Bodies touching. Lips smashing. Heavy Breathing. 

The memories flashed in front of Taemin's eyes.

He remembered his scent. He remembered those soft, chocolate eyes peering into his, he remembered how it felt when his large, masculine arms had wrapped around Taemin, how Taemin had wrapped his legs around the other's waist. 

But he could not remember his name.

It drove Taemin insane. He could recite all of the Branderburg Concerto No. 2 by Bach, but he could not remember the name of the only person he had ever loved.

Yes, he admitted it. All though they had only been together for a short time, Taemin was sure. 

It was love.

And it was still going, deep inside of Taemin. Still going strong.

It had happened in those woods. Those beautifully lonely woods.

The two had done wild things.They dared to do these things only with eachother, never with anybody else. 

Not dishonorable things, nor nasty things.

Only lovely things that they did not know they were capapble of doing. 

They found the purest happiness in doing these things.

The Purest Love.