While the morning sun was bright and cheery and I was happy to get out of this hotel room and go for a little date in the park this morning, neither one of us looked too excited for the day. My last day in Seoul came far too quickly and the hours seem to already be flying by us as we ate breakfast and showered together for the last time.

"How are you feeling today?" He asks, trying to say something else besides what's really weighing on his mind.

"Like my old self." I smile up at him. I've always loved how he slightly towers over me. Just enough so that it's not too intimidating, but still makes me feel small.

He leans down and kisses me with the water trickling over our faces, feeling like we're kissing in a rainstorm instead of a hotel shower. The humid skin of his arms and bare chest on me is something I'll never take for granted. Lifting his hands up to grab my arms, he removes them from around his neck and lightly grazes his fingers down the length of my sensitive limbs until he feels my wrists. Slowly, he grabs them and holds them above my head, walking me backwards until my bare ass touches the cold tile wall without even faltering from the kiss he's intimately leaving upon my lips. His movements are slow, calculated even, leaving me both breathless and aroused. But more than anything, they leave me wanting him. Body, mind and soul.

"Tae-"

"Shhh." He stops me from speaking any more. "No words right now baby. Just let me cherish you."

My bottom lip quivers and he lovingly kisses me until he feels me melt back into him again. He doesn't try to dominate me or rush a thing. No matter how much our bodies are craving the primal desire to be pleased, he takes his time to kiss me and run his deft fingers over every inch that he can touch. My body trembles underneath him in a mix of need and emotion while he breathes shakily against my neck.

He steps back, leaving me leaning against the wall and looking at him with hungry and glistening eyes. He reaches back and shuts off the water. The hot steam being ripped away from the room leaves a cold chill in the air to snake around our bodies.

Popping open the frosted door, he grabs both of my hands with his eyes glued to mine and walks me out of the bathroom. The water droplets on his naturally tanned skin roam over the dips and curves of his toned frame as his muscles flex with every movement he makes. His hair drips past his chocolate eyes, catching on his long lashes and run down his plump rose colored lips as he licks it away before it has a chance to fall towards the floor. We don't even bother to dry off as he lays back on the bed and gently tugs at me to sit on top of him. My long soaked hair curves over my shoulder to land on the bed next to him as I lean down to capture his eagerly waiting lips and tongue.

Our bodies connected, I slowly grind down on him, feeling his length between my folds. He's not inside of me but the friction being enough to make us both whimper at the sensation. Holding onto my hips, he forces me to slow my pace and guides me to stroke him from base to tip and back again, making me paint his manhood with my wetness and appreciate the moment.

"Baby, I need-"

"Shhh gongju. Trust me." He whispers, leaving a trail with his tongue across the curve of my jaw.

My body is shaking at the need to be filled, to be loved and claimed as his for the moment. But when his tongue reaches my ear and he grips my ass to rake me across him once again with a bit more pressure, my body tenses and an unexpected orgasm washes over me. A heat searing through my veins as I pulsate on top of him and he moans in my ear at the feeling.

He leans back just enough to look into my blissed out eyes and kisses my lips as he presses his hips upward to chase the contractions my body is uncontrollably making. Noticing that I'm losing all sense of strength, he flips us over with my legs wrapping around his torso. But when he leans towards me, my increased slickness causes him to sink inside. Before his lips can reach mine, his brow furrows and he groans out at the shock of unpredicted pleasure as I cry out at the surprise of being filled to the brim. My hands desperately grab onto his flexing back muscles in an attempt to hold onto something, anything at all.

Gripping tightly to the bed spread on either side of me, he sloppily kisses my lips as he begins to pull back and slowly push in to the hilt, rolling his hips calculatingly knowing what will make electricity shoot up my spine. I bite down on his shoulder and scrape my nails down his sides, making him moan and push deeper into me. He's so deep at this angle that I know I'll be waking up still feeling him tomorrow morning. Maybe that's what he wants, to leave me feeling him even when I'm thousands of miles away and across an entire ocean.

Rolling my hips, I meet him stroke for impossibly deep stroke. Sweeping my womb against the tip of his dick as he bites his lip, letting it spring free from his beautifully white teeth. His eyes are glazed over as he forces himself to submit to a control that I don't even think he realized he had inside of him. While his body wants to unleash onto me, his heart tells him to take his time.

He begins to shake as his grip gets tighter and tighter on the bed sheets and I hear the stitching begin to pop. I move my hands to hold on to his as his thrust become more and more purposeful and he growls out at his body giving in before he wanted to allow it to.

"It's okay baby. Come for me." I moan in his ear when he angles his body closer to mine.

"Fuck." He grounds out as he thrust in deeper and sharper leaving a sting inside of my belly until the warm sensation of his seed spills inside of me.

His heart beats rapidly and his arms shake from trying to hold himself over me as I kiss him through it. The exhausted laps of our tongues slowly and sloppily taste each other for a few minutes until his body begins to give out on him. Rolling over beside me, he places his head onto my shoulder while I run my fingers through his hair, his panting breaths slowly resuming to a more steady rhythm.

"Are you okay?" I ask, having never seen him like this before.

"No," He whispers, slightly shaking his head and nuzzling into my neck at the same time to hide his face, "I'm not okay."

The knot I've been suppressing in my throat seems to grow in size and I shut my eyes tightly to try to hold back the tears forming, but that only causes them to run down my temple. I'm thankful for it being caught by my wet hair and concealing my moment of weakness. I can't do this. I can't break down and give in to the pain now. I won't.

But when I feel the hot tears on my shoulder and hear the faint sound of a sniffle, my heart breaks into a million tiny pieces. Our reunions are always so special and our time together even more so amazing, but our goodbyes hurt like a thousand hot knives cutting into our souls.

"Let's not go anywhere today." I say once I feel like I can talk through the lump I've been trying to swallow down.

He looks up at me with red rimmed and puffy eyes, all too apparent that he's been crying silently in my arms. As he assess my face and realizes that I, too, have been quietly suffering, the sorrow behind his irises begins to pool even more.

Simply nodding at my request, he kisses my lips with desperation. As much as he needs me, I need him right now.

After spending the day making love, snuggling and eventually forcing ourselves to clean up and pack, we've arrived at the dreaded airport. The busy terminal and random interactions do nothing to distract us from the sting of arriving here. Even the cheerful music playing over the speaker seems to have an underlying sorrowful sound.

"I fucking hate this so much!" Taehyung curses out loud, causing an elderly man to stop and look at him with disgust before shaking his head disapprovingly.

Normally, Taehyung would have apologized immediately and bowing a few times to show his resentment of his blatant disrespect, but tonight he just rolls his eyes and looks back to me. A glimmer of hate beginning to overpower his sweet soul.

"Don't you do that. Don't you change who you are as a person just because you're hurting right now. This is temporary." I scold him, but at the same time I understand.

Shutting his eyes, he takes a deep breath and nods. He knows I'm right even if he wants to give in to his emotion. He sees the man standing just a few feet away and walks over to him. As I watch him walk off, I curiously assess the situation. I can't hear what's being said but I see Taehyung say something to him and bow deeply to show respect. The elderly man grabs his shoulders and says something back before glancing over at me and continuing to say something else to him. With a gentle pat on his shoulder, Taehyung nods and walks back over to me, wiping away the puddle of tears that apparently collected under his eyes.

I won't ask what was said. That's between them, but whatever it was, it was enough to break the barricade Taehyung built to keep his tears at bay.

"Jongmal saranghae, Taehyung." I smile and throw my arms around his neck, dropping my backpack on the floor next to us.

"I love you more." He smirks down at me as his hands hold onto my waist, knowing what I'll say next.

"Impossible." I huff out a chuckle along with him as he bows his head to kiss my lips sweetly enough for the public, but passionately enough for me to feel his longing.

The alarm on my phone begins to obnoxiously ring, signaling that I need to be heading towards the security gate right now in order to not miss my flight. He tilts his head towards the ceiling and groans out in disapproval at the sound of my responsible ass, but looks down lovingly with appreciation for my little quirks at the same time.

He walks me over as far as he can with his hand squeezing mine tightly. The line through the security checkpoint seemed to be moving fairly smoothly with no one standing in one place for too long, but since I'm flying internationally, we don't want to risk me missing my flight for any reason. Not that spending an extra day with the man I love would hurt, but I do have class on Tuesday and need to rest tomorrow to try to overcome the jet lag I know I'll be facing.

"Call me as soon as you land. I don't care what time it is here." Taehyung demands as he pulls me in to hug me tightly.

I nod into his chest and mumble the words I will as he continues to keep me close to him. Allowing myself relax into his embrace, I take in the smell that is purely Kim Taehyung one last time. For one last moment in time, I memorize the way his biceps flex around me and the sound of his heartbeat pounding into my ear drum. I take one more second to feel his body heat on me and listen to the rumble of his voice as he tells me how much he'll miss me every day.

"I'll miss you too." I force myself to raise my head up to look into his eyes to burn the flecks of his irises into my mind.

A picture that I later realize will haunt my dreams for years to come.

With one last kiss, we reluctantly part ways as I head towards the gate. A different situation than what we've gotten used to in the past.

Looking back, I see him still standing there with his hands in his jacket pockets. I smile softly at him and turn back to hand my plane ticket and passport to the man sitting at the small desk. After placing my backpack on the conveyor belt and walking through the metal detector, I hurriedly grab my things to get out of other people's way.

"Hello?" I answer while turning around to look at him through the plexiglass wall.

"Forever yours. I just had to say it one last time." He responds with a tiny wave over to me.

"Forever yours baby, but it won't be the last time." I smile and wave back to him.

But if only I had known it'd be the last time I would see him.