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Seoul

          Taeyeon felt his hands on her, felt his breath closing in on her skin and she felt his hair between her fingers, ran her hands over his shoulders, over the smooth chest inside his shirt.

“Truth is, I never want to sing for anyone else to hear.”

The way her words graze him left him completely undone. It felt improbable to him that he had really meant so much to her. His voice was caught and she felt how his heart thumped. “Please don’t doubt that. I’m thankful for the lengths you have sought through for me, but there is nothing more beautiful than exposing this part of myself only for you, Teuk.”

He stayed silent and let her embrace him, leaving the stage unsung and soon after, left it completely.

I sing only for you.

          “In my dream I felt the bright sky and everything was in slow motion I felt like I was either in the water or in the clouds and you were flowing and following my every move and now they are through with me.”

She had seen him in her dreams for the first time. He wished it would be him, but he believed her. He touched her lips and brushed his fingers across her thighs. “It must have felt beautiful,” he says. “It did, because you were there.”

That was enough for him, and she smiled too. Every little bit of her was exposed to him and she didn’t mind.

Lake, Seoul

          He brought her to the lake and he swam together with her, his hands kept onto her waist. As they reached the middle, the water level across their chest made Taeyeon clung herself to him. Her arms wrapped around his neck and he could hear her heavy breathing. “Are you alright?” he asked. She nodded, and he saw her feet feeling the ground below them. Taeyeon must have been afraid of the height they were reaching but she knows he’ll keep her safe.

Leeteuk bend down and carried her away from the center of the lake. He placed her back on the rocks, and he stood in front of her. The water pooled around their hips. The beads of water on her face made her look beautiful as her brown eyes searched for his hand. He held her hand underwater as the water ran in rivulets down her back.

“I’m here,” he held her body close and she gasped as the contact. His body felt so warm, and she ran her hands across his chest and abdomen. His muscles were taut as she caressed the skin. She felt his body, touching them unrealising how much he reacted with every contact. He disallowed her to go further as he grew sensitive, and intertwined their hands.

          “Listen,” he whispers. She shook her head. “Can I let this moment settle with the feeling of me on your back.” He carried her on his back, didn't mind her light body, suddenly feeling conscious of how she pressed herself towards him. She rested her head on his shoulders and he could feel her breath of the nip of his neck. At times, when her soft lips unknowingly brushed across his skin, he saw himself smiling as the contact.

         They still never speak of their feelings.

He tucked her in and ran his fingers along her face and whispered to her lips told her, “You are the endowed one, having one more chance than anyone: your loss is a gift, that itself an ability. That’s what so beautiful about you.”

He held her hand and spoke softly, “The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart.”

She rested her head on his chest, closing her eyelids. “It is a quote by Helen Keller, and I’ll believe it to be true,” he whispered. There hasn’t been a moment with him where she never feels anything. He makes her smile. For a moment, in his arms, with her mind so close to his heart, she listens to the wind pick up and think it just might lift them off their feet and take them with it.