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chapter twenty nine
Minjae had to physically shake her head to check if she was hearing things correctly. Young-Jae had made her a mixtape with his own songs and sneaked it into the player as a birthday gift for her.
"Being in love as an artist is so defeating, so deafening and so beautiful at the same time. My muse is in my head, in my bed, everywhere. In my clothes their scent stays and the walls of my house cave in with the echo of his voice. It's like a noose around the neck that's pulled tighter I write about her. Without even trying, everything I write is about her. Everything I imagine becomes with her, for her or she herself. She would call me crazy if she read all of it but in my mad
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"To the boy who claimed he fell in love with me, I beg you not to burn yourself in a pit fire against him. He is to me, what I am to you. However, my love for him is free, unlike yours. You hold me down, tug me back and scream from the depths of your chest that I'm yours. You only know how to love me when I'm not loving somebody else and I know how to love him even if he's buried into another. I love him without any boundaries. I don't scream for everybody to know he belongs with me, but they all know. Somehow, they will always know. He is to me, what I am to you. Please don't burn yourself in a pit against him, one cannot precede him. To define is to limit, and there are no limitations to him."
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"My December doesn't feel the same without, come take me back. When was it when I saw you last? The last month? The beginning of December? Will I ever see you again? And if I do, will you be the same? Will you be just as forgiving? Just as sweet, honey dripping from your lips like you've spoken an octave higher? What is it that will change about you? Would you let me love it? Would you let me love you, still? Would you let me love you more than I do now? Would you let me love you more than she ever did? Would you let me love you as much as I wish I could? Would you let me in?" -
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The hard ridges of your body press against the softness of mine. It's a different feeling, skin to skin and it's a different feeling to get lost in it. Your hair's grown out, I feel it under my fingertips and it barely stays in the gap of my fingers but as usual, everything looks lovely on you. However, the thing that looks exceptionally lovely on you is me.“Hey babe?”, he asked turning his head up to look at the beautiful girl who had him tight in his arms. She hummed with closed eyes and Young-Jae wrapped his leg over her waist with his arm around her shoulders, latching on like a Koala. Minjae chuckled again and picked his head up to drop a soft kiss to his forehead.“How much do you love me?”, he asked softly, snuggling against her shoulder till his lips over almost touching her jaw. “Wait, no, don’t
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"It's a weird thing isn't it? To touch someone and feel like you're on fire when it's your fingertips that are freezing cold. They shiver on their own as I run them down your neck, your collarbones, the dip between and you huff, half at how agonizingly slow the touch is and half at how incredibly it affects you, makes you fall apart without realisation. It is all so elevating, the hair at the nape of your neck stand, my skin ripples in goosebumps and yours follows the effect. There is a fingertip, cold, nimble and long in the middle of my back. It splays up and runs down till I shiver, back arching into you and I part my mouth from yours in a whimper. It really is weird, isn't it? I break for you, shatter and turn over inside my body all because I get to touch you and most importantly, I get to be touched by
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