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Their bodies merged in familiarity—their slick, scorching skin rubbing together as they made love slowly and earnestly on his bed. Their tangled emotions b over as they were joined, hands clasping as one and gasping secrets (confessions) onto heated skin.

When it was over and they were done, Changmin pulled her into his arms wordlessly, perhaps in fear that Yoona would try to get away from him again if he let his guard down. But she doesn't. Instead, she clutched onto him and said nothing, opting to remain silent because she wasn't so sure if this was real. If this was all really happening, with his arms around her torso and her lips ghosting a trail on his shoulder.

Although it felt like a surreal moment, Yoona hadn't felt any more liberated, blissful or loved than on the last time she had laid in bed with him – all those years ago.

“What are you thinking about?” Changmin asked softly, propping himself up on his elbow and leaning into her, his lips barely brushing against her ear as he spoke. He was not used to openly welcoming conversation with women after . Usually he just counting down the seconds before they understood that they were never going to be any more than just a one night stand and left.