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He wakes up feeling woozy, skin clammy because of sweat. Looks like his fever has come down. As he opens his eyes and shifts, he finds a soft bundle wrapped up in his arms, warm puffs of air fanning the column of his neck. His eyes focus on her soft sleeping figure, bringing back an instant burst of memories that feel more like a fever dream. His eyes continuously appraising her face stop on her luscious lips, slightly swollen from the way he had smacked on them last night. He feels the warm sweet pleasure blooming in his veins and a smug smile starts creeping on his face as he thinks of how she had melted in his arms, while kissing him back with the same fierceness, she always carried on her tongue. How she looked so adorable when he had caught the shyness painting her erubescent.
To have her pliant in his hold, cradling her to kiss her in the many ways he wanted, he was having a hard time believing she had given in to his advances. His eyes saunter to her deep neckline which has creeped a little lower spilling the smooth skin of her breast, the sight of which send tingling sensations to his nether regions. He shifts trying to disentangle himself a bit. Only to listen to her soft grunt followed by her twisting towards his body even more closer to him, her nose now touching his neck, tickling.
A warm gush of love bathes him at seeing her sleepy figure clutching to him, her milky skin shining with the streaming beams of morning light. He moves his hands a bit, turning slightly on his right to face her. How could he even think he had the audacity to run away from this woman earlier. Her hold on him was beyond explainable and he could never ever leave her alone. He almost died last night when her safety had been threatened. He might have been a coward, but not insane. He knew he loved her and also that she loved him back, equally, unabashedly. He tucks a stray strand of hair on her face, gently grazing his thumb on her cheekbone, softly, caressing her. She heaves a small sigh in response to his touch, her little noise warming him a bit too much. He couldn't stop himself from bending forward and kissing her. One on the forehead, another on her cheek. Chaste kisses, overflowing from his love.
His mind wanders to that one time when she had sassily told Juri to not drool over him because he was always hers. He realises, she had been correct, he was always hers, always had been from the beginning. No one could come close to the hold that she had on him. It was unrelenting and fierce, just like her. The woman he loved, Ko Munyeong. His hesitant trademark smile starts from the right and becomes full as he mulls at this thought, arms holding her snuggled into him.