wanting to take you on dates since that very first day. He’s wanted to hold your hand and kiss your cheek and fall asleep beside you—and now he knows his feelings are reciprocated, he can finally do all of those things and more.
· (The ‘more’ comes after that first date, wine-stained lips and wandering hands, promises of, ‘I’ll treat you like a Queen,’ that you know will prove true.)
HOSEOK |
· You’ve kept your crush on Hoseok a secret for months now. Because telling him would be crossing some sort of line, wouldn’t it? You might be one of his closest friends, but you’re his stylist first—and isn’t there some sort of rules against dating the idols your working with?
· So, you think keeping it a secret might be for the best—Hoseok won’t find out that you have feelings for him, and that’s that.
· Except, that is most definitely not that. Because Hoseok isn’t stupid, and you’re not as subtle as you’d like to think you are.
· He picks up on things, like the way your gaze lingers on him, or the way your body tenses when someone else flirts with him—how it looks like your heart might break when he flirts back. He notices the red tint to your cheeks when he sits too close, the way you freeze up for a split second when he drapes his arm across your shoulders. These things that didn’t affect you before—when you first started hanging out, as more than co-workers and newfound friends—but do now.
· He wants you to tell him yourself. He wants to hear the words come from your lips so they can be met with his own. He isn’t sure when he started liking you this way, but he knows that his heart has been yours for a while now.
· But you don’t tell him.
· Every time he thinks you’re about to, you say something else. When everyone else has left, and he’s driving you home with just the stars to guide you, you sing along to the radio—a love song, always a love song, and Hoseok isn’t sure how much more his heart can take.
· And then comes the New Kid. His first day on the job as a new member of their team, and the man—if Hoseok can even call him that, kid looks younger than Changkyun—makes it his mission to flirt with you at every opportunity.
· It drives him insane, this ugly feeling that festers deep inside of him. He doesn’t like the lingering touches, the invisible marks this man leaves on your skin. He spends most of the day glaring at the kid, who has no clue what he’s done wrong, and asking you what you think of him.
· When he asks you on your way back to his apartment—where you are both determined to eat the mountain of McDonalds you’ve just grabbed—, you can’t help but say, “Why? Jealous?”
· He says, “I am,” but you’re not expecting it. Nor are you expecting the softness to his eyes as he glances sideways at you.
· Your heart stammers to a halt, you’re sure of it, as you stare at the side of his face. He’s focused on the road, but his hands have turned white with the force they’re clutching the steering wheel with. Almost as if he’s using it as a lifeline. If he lets go, he’ll lose control—because what if he’s read this all wrong and he’s lost you forever?
· But you reach over and place a hand on his arm; warm, comforting. Words that he has come to associate with you, and his grip relaxes.
· “Hoseok, what are you saying?” Your voice is a desperate whisper, audible only to Hoseok and the stars.
· “I’m saying I like you,” he breathes the words like they’re a confession of guilt. “Is that okay?”
· And, of course, it is. It is okay and you tell him that, and one hand drops from the steering wheel to intertwine with yours.
MINHYUK |
· Minhyuk tells you that he knows about your crush directly as you sit beneath the shimmering sun.
· And your heart will feel like it’s going to fall out of your chest, because surely the rejection comes next. Surely, this is the part where the butterflies that come alive in your stomach are crushed beneath his brutal honesty.
· You’re about to say something, mouth opening on an argument, a refusal, a way for you to back out of this coerced confession, when Minhyuk says, “I like you, too.”
· Because Minhyuk has dreamed about kissing you separately from those drunk make-out sessions, in the hazy hours of dawn, when the party starts to die and the alcohol’s buzz fades into a heavy hum, before someone comes along to pull you apart, to remind you that you’re in public and that you’re just friends.
· Before he stumbled across your worst kept secret, he had convinced himself that his feelings for you were a passing phase—something he’d get over soon enough, nothing worth ruining your friendship over, but then the image of you with someone else planted itself in his mind, growing and festering until he felt like his heart might break all by itself.
· He reaches down to pluck a flower from the grass, then tucks it behind your ear, all kinds of rom-com romantic that makes your heart flutter. His fingers brush against the burning red of your cheek, the colour turns deeper beneath his touch; pretty proof that he makes you nervous in the best of ways.
· He watches you a little longer, eyes all kinds of gleaming as he leans in to press his lips against yours—quickly, and then he pulls back to gauge your reaction.
· When he leans in again, you’re ready for him. Your arms snake around his neck, pull him close, close, closer—because this is everything you have ever wanted and more. This is your fairytale moment and he is your prince—and you have never felt more like a princess.
KIHYUN |
· When Kihyun first realises that your feelings for him are more than platonic, he freaks out. His emotions are all over the place, and he just doesn’t know how to react, because there’s a part of him that’s terrified of hurting you.
· He’s an idol, after all—he can’t promise stability or security—and fuck, don’t you have the worst taste in men?
· He spends silent hours wondering when this all started—when you started seeing him as less friend and more boyfriend, when you began to crave the warmth of his arms wrapped around your shoulders.
· He intends on distancing himself, on giving you time to move on, but then you’re there—at his door, concern bleeding into the ocean of your eyes, asking him why he stopped answering your texts and why he missed your weekly coffee date and ‘God, Ki, I was worried sick thinking something happened to you but you’re here and you’re fine.’
· And he hates the way your voice shakes, quivers on an intake of breath as tears spill from those stormy eyes.
· Most of all, he hates the way he wants to hold you. Like you’re his to hold, but he’s so scared of breaking your heart in the future. Isn’t it easier to break it now?
· Apologies get caught in his throat, jagged edges of artless words making homes in his skin.
· “Did I do something wrong?” You ask and he feels like he can’t breathe. This isn’t what he wanted, isn’t what he thought would happen—he thought you’d get angry at him, hate him for cutting you out, fall out of love as quickly as you fell into it. He didn’t want to bring old insecurities to the surface.
· So, he forces those jagged edges down and whispers, “No.”
· And he reaches out to pull you against his chest, murmuring apologies into your hair as you sob into his shirt.
· “I’m afraid of breaking your heart,” he confesses beneath the flickering light of his apartment’s entryway, hands anchoring you to him, preventing you from drifting away.
· “I’d rather love you and lose you than lose you for no reason.”
HYUNGWON |
· You’ve had a crush on Hyungwon since you first laid eyes on him in the stillness of the campus library at nearly four a.m., and he’s known it since the moment he first spoke to you two days later.
· He’s always found it amusing how enamoured you were with a boy you barely knew, and how those feelings have only grown with each passing day that you’ve known each other.
· He has never told you that he knows about your feelings, but he likes to play with you. Mentions how he’s met someone that would be perfect for you, and ‘do you want me to set you up?’ And he smiles every time you tell him ‘no’, because he knows that your heart lies with him.
· It’s his own feelings he has trouble getting around. He isn’t sure how you’ve gone from classmate to friend to shit, she’s all I think about in just a few short months. He isn’t sure how his game has turned into him waiting for that ‘no’ to put his mind at ease, to assure him that no one has drawn your attention, that he has plenty of time to tell you how he feels.
· But then you say ‘yes.’ You say yes to being set up, to being introduced to one of his friends, to the possibility of falling in love with someone else. Because loving Hyungwon can hurt in the most breath-taking ways. Because you look at him and you see someone so beautiful that it hurts, and you know that you can never have him. You’re his friend, after all. You’ll take that over nothing any day.
· Your answer haunts him for a while. He wonders if he’s waited too long, if your feelings are gone—but he could have sworn he saw a hint of sadness in your eyes when you agreed, a lilt of something in your voice that made his heart clench now that he thinks about it.
· But he’s the one who got himself into this mess, so he gives you a date, and a time, and a place—and he tells you that this is where you’ll meet his friend, your perfect match. Promises that he’ll be on stand-by if anything goes wrong, tells you to have fun.
· When you get there, you realise he hasn’t told you the name of this man you’re supposed to meet, or even a description for you to know who to look for. You’re about to turn around and leave when you see him there—and you’re confused, immediately. Of course you are.
· Hyungwon isn’t one for romantic scenes worthy of dramas, but he’ll play the part just this once. Just for you.
· “I thought you said I was meeting my perfect match,” you tell him as you close the distance between you.
· He has the audacity to smirk at you, lip curling upwards and obsidian curls falling over his eyes. “You are,” he says, shrugging, “I’m here.”
JOOHEON |
· Jooheon has loved you for longer than he can remember, has dreamed of drawing his name from your lips with his own, of taking you on dates, of taking you. He’s dreamed of having you fall in love with him, too. But those dreams never came true.
· Instead, he’s spent years watching you with other men. Falling head-first in love and never considering the consequences. It’s always quick and it’s always painful—for him, for you, for the other hearts that get broken in-between.
· As your best friend, it’s only natural that he knows everything about you. He can pick up on the signs that you’re falling in love easily—he’s seen it happen so many times, after all.
· He wonders if you’ve met anyone new lately, if there’s someone you’ve forgotten to tell him about, or if there’s someone you’ve been spending more time with lately. He knows you’ll tell him sooner or later, but he likes to prepare for the heartache.
· (He likes to pretend that it softens the blow, but it doesn’t.)
· He wants to know who the guy is so he can know who holds your heart in his palms, unaware. He hopes that he’s good enough for you, whoever he is.
· He spends so much time dwelling on this mysterious Other Guy that he doesn’t notice that all of your signs point directly at him.
· He doesn’t notice the red tint of your cheeks when he greets you with a Hello, beautiful. He doesn’t hear the hammering of your heart inside your chest when he gets too close, as if it’s trying to break free and reunite with his. He doesn’t see the secretive smiles, nor does he feel your lingering gaze.
· Weeks pass, and you still don’t tell him who your heart belongs to. So, he focuses harder, tries to piece together your every reaction over these last few weeks—and this is when he realises that there is no Other Guy. There’s just—there’s just him.
· And he swears that this is the happiest he’s ever felt—the sudden realisation that maybe, just maybe, you’re in love with him, too. Like he’s been in love with you for all these years, all these milestones. He doesn’t remember a version of himself that didn’t love you so wholly.
· He’s at your door before he can really think about it, trembling fist rapping against the wood, the sound echoing in the silence of this vacant hallway.
· Then the door opens, and you’re standing there in a pair of sweats and a shirt that he’s certain you stole from him—and he’s never seen a woman so beautiful in all his life.
· “I love you,” he confesses. The words feel like a weight lifted from his shoulder. He can breathe easy again without that weight, without the burden of unrequited love.
· You stand there, stunned, silent. You weren’t expecting this, not today or any other day. You’ve only just come to terms with your feelings for Jooheon and here he is, confessing to you like he’s loved you all this time.
· Has he loved me all this time?
· “Do you want to come in?” You ask, and it’s a question loaded with opportunities.
· Jooheon nods, and you both disappear into your apartment.
CHANGKYUN |
· Changkyun never wanted love out of this… arrangement you two have. He just wanted someone to keep his bed warm, to keep his body warm, to make him feel something outside of cramped vans and crowded arenas.
· So what if he didn’t like the idea of you with other men? And so what if he hasn’t slept with someone else since he started sleeping with you? Doesn’t mean he’s in love. Doesn’t mean he likes you.
· But you like him.
· He realises this at the most inopportune of moments, as his hips are meeting yours and he’s sheathed fully in your warmth, and you’re clinging to his arms like your life depends on it.
· He can see it in your eyes, the way you feel about him. All that fucked up emotion, a fuckbuddy to lover cliché that he never agreed to be apart of, that’ll never come to fruition. Not for you. Not with him. He can tell that your heart beats for him in a way that you promised it wouldn’t, back when he’d pinned you against the door of his apartment and tattooed bruises onto your neck with his lips.
· He ends things in the cover of darkness. Tells you when you leave not to come back, as he sits on his windowsill and looks out into the night. He doesn’t have to look at you to feel your heart break. He can hear it in the waver of your breath, the haste of your departure. You don’t say anything, but he knows you think him a monster disguised as a lover.
· He thinks about you more than he ever wanted to after he ends things. Thinks about making your phone vibrate with a familiar come over in the stillness of two a.m., thinks about your soft whines as he nips at your thighs. He never expected your presence to be something he missed like this; missed at all.
· He’s at the club with the guys when he sees you again, teetering on the line between tipsy and drunk when he spots you on the dance floor, grinding against some guy that has his lips against your neck and his hands on your hips. He thinks about those hands leaving bruises like his have done so many times before, and he isn’t prepared for the way his blood boils.
· (“You love her,” Minhyuk tells him, for probably the hundredth time and definitely past the point of drunk, “Just admit it.”)
· His feet are moving before he knows it, and he’s slipping between sweaty bodies like a shadow.
· You see him before he reaches you. You deserve better than to let him walk over here and back into your bed, your life, your heart, but there’s something about that look in his eyes that has you moving away from the handsome stranger and towards the hurricane-boy.
· “Who is he?” He asks, voice low, dangerous, looking over your shoulder at the stranger. His hands come to rest on your hips, directly above where the stranger had held you, and you can’t help but feel more with his hands on you than you did with the stranger.
· “No one,” you reply, “Don’t worry about him. Just focus on me.”
· And he does. He pulls you closer to him, and his lips brush against the skin of your neck, nipping and kissing and erasing every inch of that man. He’s gone now, disappeared into the throng of people and away from Changkyun’s icy glare, and that puts him at ease as he rests his forehead against yours.
· “You’ve fucked me up,” he tells you, pulling your body impossibly closer to his, “Got me so fucking hooked, baby.”
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