“How is this possible?” Sehun asked in a quiet voice as he pressed his bare skin towards her back. His arms naturally curled around her petite waist. Chaeyoung twisted the faucet more to the right and more warm water sprayed on their bodies. “The Moon Goddess.” Chaeyoung answered softly. She felt Sehun squeeze her tighter; further making her feel flushed and thoroughly struck with waves of tingles.    The scent of vanilla filled the shower as Sehun reached for the bottle and fluidly flicked the lid open. He poured the pale substance between his palms and then smoothly smothered it on Chaeyoung’s hair. His fingers danced gently through her long locks, lathering every inch of the redness in bubbly soap. “Lean forward a bit so I can help you rinse it off.” Sehun’s lips slid pass her pierced ears, leaving his warm breath to hover on her skin.   Chaeyoung obliged, taking a step. Sehun rinsed her hair quickly but carefully. Once he was done, he turned his mate around to meet her golden eyes. “I must be dreaming.” He whispered in a daze, his eyes scanning over her delectable body and studying her gentle expression. Chaeyoung shook her head, “I’m real.” She confirmed, taking his hand and intertwining them together like earlier.   Sehun still looked like he didn’t believe her. He was slowly inching his hand from her grasp until Chaeyoung yanked him towards her and allowed their lips to meet.   A soft gasp emitted from Sehun as his lips connected with warmth and silkiness. His eyes rounded and his body somewhat trembled in disbelief. He was like that for atleast seconds until his expression sobered up in disbelief, a tinge of sadness but also profound happiness.   When Chaeyoung’s lids fell, she saw tears drip from Sehun’s eyes.    The way Sehun held her were both affectionate but desperate, like he feared she would turn into small glittery balls and disappear again.   Sehun backed Chaeyoung onto the wall, his hands firmly set on her shaped hips. He couldn’t count how many times he’d accidentally nipped her lips whilst they engaged in a heated kiss. All he could hear was their heavy breathing and the smooching sounds their lips made when they collided.   Sehun pulled back first. He rested his palms against the tiled wall and pressed his wet forehead against Chaeyoung’s shoulder. His arms found their way back to her hips and slowly, like he hesitated, he lifted his head and saw her, watching him sweetly. He felt her fingers crawl over his shoulder and play with the ends of his soaked hair. “I’m really here Sehun.”   “I know.” Sehun’s expression filled with numerous emotions. “W-When did you c-come back?” He asked.   Chaeyoung gulped. She knew Sehun would not like her answer. “3 years ago.”   Sehun opened his mouth to say something, but no words elicited from his lips. He just shook them off and stared hard at Chaeyoung, hoping that she was lying, because, in those 3 years, she could’ve returned to him. Why didn’t she?   All that time he had been suffering, crying tears of lost at night and forcing himself to s