you’d been having the same nightmare, followed by that.. perverted dream three nights in a row. ever since.. the incident with Mincheol, you’ve been unable to sleep properly.

Images, memories you’ve never actually seen flooded your head, of your once beloved Mincheol sleeping—making love to his affair partner.

you hated waking up sweaty, breathing heavily and teary-eyed just because of what he had done to you, and just how deep those scars he left truly ran deep.

whilst you slept, a large cold hand reached out to wipe away a stray tear. could it be? did he truly come back?

but before you could even look behind you and get a proper view of who you thought it was, another hand, one that subtly slid under your head, covered your eyes, making you shiver.

no, it wasn’t mincheol. he’s never made you feel this.. hot.

just as you shifted, you felt another hand slide up your body—under your shirt and reaching to cup your breasts. you were confused and oh so overwhelmed. you couldn’t deny the fact that you had been so.. pent up, and with everything going on, you barely had a the time to get intimate like this.

Tae-ha’s hands palmed your breasts beneath the material shirt, making it bunge up and expose your skin to the cook air. he swears he could just eat you up like this, and all he wants to do is indulge himself.

with just the smallest shift of your hips, tae-ha could tell this wasn’t nearly enough, especially when breathless whimpers escape your soft, plump parted lips—practically begging for more. he wanted you in so many different ways, it was driving him mad. yet despite this, he still found it in him to want to tease you.

your toes curled at the sensations he provoked from you, just by fondling your tits and he took that as a sign to lean in, ‘nd nibble on your ear. your whining and panting didn’t go unnoticed, instead, he wanted to hear more.

his lips, both greedy and hungry latched onto your delicate neck, sucking on the soft flesh. all while the same large, cold hand of his slid down the curve of your waist, fingers brushing against your soft skin before sliding into your leggings, itching closer to your core.

your protests fell on deaf ears, knowing you didn’t really want to stop. you needed this, more than ever, and he knew it. and so, dipping his fingers further between her legs, he spreads your folds, eliciting a whimper from you.

Tae-ha watched your face twist in surprise as you gasp, your eyes glazing over as you had finally managed to pull his hand away from your eyes, feeling overwhelmed.

your gaze fell on to the hand, trying to get a clue of who was making you feel so good. to your surprise, it was the same tattoo Tae-ha had..

no way.