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He kept his lips on her neck as he unhooked her bra, he threw it carelessly somewhere in the room. He left a trail of wet kisses that started from her earlobe and ended near her hips. He looked up and smiled, going down and holding the string of her panties between his teeth, pulling it and undoing the ribbon on the left side, doing same thing on the right side. As he took off his shirt he almost felt like falling: the headache was killing him, back in the club the music was way too loud but after being able to take her in his bedroom he couldn't just quit out of nowhere, he needed to finish what he started.
Among all the girls that spent the night buzzing around him he chose that one cause she resembled the girl he was actually in love with: she was wearing a dress identical to hers, it was probably the same one. The same dress he took off of her at 02:00am after spending so much time teasing each other, creating the highest sexual tension. The same dress that laid on the floor of his bedroom as he held her hands, with their fingers intertwined and their lips swollen that tried to suffocate each other's moans with kisses.
The same dress she refused to wear again, it somehow became something that remembered her a "mistake", an "error", something wrong. That was how she definited it a few days later, when they argued about what was his first time having sex with feelings, his first time making love.
He suddenly heard his phone ringing, he left the girl on his bed for a few seconds to check his phone, he thought it was something important, it was rare to receive calls so late at night. He turned pale as soon as he saw her name, he immediately picked up the call holding the phone next to his ear.
"Jinhyeong"
He could hear her taking a deep breath on the other side of the phone.
"I need you"
Then one single hiccup. He felt goosebumps all over his body.
"I'm coming"
Despite all, despite their big argument he was ready to leave everything behind for her. He tried to dress up as fast as possible, jumping around the room wearing his pants as the girl on his bed looked at him with a shocked expression.
"What's wrong?"
"I gotta go"
"Where?"
He immediately sent her a death stare, then threw her clothes on her.
"Dress up, I'm going to take you home"
She did as he said, he rushed out of the house completely forgetting about taking a jacket to cover himself from the cold of the night. He sat on the driver's seat as she sat next to him.
"You're meeting your girlfriend?"
"Tch"
As if he was someone who cheats.
He shook his head.
"No, she's just my best friend"
Was he really allowed to call her like that? He spent years watching her flirting with guys that were his complete opposite and ignoring his signals. He just gave up at some point and accepted they were just friends, but after that night all his doubts grew bigger and bigger. Maybe they just spent their teenage years being too shy to confess to each other. However after that fight he realized he was the only one that hoped in something that was more than a friendship. He tried to forget her: he tried to forget her lips, the way their bodies perfectly fit together, her spread out hair on his pillow, the pleasure plastered on her face and her perfume.
"She must be really important to make you give up everything in that kind of situation…"
"She really is"
The ride was short and dead silent, they finally arrived in front of her house. She opened the car door and got out of the vehicle.
"Will you call me back?"
She nibbled on her lower lip.
"Of course"
"Mhmh? What's my name though?"
He raised his eyebrows, let out a small laugh tapping on the steering wheel. Of course he didn't remember it. It was impossible for him, she was not her, she resembled her slightly but she wasn't the original. Her perfume wasn't able to hypnotize him as hers did, and her body, even if it was beautiful, wasn't carved by the gods as hers, it was unique.
She disappointedly closed the car door then he immediately sped up, he felt like he never pressed the gas pedal for so long in his whole life. The headache was getting stronger and the dizziness was slowly increasing, he kept on staring at the city lights that looked blurred in his eyes. He checked the clock in his car: it was 02:00am. It seemed like a curse.
He finally got in front of her house, as he got out of the car she immediately ran towards him. He lifted her from the ground, she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips, then gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"You drank, right?"
He simply nodded.
"You shouldn't have come so fast, dumbass"
He wiped the tears off her face, they kept on hugging each other for a few minutes, then they hid inside his car as she started venting about her ex boyfriend. He stared at the sky from the windshield of his car. He didn't want to say he was tired of her, nor the way she talked about the arguments with her boyfriend but he always felt some kind of rage boiling inside him. He knew he would've been the perfect boyfriend for her, surely not that worm, he would've answered in a few minutes, all those fast and loose would've never been there from the start and he would've never cheated on her. That bastard was slowly making her distance from everyone, especially him: he knew her best friend was better than him and he hated their special friendship. Needless to say that man flew off the handle as soon as he knew her almost-girlfriend was going to the club with her best friend. Ironically that night was the one that she dared to call "mistake", she never talked about it with her almost-boyfriend. However, at that time, they weren't exactly together, it was just a situationship between them, so it wasn't cheating, right?
She gradually calmed down after two long hours of talking. He took a cigarette, she snatched it from his hands and placed it between her lips, looking at him eagerly as she held it strong enough to prevent it from falling but softly enough to make her lips look beautiful. He noticed in that exact moment what she was wearing: that dress. She ordered him to push the seat back, he simply did as she said, he was a puppet in her hands. She sat on his lap, took the lighter from his left hand and smoked her first cigarette under his shocked gaze: she didn't cough a single time, it looked like she spent years smoking. She took another puff, then put the cigarette on his lips, as if she was instructing him to smoke, he obviously obeyed. As they smoked she kept her body close to his, way too close, she started running her fingers through his hair keeping eye contact. He put his hands on her hips, wetting his lips with his tongue. She suddenly kissed him. He grabbed the cigarette and threw it out of the window, then held her waist tighter as she reclined the backrest. She got rid of his shirt, kissing slowly his chest and caressing his skin with the tip of her fingers. He kissed her again.
He grabbed her face between his hands and pressed their foreheads together.
"Be mine"
He took a deep sigh when he heard her phone ringing, she checked it only to see it was her ex calling her. She immediately turned off her phone, throwing it on the back seats. She looked at him in the eyes, then kissed him again.
They both knew that "mistake night" wasn't going to be the last one.