My heart rapidly increased, I clutched onto the his leather jacket I wore to assure myself I had some sanity left, that I still was on planet Earth instead of a dream drenched in utter desire. Desire to be loved, touched, kissed, teased, wanted. He knew this, that I required attention, I was never to be left alone from past memories. I could drive the car to my own insanity, from my history not only with creatures but with my family. Ever since Yifan and I were reunited, my memory has been gradually returning. Whether it was me or another child, it was still outstandingly cruel to treat anyone that way. In abuse, through their anger and clenched teeth, they took it out on us. We were just a toy that they could vent their steam to, we weren't even considered their breath of life anymore, that thought was long gone. Thrown away, down the gutters. 
I managed to breathe out a shaky, "I love you too." Those four words felt melodic and sweet on my tongue, leaving a delicate honey taste I was itching for. But what I urged for the most was his lips on mine, to feel his warmth, to truly feel his feelings course through me. I wanted to know how he sincerely felt, words could mean anything and might deceive me. I made the first move, clutching fistfuls of the fabric he wore, tugging him in my direction which he instinctively claimed me. Some of his digits played with the ends of my hair while his other hand was tilting my head at an angle. 
I was going to implode. My insides were rumbling from immense emotional experience, I couldn't internally control myself. He gradually pulled back, leaving me dosed with a light ringing in my head. I was dizzy, my breath was lost in the depths of the universe, but in his eyes I found it right again. 
"Get a room," Jongdae irritatedly glared in the rear view mirror. 
"Couldn't help it." Yifan's focus remained glued on me, my lips, then tenderly my hair. His voice was hoarse, y and raspy. "She's irresistible." 
"Yeah, yeah." 
"How long do we have left?" 
Yifan's arm was tracing circles on my waist, not aiding my head that was still spinning from impact. His breath was crashing against my neck, our hearts beating in unison; were we meant to be? Was I worthy or did I deserve someone as genuine as him? Jongdae snapped me out of deep thoughts, stating that we were almost there. But that was impossible. North Korea wouldn't allow us to easily slip through their security, and driving through the jam-packed streets of China was also accomplishing the unthinkable in such a short time period. I read the clock; 1:57 AM. The previous time I glanced at the time was a little before eleven. 
"Lies," I hissed. "That is not possible."
"Twenty minutes away, hun." 
"H-How?" 
Yifan spoke with uneven breathing, jumbled words that I thought the either of us couldn't comprehend. Was he becoming drained? "You slept for two days. I didn't want to wake you when we transfered vans, so I just carried you into this one. Not to mention, you didn't protest, wrapping your arms tightly around my neck." My cheeks were radiating heat and he knew he was the cause of all these corruptions in me.