You knew how it started and you knew how it’ll end but why can’t you pull yourself together and save yourself from the heartache?

You counted the seconds till 8 o’clock. It was that time of the week when you welcome him with a smile and let him use you at will. You would smile at him and tell him that it’s okay, you’re not at fault. He would stare at you hungrily and force you into a position you can’t refuse.

You feel him move and your body reacts without being told; it has become your second nature and that is something you can’t resist. His kisses were heated and they leave you breathless. You knew you would fall deep when you stare into those dark brown orbs that belong to him.

You wanted this, you wanted to get lost.

He knew you; he memorized your body, so he didn’t need introductions, no lies just straight to the point. It is when you arched your back and hissed in pain that he got lost in the heat of the moment. You moaned loudly for him, knowing how much he wanted to hear those screams. You didn’t try to hide nor shy away from all the lust building inside you; you wanted him.

“Key..” He moaned as he came and it hit you hard on the face, you were just a substitute for his lover, you were just his one night, and Key was forever.

You told yourself that it was the last and that you’ll never accept him. But here you go again, opening the door and yourself for the man who stole your heart, used it up and kept in a jar.

“Jonghyun.” His name slips from your tongue and the man in question eagerly kisses you.

And you forget for a while that you were just his substitute.