I wasn’t ready for any kind of love, though my body desperately wanted him.

Lascivious temptations, vehement attractions… both were struggling, leading a deadly warfare to have full sway on me. Whatever I could try against the feeling, however hard I would try to suppress the sweet nausea, I would still luxuriate in this melancholic rapture.

It was a stream that decided on its own its path. If the ladder was against everything, rationality included, it didn’t bother as long as it could reach its final goal : him. Kim Tae Hyung. Feeling his name under my quill gives me goosebumps. 

Kim Tae Hyung was all what I shouldn’t ever had met. He was appealing, self-confident, cheerful, mysterious and tempting. Intolerably tempting. His gait was arrogant, his gaze scornful and I loved it. My heart couldn’t not swell in front of him. 

Sometimes I remember the time before. When I still thought I would meet a nice girl, have children and be praised by mom. The time of childhood where all was clean and square. There was no place for doubt, no place for fear, and substantially no place for love.

At first, I was in denial. The boy was nothing than someone dangerous, someone that I had to meet regularly for obvious work reasons since we were in a band. 

Things begun to change the day he texted me to meet me alone at a coffee shop…

That night……….