Blue italics- dream

Black italics- characters’ thoughts & feelings

Luhan’s POV

Her eyes shone like the stars above,

I reached out for her,

My fingers grazing her lips.

Soft. Enticing. Lips.

The air between us got hotter,

My heart thudded so loudly,

I was afraid she would hear me.

Our foreheads touched,

Our hands encircling each other.

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.

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My lips met hers,

Her lips met mine.

So soft,

So enticing,

So addictive,

Her lips.

Our holds tightened,

Our breaths heightened

Our sweat glistened, as

Our passion ignited.

Our tongues danced.

My heart sang.

I love you.

I LOVE YOU.

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I jolted awake, gasping for air.

What was that? After two to three weeks and this is what I dream of?

I reached for the bedside table next to me, finding the drawer that held my book and stationery.

“Hyung? Are you okay?” called out a voice laced with worry.

“Sehun-ah, I..I..I need to draw.” I replied.

The younger quickly got up to switch on the lights as I held onto a pencil. I closed my eyes, as the dream replays like an MV (music video), my hand danced on paper and graphite, as though it had a mind of its own. After what seemed like an eternity, I stopped drawing. Sehun, who had placed himself on my bed, leaned in to see the end product.

“That’s…beautiful, Hyung.” Sehun breathed, looking at me.

Drawn on the paper was a landscape photo, of the both of us each other’s faces.

I mean locking lips.

What is this indescribable feeling? Am I… Could I…? Oh no no, definitely not.

“And Hyung, did I mention you look like crap? You were perspiring so much that your hair is now plastered on your forehead. And your face, OH MY GOD, its flaming red. Is this drawing like the PG version of your dream, Hyung?” Sehun chattered off after a short silence.

PG VERSION OF MY DREAM? What are you even thinking, maknae?

I did not answer Sehun, instead, I flicked his head so hard I cracked several knuckles.

“AISH HYUNGGGG”