There was no space between he and I as he pressed me against the wall, trapping me in a passionate kiss. Our tongues swayed together to the beat of out speeding heartbeats. His hands ran down my sides, taking in every curve of my body before picking me up and carrying me to his room. Jaejoong’s honey hued eyes hypnotized me as he hovered over me; there was nothing but pure love and lust in his stare. I knew from that moment what would happen next; his hands roamed my body as he tried to rid me of my clothing and I of his. He would leave butterfly kisses on any exposed surface he could find; starting at my neck and then working his way down slowly, where he came face to face with my-

“Ah!” I gasped as I quickly rose up from my bed and into a sitting position.

I was panting heavily and I could have sworn my heart had started its own marching band by the way that it was pounding; I felt it all the way in my ear! I looked around the room trying to take in my surroundings before finally being able to relax. It was early Sunday morning and everything was just a dream, a really hot and steamy dream. I laid back down on the bed trying to go back to sleep but it was no use since every time I would close my eyes, vivid pieces of my dream would flash before them.

I grunted in frustration as I reached over the nightstand for my laptop; I needed a distraction. Since it was early, I decided to roam around on the internet, catching up on what has been going on in Tumblr and instagram when suddenly I had an incoming skype call. My eyes widened as I hurriedly flipped over onto my stomach to answer the call,

“Hi pumpkin!” My dad was the first to greet me with a wide smile on his face; my mother was right beside him as well, waving at me.

“How are you doing honey?” She asked.

I smiled back, I missed them so much but it’s only been three days since they left, “I’m doing fine mom, I’m staying over at a friend’s house for now until you come home.”

My mother nodded, “I know, I got your text as soon as the plane landed. Are you having fun?”

I smiled, “Yes, but I still miss you guys.”

I was trying to reroute the conversation because knowing how my mother is, the next question she would ask is ‘who is your friend?’ and then I would have to create one mess of a lie that I wasn’t really ready to do.

“Awe Pumpkin, we miss you too!”

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