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"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close."
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Im Sol.
Decades have passed and yet a single moment hadn't passed where he didn't chant her name, where he didn't yearn for her, where he didn't question himself if the moments they had spent together were just a ficlet of his imagination after she had completely forgotten him as if he never existed.
Those moments were not ficlets and he knew it now.
He brushed his fingers to his lips and couldn't help breaking into a grin. He had kissed her. Ryu Sun Jae had kissed Im Sol. The kiss was everything he had asked for and the most important thing was that it was real and not one of the sweetest dreams his sly brain might have concocted.
"I liked you too"
He couldn't help but play that memory again and again like a broken record. He never knew that hearing those words from Sol's mouth would do such a number on him. Hell, he knew they would have such a mesmerizing effect on him but what he couldn't fathom was the fact that she could ever come to like him.
His gaze was fixed at the door of her house. Was the plumber still there? It has been 5 minutes. Sure he must have fixed a busted pipe in just 5 minutes. Ryu Sun Jae was a loser and he knew it. But he cannot leave now. Should he wait in the car until the plumber leaves? He had his doubts and he couldn't wait anymore. 15 years was too much.
He is staying. As if on cue, he saw the plumber leaving. He for sure has now successfully used all of his lifetime's worth of luck.
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The plumber had forgotten the solvent. Im Sol felt as if someone had splashed a bucket of cold water on her. She and Sun Jae were interrupted for no reason at all. Sitting on the couch she stared at the grandfather clock, it wasn't even 10 minutes and she was missing him. When will she see him again?
She was being selfish. He already must have too much on his plate and here she was trying to squeeze her way through. But she can't help it. Seeing him well and happy in this timeline fills her heart with warmth and she can't help wanting to be with him. Listening about the fifteen years she lost. Making up for the fifteen years she lost.
Her chain of thoughts came to an end with the ring of the bell. Was the plumber back with the solvent?
"Sorry I just couldn't leave", Sol knew there was a 1 percent chance that the person at the door could be the man she cherished so deeply but still she stood there dazed. They stood speechless at the same doorway where a few minutes they had just let their lips do the talking.
She ushered him inside as they settled on the couch side by side. He didn't have the time to look before but now he couldn't take his eyes off her face. She looked ethereal. The red blush adorning her face ran from her cheeks to parts of her neck. Her lips were swollen albeit not much with her hair charmingly tousled. Gosh she is beau...
"Do you want to do it again?" He stared for too long.
"Do what Sol-ah?" Throwing his initial purpose and doubts out of the window he decided against acting flustered. Cool. He was going to take it co...
She moved to give a small peck on his lips. The nervousness she harbored from the previous kiss has now melted against the longing and desire she felt for his touch.
"This"
Before she could look up to see his face he swooped her. Off her feet and onto his lap bringing her to his height. She looks up at his eyes. They are brown and dilated not so different from the state of hers. Her eyes descend back to his lips as her hands find their place on his shoulders. She pushes him slightly making him lean against the couch and he takes her along. She drops her lips to his and a circuit-shorts.
Gliding her lips along his she shudders at their warmth. She loves how his lips align against hers and how she would never get enough of them. She nibbles at his bottom lip and he whines. A new favorite sound. His one hand cradles her face while the other caresses her back moving in small circles. They were close but he needed her to be closer. He craved for her. In this moment with Sol in his arms, everything fell into place. It was perfect and he would rather be nowhere else than be here. The kiss was warm like a steaming cup of cocoa, comforting like a shade in peak summer, addictive like a siren's call, beautiful like Sol and oh he could go on.
She moves to the corner of his lips licking them and prods her tongue at his lips asking for a way in and he lets her. She feels him lightly swirl his tongue gently around hers and now it's her turn to whine. Her hands find his coat in a desperate effort to take it off and he gladly accepts. They entangle around his neck while his hands travel to her hips pulling her unimaginably closer. Heartbeats strumming in her ears were now indistinguishable from each other, making her smile against his lips.
"Did I make you smile?" He said with a smile reaching his eyes.
"Yes. A lot." She replied placing light pecks on both his dimples and the crinkles of his eyes as joyful laughs fill the room.
He begins to caress the features of her face ever so gently pushing aside a stray hair. Despite losing 15 years, the moment's tranquility makes him feel as if he has all the time in the world. Or so he thought. It's been less than 24 hours since he met Sol and even less than 15 since they began dating. 15 hours to compensate for the yearning of 15 years? It can't be. That would be too cruel. Looking at the retreating figure of Kim Young Soo he remembered something along the lines of exhausting his luck. The wound is deep and he against his wishes finds himself losing consciousness. As he feels warm blood gushing from the wound, he wonders if these are the famous 7 minutes and a silent prayer leaves his mouth. At least it wasn't her.
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