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Everything that was said within the last 10 seconds was a blur.

Your eyelids drooped low, you struggled to control your imagination as the feel of such warmth embedded itself onto your lips. Your body relaxed as the strength of his arm caressed your back, his hand supporting your head. His lips were like flower petals, you bathed in its tenderness. 

This kiss was not forceful nor intimidating, in fact, you felt as if a weight had been lifted from your shoulders; had you been expecting this? 
The duration of the kiss was nothing but a mere 5 seconds, but within that frame of time you had been completely swooped off of your feet and bitten severely by the thing us humans describe as the Love Bug.

Had the obtuse craze; 'If a boy is mean to you it just means he likes you!', actually established a form of meaning and sense? Or perhaps you were dreaming, 

• Definition of 'Dreaming' - 1. an idea or vision that is created in your imagination and that is not real. 2. something that you have wanted very much to do, be, or have for a long time. •

Something you have wanted for a long time... Something you have wanted for a long time...   *** Sehun sat silently.    His eyes relaxed as he tried to contain his thoughts. A single tear of sweat emerging on his temple, the memory slowly crept back.   The feeling of you under him put his body into a frenzy, he was unable to control the attraction, the want. The smell of your perfume to the grazes on your elbows, he needed you close. Close enough to be able to protect you, close enough to know you were safe, close enough to know you were still there.   Right there.    He felt your body relax into him as he handled you so delicately, he feared of hurting you.   - "Tell me" you enforced.   Sehun turned to the window.   Whispers.   He scanned the area. Someone was watching them, someone who wasn't supposed to be there.  The tree.   Sehun