CHAPTER 179

JEONGHAN's POV

Yoo-Mi's pert, lithe body was tucked against my side when I woke up. It was dark, just the faint orange glow of the streetlights giving off enough of a glimmer to make out the edges of her features, grainy and blurred. The ones that used to be so familiar to me.

They still are.

I watched as her chest gently rose as falls with every breath, her breasts sliding against my bare skin as she does.

Her lips were slightly parted. Her hair mussed, but silky as it tickled my arm. I thought I like her better with black hair. It suited her.

She's the same in a lot of ways. Her eyes were still deep brown like coffee and her hands waved through the air when she talked. She's much gentler than I am, not prone to holding onto grudges or rough emotions longer than she should.

Except maybe heartbreak.

I didn't deserve her forgiveness, but I was willing to accept it anyway. Because I loved her too fucking much to push it away.

But she's too different too.

Her breasts were fuller and heav