Minsung - "I can't touch you"

Smut, NC17, Adult Content

3rd P.O.V.

Inspiration: Ghost || Minsung by blushyjisung

Minho was lying on Han's bed, staring at the ceiling, while the younger was in the shower, freshening up before putting on his pajamas. It was friday, and friday was their night.

The two had met 3 months ago and became friends right away, probably best friends, and without the need to say it, they had started to meet every Friday night to watch a movie together and sleep at Han's house.

Han had just finished High School and had decided to take a year off to figure out what to do with his life. He worked in a shop to pay his rent and he was a solitary boy. He wasn't asocial, he was just often on his own and had never felt a strong bond with anyone. Until Minho burst into his life.

Nothing was strange, you could think. Nothing.

Except Minho was a ghost.

He died 2 years before, in a car accident. He was just 18 years old and from that night that he had been stucked on the Earth. He couldn't figured out why, he and Han had been look for informations for two months but they hadn't found much yet.

But, you must be wondering, if Minho was a ghost, how could they be friends?

Han was the only one who could see Minho and he wasn't shocked at all when he first saw him. His grandmother was a medium, so he knew a lot about ghosts. He had already seen others but usually he didn't like to speak to them. It made him sad. The spirits were very suffering beings, after all. So he usually recognized them - because they had a peculiar smell and, from a specific angle, you noticed that their edges were not defined - but he avoided them, pretending not to see them as any other human being.

But as soon as he saw Minho, he knew that he was different.

Minho's eyes were not empty, like those of the other ghosts. His smell was pleasant, he didn't have that deathly scent that ghosts usually have. He was suffering, of course, but the pain was well hidden by an irreverent and cheeky nature. He didn't look scary and he was so funny.

Han had immediately found him interesting and had decided to talk to him, to finally talk to a ghost for the first time.

At the beginning Minho was shocked. In the 713 days he had spent on Earth as a ghost, no one had never been able to seen him. So when Han looked at him, asking «How long have you been like this?» Minho got scared. He had no idea what the meaning and the consequences of being seen by a human could be.

But soon after, he found himself happy and relieved to finally be able to speak with someone. Among ghosts they did not see each other. They were stuck in a middle ground between Earth and sky, but each in their own lonely space.

So he finally had a friend. And Han Jisung was a very intersting friend. 

Han came out of the shower with only a towel rolled up around his waist, his skin still damp, his black hair dripping.

Minho swallowed, running his eyes over his friend's body. That guys was a real God, or maybe a devil, but he was bloody stunning. He was so sexy that Minho kept wondering why he slept with him every weekend, subjecting himself to such a torture.

Not only he would never admit to Han that he was attracted to him - he had no idea of his sexual tastes and Han didn't seem interested in him that way - but even if he had the courage to do so, he couldn't touch him. Ghosts could only touch objects, not people.

He could grab Han's shirt to get his attention or throw something at him, but he couldn't touch his skin. He would just passed through him.

«Do you like what you see?» Han scratched his neck chuckling as Minho rolled his eyes.

«There's not much that I can see» he snapped, eyeing him.

Han smiles mischieviously: «I could strip, you should have asked» and he put his hands to the towel, sure to hear Minho insult him and stop him.

Yet Minho remained motionless, lying down with his hands behind his head, his eyes fixed on Han's warm and alive body.

He really wished he could feel the warmth of a human body again. A hug, a kiss... But Han's body pushed his thoughts far beyond those things. It made his mind wander to places where, not even alive, he had ever been.

Han blushed taken aback, resting his hands on his towel.

«What's up, little Han? Have you lost your big confidence?» Minho teased him, with a crooked smile.

"Is he challenging me?" Han thought, slightly resentful.

He bit his own lip and dropped the towel to the floor, standing completely naked in front of his ghost friend.

"What the fuck am I doing? I can't tease a ghost!"

His face sported a confident expression, his naked body seemingly unashamed, but the blush on his chubby cheeks revealed his embarrassment.

Minho was devouring him with his eyes and immediately felt his non-living body react.

Oh, yeah, he could still be hard. Damn hard.

Han noticed his friend's erection through the pants and felt more confident.

«And now? Now do you like what you see?» he asked again, blushing. 

Han's toned body, with that narrow waist and well-built chest, was so sexy. His words and confidence were in stark contrast to his sweet face and shy gaze. And this combination drove Minho crazy.

«Fuck, Jisung, come here.» he ordered, licking his lips.

Han approached Minho and climbed onto the bed beside him, lying down.

He felt embarrassed. It was the first time anyone has seen him completely naked, but Minho's eyes made him feel so sexy, so desirable. The older continued to devour him with his eyes, visibly excited.

«Minho, you can't touch me...» Han said, sadly.

Minho smirked: «You are wrong baby, I can't touch you directly»

Han seemed to understand what his friend was meaning and blushed. The idea made him uncomfortable but it also excited him terribly.

So looking down, he murmured: «Second drawer» and he pointed to the bedside table on Minho's side. The older smiled mischievously and opened the drawer.

He was immediately amazed to see that Han owned all sorts of toys.

«Wow, I didn't think you were so horny» he joked, picking a pink vibrator, hygienically stored in a clean bag.

«I-I am not horny! It's just that...» Han stammered, covering his eyes with a hand. He felt so embarrassed and speechless.

Minho turned to him and place the vibrator on his lips: «Shh, baby, I'm joking. You are such a good boy, taking care of yourself.»

Han melted at the praise. Minho was always calm and silent, he didn't expect him to be so... Dominant.

«Could I take care of you, this time?» the older asked with a kind voice, his eyes full of lust.

Han nodded shyly, barely crossing those two sweet eyes that were observing him.

«Such a good boy...» he continued to praise him; his voice was lower than usual, so soft and sexy. Han felt his bare penis getting harder.

Minho brought the vibrator to his lips again: «Could you lick this for me, baby?»

Han obediently opened his mouth, licking the top of the toys with his little tongue. He gained some confidence hearing Minho moan in surprise and met the older's eyes. Minho imagined the boy doing the same thing on his dick and gasped.

«Omg, you are so sexy...» he praised, watching Han's cute tongue playing with the pink toy.

Prompted by those compliments. the younger took it all in his mouth, his cheeks swelled, his sweet big eyes fixed on Minho's. 

The older moaned again at the view. It all felt so dirty, so forbidden.

He could come just by watching that boy and his mouth playing with that object.

Minho gently stopped him: «Lie down, baby boy» his voice was hoarse.

Han obeyed and laid down on the bed. Minho turned on the vibrator and ran it quickly over the tip of Han's penis, who lets out a scream overstimulated.

«Omg, Min!» he moaned, closing his eyes.

The older kept watching Han's excited face, "My sensitive baby..."

He repeated the gesture, while Han threw his head back arching his back.

«Minho, it's too much!» he yelled, clutching the sheets between his fingers.

«Okay, sorry, I got carried away» the older stopped, turning off the vibrator and pulling it away from Han's turgid member.

«Do you have any idea how much I want to kiss you now?» he added, looking into his eyes.

«Really?» Han asked blushing and watched his friend.

Minho's breathing was irregular.

"Crazy that even a ghost could be out of breath..." Han noticed.

«Yeah, fuck, you drive me crazy!» Minho complained, running a hand over his face. The frustration was unbearable.

Han felt guilty for a moment, thinking about how his friend was suffering. But Minho seemed to recover quickly, he took the lube from the drawer and smirked:

«Lend me two fingers, baby».

Han looked puzzled, so the older went on:

«I wish I could do it» he explained, a wistful note in his voice, «but you have to prepare yourself.»

Han seemed embarrassed, he had never done anything like that in front of another person and the idea was making him shy.

Then Minho approached his face and whispered in his ear:

«You will be so exciting, touching yourself for me»

Han shivered, even though he couldn't feel Minho's breathing on his skin.

«Do you want to be a good boy for me, mh?» Minho added, causing Han's mind to collapse. That praises convinced the younger.

«I will guide you, baby, trust me.» Minho reassured him, with a soft smile. He wanted to hug him, stroke his head gently, but he knew he couldn't.

Han nodded and held out his fingers, so that Minho could pour some lube on them. The cold gel made Han shiver.

Minho positioned himself between the younger's legs so that he could have a perfect view.

«Start massaging yourself, gently...» he ordered with a warm voice. Han took his finger to the edge of his hole and slipped one inside it, moaning.

«You wish I was the one to do it, right?»

Han nodded, as he started to move his finger. The feeling was overwhelming. Being observed by Minho like that makes him feel so exposed, so vulnerable.

And that was so hot. 

«You're amazing, little one.» Minho's soft voice guided the younger, «Now add the second finger» he said, his eyes were travelling from Han's face to his fingers as they slowly dug into his hole.

That vision was too much.

«I can't resist anymore, little one» he said, filling the vibrator with lubricant, «It's my turn.» he whispered as the boy slipped his fingers.

Minho wished he could grab him by the hips, caress his abs... But he knew he couldn't.

He placed the pink toy at Han's entrance, waiting for his consent, and he noticed that the younger seemed slightly nervous.

«I'm taking it slow, baby, trust me.» he added, hoping the younger wasn't worried.

Han nodded but stopped him for a moment: «You're still all dressed up...» he complained.

«Fix it» Minho proposed, smirking.

Han lifted himself up slightly and took off the older's t-shirt. He gasped at the view of his friend's stunning body and laid down again, spreading his legs without taking his eyes off Minho.

The older smiled - he loved having this effect on Han - and took off his pants as well, leaving only a pair of boxers. Then he started stuffing the toy into Han, keeping his eyes glued to those of the little one.

The younger was tight and if, instead of a vibrator, there had been his penis in his hole, he would have come in seconds.

Han moaned, his fingers gripping the covers. He closed his eyes breaking contact between them, his face screwed up in a grimace that Minho didn't understand whether it was due to pain, pleasure or both.

«How is it going baby? Talk to me» he asked softly, holding the vibrator still.

«I'm fine...» Han mumbled, keeping his eyes closed, «Give me a second.»

He relaxed, trying to get used to the vibrator inside him. Then he nodded, looking Minho in the eyes.

The older started moving the toy at an initially slow pace. But quickly Han started to move his hips, demanding more and panting like a mess. 

«Please, Minho...» he groaned.

The older speeded up the penetration, while looking for Han's prostate.

«Oh fuck, Min!»

"Found it." he thought smiling.

Han arched his back, bit his lower lip but didn't stop looking at his friend that was so damn hot. His muscular arm was tense, the veins were very evident under the skin and he moved rhythmically, sinking with the vibrator inside him.

How much he would like to feel his skin, his warmth, his touch...

Tears filled Han's eyes and Minho, who glanced from the Han's entrance to his face, noticed it immediately.

«Baby!» Minho stopped his hand, «Are you okay? Should I take it out?»

«No way, Min, I am near...» he moaned, while the tears were running all over his face.

«Why are you crying, baby?» Minho was confused, but he began to sink into Han again.

«Because I want to feel your touch...» the little said, sniffing.

Minho smiled sadly: «I would like the same, baby...»

Han quickly wiped his face and started stroking his shaft, rapidly stimulating it.

«You're such a good boy for me, baby» Minho whispered.

«Can I come?» Han asked, feeling his orgasm too close.

Minho smiled: «Of course, baby, but watching at me.»

Han blushed slightly, but obeyed. He began to feel the waves of pleasure reaching their peak and he finally poured all his liquid on his own chest, moaning the name of the older, that was enjoying the view.

«Wow» Han sighed covering his face, as Minho slipped the vibrator off his hole.

«Did you like it?» Minho asked with a satisfied smile, cleaning the vibrator.

Han nodded, looking at the other through his fingers. It had been perfect.

Han was over the moon, but still had an idea in mind. A dirty idea and he was ashamed to say it out loud.

«Min?» he caught his friend's attention, finally finding some courage.

Minho was accommodating, he wouldn't judge him. And besides, Han didn't know how much time they still had to spend together. He didn't know when Minho would leave the Earth.

«Tell me, baby» 

«Can we try... Something?» Han asked, blushing.

He was still naked, lying on the bed. His hole dilated and filled with lube, his chest smeared with his own fluid.

Minho smiled looking at that messy Han. He was so cute, so human.

«Whatever you want, baby» he agreed, putting the vibrator aside, «But let me clean you a bit» he said, wiping Han's chest with his t-shirt.

Han looked at him with sweet eyes, fighting the useless desire to kiss those soft lips.

That kind touch on his chest was making Jisung shiver. Since when was he so sensitive?

«Done, baby» Minho murmured, continuing to stroke him with the tissue. Indirectly, of course, but it was the only caress he could give him. And both enjoyed it more than they might expect.

Han watched his friend and got up. He had to do it before he lost his nerve.

Minho was following him with his gaze, curious of what the younger wanted to try. His eyes widened as he saw Han kneel on the floor, near the bed.

Jisung looked at Minho with puppy eyes. His cheeks were flushed, but his voice came out firm:

«Could you please jerk you off in my mouth?»

The older parted his lips in shock, feeling butterflies in his stomach. That dirty phrase and that little face so embarrassed but determined at the same time turned him on immediately.

«Wow, Hanie...» he gasped at a loss for words.

He was already imagining the scene, feeling his erection push into his boxers, but his enthusiasm was dampened when he remembered a small detail: they couldn't do it. He was a ghost.

«We don't know if my-»

«Please, Min.» Han interrupted him, «Just try.»

The younger's eyes were hungry, hungry for him, for whatever contact was possible between them.

Minho sighed, biting his own lips still undecided. They could try, but could they have stood the frustration if it didn't work?

«Please, Min.» Han added begging, still on his knees, «Imagine yourself fucking my mouth.»

Minho couldn't resist anymore. That boy drove him crazy and it was worth a try.

He slipped off his boxers, finally showing himself naked to Han, who could not hold back his amazement: «Wow, Min...» he exclaimed, blushing immediately afterwards.

Minho cackled and sat down on the edge of the bed, facing Han.

«Are you sure, baby?» the older asked.

He wanted to be sure this wasn't too much for Han. Of course they were only 2 years apart, exactly those 2 years that Minho had lived as a ghost, but he still felt like his hyung somehow.

«I'm begging you on my knees to cum in my mouth, Min.» Han snapped rolling his eyes, «Of course I'm sure!» he smiled.

Minho felt his mind go crazy. That cute boy was so fucking direct!

Han opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out, eager. Minho positioned himself in front of him. If he was alive, Han's tongue would have touched his tip in that moment.

Minho began to stroke himself, moving his shaft rapidly. He knew he was already too excited and he wouldn't last long, but Jisung seemed to want exactly that. He was waiting impatiently.

Han was suffering from not being able to really touch Minho, but the vision from below was dreamy. The older was watching him intensely, getting excited to see the younger kneeling in front of him with his mouth open. He was moving his shaft hard, with his big sexy hand, the veins were prominent under the thin skin of the forearm.

So. Fucking. Exciting. 

Han got hard again and started touching himself, following his friend's rhythm.

«Fuck, Han, do you know how hot you are?» Minho snapped, imagining he was sinking into the younger's throat.

Han blushed again and got needy: «Please, Min, please» he begged, stroking his boner in a messy way.

He wasn't really praying to his friend, who like him was literally helpless. He was praying to life, to destiny, to a God, anything that would help them feel each other.

«I'm coming, baby» Minho moaned, feeling the fluid come out of his organ.

He didn't take his eyes off Han for a moment, trying to figure out if the younger would feel him or if, like everything else, that too would pass through him.

Han felt a warm, slightly salty liquid flood his mouth. It also trickle down his chin, due to the inaccurate position of their untouchable bodies.

He finally was feeling something of Minho, on his tongue, on his throat, along his chin. His eyes filled with tears as he swallowed.

Minho was looking at him and smiled seeing that it had worked.

«Baby, you tasted me...» he said, almost crying.

Han wiped his mouth, feeling the tears welling down his face again.

«I tasted you, Min, and I loved it» he managed to say, enthusiastic.

They both laughed, laughed hard as tears streamed down their faces. They looked like two crazy people, but they didn't care.

They were just a ghost and a man trying to love each other.

«I would like to hug you so tight right now...» Minho said when both laughter and tears had subsided.

With a wistful look he patted on the bed to get Han join him.

The younger got up off the ground and they lay down, facing each other.

«Me too...» he murmured, placing his hand next to Minho's.

That night they watched each other face, tirelessly trying to memorize every detail. They cried, laughed, talked, sobbed cutely for what seemed like an eternity, until they fell asleep together.

The next morning Han was the first to wake up.

Minho's face was relaxed, it almost looked... Serene. He was beautiful, his features were perfect, he seemed unreal.

And, indeed, he was.

A ray of sunlight pierced his face, reminding Han that he had fallen in love with a ghost. He had fallen in love with someone that wouldn't last long, that could have disappeared at any moment. But isn't it the same for human life, for feelings, for relationships between the living? Everything is done to end and no one knows how and when it will disappear.

But no matter how much he encouraged himself, Han felt a hollowness in his chest. He knew he couldn't touch Minho, he couldn't taste his lips, his skin, he couldn't feel his warmth. They couldn't have a real story, walk around hand in hand, introduce themselves to their respective friends and parents...

The sun had just risen and Han's face was wet again with bitter tears, as he kept looking at the face of the boy who had stolen his heart without being able to even touch it.

He moved closer to him and desperately brought his lips to Minho's. A sob escaped him when he felt nothing. Absolutely nothing.

«Hanie? Are you crying?»

Minho had woken up and was looking at him worried, in his black eyes that usual deep ghostly pain. He reached out a hand to pet Han and comfort him, but stopped in midway.

He couldn't.

«Baby...» he sighed, he could do nothing but watch his beloved despair, he couldn't even hold him.

Han was sobbing, barely breathing. His face hidden in the pillow.

«Please, Hanie, don't cry so hard. I'm here...»

Jisung jerked his head up: «For now!» he snapped, as if he was angry, «And you're not even here fully!» he added.

Minho lowered his eyes, feeling guilty for some reason, and Han immediately bit his own lip cursing himself.

He was angry, very angry, but not with him. He shouldn't have blamed Minho for their situation.

«Min, I'm sorry» he said, wiping his face and looking for the older's eyes.

«No, Hanie, I am sorry. You're right.» the older said, desolate.

«No no no, Min» Han fidgeted, hating himself for making him feel guilty.

He quickly slipped off his pajama t-shirt and, covering his hands with the tissue, he tried to grab Minho's face.

And he succeeded.

He grabbed him and, smiling at his success, he brought their faces closer. Minho was amazed too and he met the eyes of the younger one. Guilt feelings, Han's sentences, everything faded into the background.

Minho grabbed part of the fabric and placed it on Han's mouth, placing his lips on the other side.

And he felt it. He felt the shape of Han's lips, felt their human warmth, felt his mouth move and desperately return that indirect kiss.

Han kept stroking his cheeks, squeezing Minho's face through that shirt.

«Fuck, Min, I love you» Han said, barely pulling away from that kiss.

Minho stopped him, grabbing his shirt and taking him by the soft cheeks: «What did you say?» he asked, scanning Han's eyes.

Jisung blushed hardly but repeated: «I love you, Minho»

The ghost looked like he was about to cry, so Han pulled back his shirt and resumed kissing him.

He didn't care about the answer, he didn't even know if ghosts could love, but he wanted to make that unfortunate boy feel loved for who he was. Because he deserved it.

So he kept kissing him, with sweetness and passion, until he had to stop to catch his breath.

Minho looked into his eyes and smiled.

«I love you, Han» he said.

The younger felt his heart race and blushed. Minho was looking at him as if he was the most beautiful thing in the universe.

«Come on, don't make me cry again!» he moaned, covering his face.

«Don't cover yourself, please» whispered Minho, «I want to see all your expressions, all angles of your face»

Han looked at him with starry eyes. Was he dreaming or was this beautiful and sweet boy real?

He felt his heart explode with joy, he had never loved like this. Indeed, he had never loved.

Minho, for his part, needed to make Jisung his. He wanted to connect with that wonderful boy in all the ways that the cruel fate had allowed them.

«Undress and lie down» he ordered, without taking his gaze off Han's sweet eyes.

«Uh?» Han asked, taken aback.

«You heard me. You know I can spank you, if you don't obey» Minho added, undressing in turn and lying down, waiting for him.

Han obeyed, still looking at the older, and laid naked on the bed, while Minho was devouring him with his eyes.

It was so nice for Han to feel watched, watched that way.

Minho brings a hand to his own member, already hard: «Touch yourself» he ordered again, showing him the pace to follow.

Han was excited as hell. He grabbed his shaft with the right hand and started mimicking Minho, moving his eyes from the older's huge penis to his deep eyes.

The intensity of their gazes was palpable. They were devouring each other's eyes and bodies without even touching. Minho couldn't stop looking at Jisung's narrow waist, his chest, his toned shoulders and his sweet face. As Han slid his eyes from Minho's commanding expression, to his veiny arms, to his groin.

Jisung was spellbound as Minho jerk off his penis, envious of that hand. He wanted to touch it, he wanted to feel that warm member between his fingers. He wish to grab it and please Minho.

He couldn't resist any longer. He grabbed his shirt again, trying to take hold of the older's erection.

Minho felt himself squeezed by that little soft fingers and smiled, moving his hand to let Han do whatever he wanted with his body.

«Oh my God» Han moaned, starting to massage Minho. He could touch him!

While Jisung was moaning for that much desired contact, something strange was happening.

Minho felt his body heavier, more corporeal, and he couldn't resist the temptation to reach out a hand towards Han's face. Maybe something changed and he could touch him.

He stroked Jisung's soft skin, finally feeling his warmth under his fingertips.

Han's eyes widened, stopping his massage and letting go of his shirt. He immediately run a hand through the older's hair.

«Min, what does it mean?» he asked in disbelief, as he felt his eyes filled with tears.

Minho grabbed Han and approached him in need of that contact, matching every part of their body. His forehead pressed against Han's, their chests resting on each other, their members touching.

«I don't know, Han...» he moaned, «But I want you.»

They started kissing, this time for real. Their lips collided, savored each other, they bit, in a sensual, desperate dance. It was their first kiss, but they didn't know when it would be the last. They just wanted to stop time and kiss forever.

They crawled over each other. They were not interested in wasting time getting ready, penetrating themselves, having sex "properly". They just wanted to feel each other. To feel each other for real, skin on skin, lips on lips. 

Even their tears merged. Tears of joy, tears of fear, tears of uncertainty and frustration.

«I love you, I love you so much» Han was crying, sobbing on Minho's lips. But the ghost didn't stop him. He was crying profusely too, as he kissed Han's neck, smelling his sweet scent.

But it all seemed too good to last. And, as the most beautiful sunset colors last only a few minutes, Minho's legs started to disappear.

Han felt something strange and quickly lowered his gaze to understand what was happening. Minho's skin was becoming increasingly transparent. First the feet, then the legs and then the thighs.

He was disappearing, fast.

«Minho!» Han screamed, terrified. He didn't want to lose him, not yet. 

«Han, baby. I love you. Please, don't forget it.» Minho whispers, his voice became more and more soft, his tears flowed copiously.

Han kissed his lips again: «I will never forget all this, I will always love you.» he said, crying loud, clutching to the arms of the older.

Minho's body had disappeared up to his chest and Jisung didn't feel those soft lips on his so well anymore.

«Han, thank you so much.» he said, almost in a whisper, «You gave me what I never had in life.»

Han sobbed, rubbing his face against Minho's neck, «I don't want to live without you» he said, trying to squeeze what was left of the other's face between his fingers.

«You have to live, my love, to live for me. I love you so much!» he said again. His voice was almost inaudible now, his face almost transparent.

«I love you, Min!» Han yelled for the last time, before finding himself alone in his room.

He was alone, again. More than before. 

He felt a deep despair come over him, something he had never felt in his life. 

He would never see Minho's face again, those luminous eyes. He couldn't touch that soft skin a second time. He couldn't make him laugh anymore, as he tried to do every day since he'd known him.

Tears would not stop wetting his face. His body still naked, witness of intimate contacts with Minho.

He quickly put on his pajamas, feeling cold, and buried his face in the pillow, closing his eyes. And as soon as he did, as in a dream, even though he was awake, he saw Minho's face.

The boy was smiling, he was happy and Han knew it was thanks to him. He just knew it.

He started to think that he had been able to taste love for a very short time. But he at least had known him. He had at least managed to make him happy, if only for a short while.

And somehow he knew it, he knew that Minho was still happy and would carry the memory of the two of them in his heart forever.

At a certain point he felt an awesome force come over him, a strong, enveloping warmth. And he knew: that strength, that desire to live, was not his. It was Minho's.

It was as if he was still with him, inside him.

It hurt not to have him there by his side, but he would never wanted to erase Minho. He was the best thing that ever happened to him.

And for the first time in many years, Han felt alive. Really alive.

And he decided that yes, he would live, with Minho in his heart. With his warmth in his body and his smile in every memory.

He would have lived a long amazing life, for both of them.

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Elle's note:

Here I am babiesssss! I wrote this for IG too, but I've added something, I improved the ending a bit. 

I really hope you like it and please, if you find any mistakes, (like some present verbs) please tell me!

Kisses

L