Chapter 19: Scandal

                                    

                                          
Slightly mature content 🔞
Third person's POV:
Soojin looks up at Seojun, her eyes searching his. "Are you sure about this?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper, as if she's afraid the moment might shatter if she speaks too loudly.
Seojun's gaze softens, and he nods, his hand still resting on her arm, his thumb gently brushing her skin. "I'm sure, Soojin. I've never been more sure of anything."
She swallows hard, her heart racing. "But what about everything you said? About us not being able to go back to what we were?"
Seojun leans in closer, his lips nearly brushing her ear as he speaks. "Maybe we can't go back, but that doesn't mean we can't move forward. I've tried to keep my distance, tried to convince myself that it's better this way... but I can't anymore. Not after tonight."
Seojun's hands slide down to her waist, then lower, pulling her even closer. He tilts her head to the side, deepening the kiss further as his lips trail from her mouth to her jaw, and then to her neck. He places soft, lingering kisses along the sensitive skin, eliciting a soft gasp from Soojin. She arches her neck, giving him more access, and he takes full advantage, his lips and tongue exploring every inch of her skin with deliberate care.
Seojun gently cups her face, his thumb stroking her cheek as he gazes into her eyes. There's no doubt in his mind now, no hesitation, no fear. "We're starting something new," he whispers, his voice filled with conviction.
Soojin nods, her heart swelling with emotion as she leans into his touch. "Yes," she agrees, her voice soft but certain. "We are."

He stops in the mid way. 
"What happened?" She asks him but then she follows his gaze. He is looking at her... things. She starts to blush and cover herself up with her hands. 
"Stop! Don't cover it. You are so fucking pretty Soojin! So gorgeous." He takes her hands away from her breasts. 
"If you want, I'll cover it with my hands." 
With that, he grabs it. Soojin starts moaning. That sound is pleasing every inch of Seojun's body. 
"I want to do everything with you. Don't stop. Don't control yourself." Soojin says. She couldn't take it anymore.
"Whatever I am gonna do, it's gonna hurt a little. So brace yourself. I'll stop if you want." 
"Never stop! I love you so much Seojun. I fucking love you." 
And with that, they both know there's no turning back. This is the beginning of something they both longed for, something that feels like home.
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The next morning, sunlight streams through the curtains of Soojin's apartment, casting a warm glow over the room. Soojin stirs awake, her mind slowly piecing together the events of the previous night. A smile tugs at her lips as she remembers how she and Seojun had finally allowed themselves to embrace their feelings.
She turns over, expecting to see Seojun beside her, but the spot where he should be is empty. For a moment, her heart skips a beat-had it all been a dream? But then she hears the faint clinking of dishes coming from the kitchen.
Soojin sits up, running a hand through her hair before slipping out of bed.
She walks towards the bathroom to fresh up with the blanket covering her up. 
It hurts to walk. She freshen up and quietly makes her way to the kitchen, where she finds Seojun, his back to her, busy at the stove. He's dressed casually in a t-shirt and jeans, and she can't help but smile at how natural he looks in her space.