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Booming bass. Stuffy air. Sweaty people.

This is the place where I spend every week at the same time of the same day; the club around the corner of my apartment. Why do I do that?
I don't know that exactly, but I know that I feel well here. Here I can switch off, escape my everyday life, which otherwise consists only of acts, coffee and the bullying of my boss. My life currently hasn't much to offer that I enjoy and that's why I don't let me spoil these few hours on Saturday night.

Today I'm here again, already having the first drink in my hand and I'm already watching the many people around me. If you are a regular guest, as I am, then you can already see from the drunken state of the people, what time it is, without having to look at the clock. Now they're all still sober, exuberant in dancing and especially laughing, which also makes me smile. I understand this euphoria, because I feel it too; every time.

But I'm one of the shy sort, I have to dare to take the courage before I even dare to go to the dance floor to the sweating people. No matter how much I love dancing, to do it in front of other people, I feel a bit embarrassed.

As always a few hours, in which I empty one glass after the other and the music gets louder and louder, as well as the mood within the club, become more and more cheerful. I come alone every time because my roommate isn't a fan of these clubs; otherwise, he's always busy with his boyfriend anyway. Secretly a little envy comes to mind when I catch the two at home, but probably I'm just too trying. Taehyung always says I'm a narcissist and I always want to be in focus and as soon as I'm not for my partner, I lose the desire. He's probably right, because in the past it has often happened that I ended those relationships for that reason.

That's why I've given up looking for a person for whom I can be anything. I would probably even care if it is man or woman, where I feel much more attracted to men. Once upon a time, I asked Taehyung if we might not want to try not to be completely alone, but no matter how much he loves me as a brother, he wouldn't tolerate a real relationship with me. But if I think about it right, Taehyung doesn't fit in with my picture of a perfect partner anyway, so maybe I'll never find it anyway. My best friend accepts this preference from me; but other people do not.

I have also given up trying to find true love, even though my parents are the best example of its existence. But nowadays people are just too superficial, they don't see behind the facade of a human being, and only if you visually conform to the norm can you achieve something. I don't look bad, that may be, but as long as you don't do anything, you can't build a sensible future. And right now I'm just stuck in this office without knowing what I want to do in the future. Whether I want to start a family or I want to be alone and whether I still study or prefer to continue to earn money.

But now I don't want to think about it, that's why I'm here. In this club and thanks to the music, I can forget everything that weighs on me otherwise. The fact that I still have to pay some bills, I repress here and the fact that I don't know how to get the money for it, I push into the background. Although I have a job, however, he is so poorly paid that I can't even get an apartment alone and it therefore shares with my best friend.

Shaking my head I throw away these thoughts and empty my meanwhile fourth drink. Now I'm really strong at the grin and already feel the soothing tingling in my body, because I go straight to the dance floor. I hand over the glass at the bar and turn to the messy ball in the center of the club, into which I push myself. Of course it's kind of disgusting to smell those scents and start sweating oneself because you're in between people, but all of that means freedom for me.

I start to move fluently to the music, hide everything else around me and close my eyes. The sounds from the speakers guide me and whisper to me how to move, and that's exactly the moment when I just let myself fall. In retrospect I never know how long I've actually danced, but it's always been at least two hours for my dry throat to speak up. Even today I forget the time, but it is not my own body that reminds me of drinking, but the body of another.

I feel him already in my back, before his hands lay on my hips and pull me with emphasis. It's not the first time I'm just being danced by somebody and it doesn't bother me either, but still it makes the heart excitedly beat a few bars faster each time. Behind me stands a man, I can feel it thanks to his muscular chest and even as I look down at myself and look at his hands, I notice that the person behind me is definitely male. I move on to the beat of the music, automatically pushing my butt to his crotch and feeling the growing bump in it, which makes me grin. You don't often meet a gay man just like that and maybe this is my lucky time today. If he concerns me like that, he's definitely horny of me and the last time I had sex was a while ago. I hope he looks good at least.

»I think you should have a drink«, I hear murmured from behind my ear and beside the stench around me, the fragrance of a aromatic perfume rises to my nose. How can anyone who stays here smell so good? Even with me that will probably no longer be the case.
However according to his words, I move on, put my head back with my eyes closed, and lick my lips, which are slightly brittle from the dry air. »Maybe you can get me something?«

An amused snort penetrates my ear, which only makes me grin wider before I open my eyes and turn to him. Immediately I pause in my movement when I see the still relatively young man in front of me and swallow once dry. I've never met such a good-looking one here, and I also know from his suit that he didn't belong here. This guy has a lot of ends, definitely, but then what does he want from me?

»Could I«, he answers my question and once again drives his way through the pitch-black hair. He has split it into a vertex so that his forehead is exposed a bit, making him incredibly hot. His eyes sparkle a little with anticipation and his rosy lips are drawn to a still amused smile, which I just heard from his words. »But we could leave this place right away and I'll give you something better.«

Mockingly I lift an eyebrow and finally fold my arms over my chest. What does he think, he's doing here? Just because I like to dance here and thus openly turn my passion for it doesn't mean I'll fuck with any guy with money. »I think I'll refuse at this point«, I say, turning on my heel to leave the dance floor earlier than usual. In fact he doesn't hold me back, so I finally leave the club and take a deep breath in the fresh air.

»I'm sorry if that came across wrong«, I hear his voice again and look to the side, where he turned up. Somehow it was clear he was following me.
»How was it supposed to come over, huh?«, I reply with a lop-back, driving through my hair like he did once. He observes this briefly, swallows noticeably and looks me in the eyes again, before he holds out his hand to me. »I promise you I will not hurt you. But for a few weeks now I've been watching you dance and I had to address you today.«

My eyes widen as he says this, I ignore his outstretched hand and take a step towards him. »You've watched me?«
He nods in agreement and then drops his hand briefly. I didn't miss the expensive watch on the wrist, but surely it's worth as much as I earn in the year. »I have. I find you fascinating and .. I admit I wouldn't decline you tonight.«

Decline? I raise both eyebrows and put my head to the side. This guy has just said openly that he wants me, but why doesn't it scares me? Is it because he is visually my type and obviously also has bucks? Or is it because of the level of alcohol in my blood that makes me commit this mistake?
»Then ... show me what you wanted to show me«, I finally recklessly give and conjure a pleased smile on his beautiful lips. When he shines, he almost looks like a rabbit. Kind of cute.. But he sure is younger than me anyway.

»Then come. You will not be disappointed«, he promises, taking my hand on his own. He begins to pull me behind him, so that my eyes are directed to the back of his head and back, but his hand feels pleasantly warm in mine.

What did I get involved in?

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»What's your name?«

It's weird to hear his own voice in that silence right now. Until now I was exposed to loud bass and now everything sounds just kind of dull. Accordingly my voice has a different sound for myself as well, but this impression is only apparent to me. This guy, who literally tore me up on the dance floor, doesn't seem to mind, so everything is just as usual. Or the alcohol soaked my mind so much that I can no longer think clearly.

»Jeongguk«, is his answer as he pulls a card out of the inside pocket of his jacket and puts it in the device of the door. This gives a click and a small, green light starts to gleam before entering the hotel room. If I had been sober, I would probably have realized straight away that he would be heading to a hotel, but right now I don't really care. The only thing that bothers me right now is my own demeanor. I never felt so out of place, but this is obviously a hotel of the really noble sort.

»Jeongguk?« I repeat and finally follow him slowly. The door automatically locks behind me and I can now watch as the young man named Jeongguk takes off his jacket and hangs over the back of a chair. When he turns to me and just loosens his tie, and opens the first buttons of his shirt, decorated again an amused smile his lips and he nods.
»I'm Jimin«, I clarify, then stop uncertainly in the middle of the room. In such a situation, I've never been, because actually drove smooching into the apartment and comes straight to the point. Jeongguk is obviously sober, unlike me, so I don't know exactly how to behave now.

»I know. You work for one of my people«, he says, but it takes a while for his words to arrive right in my mind. As that is the case, my mouth opens wide open and my heart stops for a moment. He is the boss of my boss?
»You're surprised, aren't you?«, he says, pulling the tie over his head to put it over his jacket. »But I chose you, Jimin. That's why you're here today and that's why I watched you.«

»C-Chose for what?«, I stammer, watching as he opens his shirt piece by piece and discards it too. My cheeks are warming as I look at his well-toned body, which comes out through it and therefore embarrassed turn my eyes off. Jeongguk doesn't answer right away, but eventually he puts his fingers to my chin and gently turns it in his direction.

»To be my baby.«

My heart jumps when he pronounces that word, because that's one of my preferences. I remember Taehyung laughing when I told him I had a Daddy Kink and didn't take me seriously at first. But at some point he realized how serious I really meant it and at the latest when the first daddy was at the door, he was really aware of it.
However, for a long time, I haven't met anyone who matches my expectations as a daddy, although Jeongguk is very close to that. If he is also obviously rich, then..

»A-Are you a .. sugardaddy?«, I ask softly, sighing once as his thumb strokes my cheekbone. His eyes are focused on the movement of his thumb and when he finally stops, he looks me in the eyes again. »If you want to put it that way, yes. Even if you probably don't think so, I'm already 31 years old.«
My eyes are getting wide again, because I really didn't expect that. This means that he is exactly 10 years older than me and therefore still just corresponds to my beliefs. Anything less than 10 years old I haven't even lingered on because these people are just not mature enough for their age. Jeongguk doesn't work that way, and there's no question he knows exactly what he wants.

»W-Why .. Me?«, I want to know when he drops his hand and starts to open my own shirt. His eyes are now fixed on the buttons, which he separates piece by piece from the fabric of the shirt and then almost casually stroked over my skin, so he makes this place blaze with passion.
»Why you«, he repeats, probably thinking about his answer for a while. Only when he lets my shirt slide over my shoulders to the ground, he sees me again in the face and licks his lips. »Because you're perfect. Your appearance, your grace, when you move and your voice. I'm sure you would be the perfect baby for me.«

I don't even wonder why he takes me off, just let it pass me by. He also opens my pants as if he had already done that a hundred times and lets them slide to the ground as well, followed by my boxer shorts. My cheeks are now very red, especially because now he walks around in circles around me and every now and then his fingers slide over my skin. Sometimes he brushes my back, then my arm or casually my ass. But somehow the tension between us is so crackling that I already have to gasp softly and feel how the blood is slowly but surely gathering in my southern region.

After a felt eternity Jeongguk stops in front of me again and fiddles with his own pants. I force myself not to look down, though I'm interested in how He is well-hung, but just now his happy expression seems much more interesting. »So, Jimin. Do you agree to be my baby? Remember, I offer you a life that you could only dream of. In return you do what I want and where I want it. Understand that?«

This dominant undertone of his voice makes me shudder and the look of his eyes mesmerizes me. I guess I'm making the biggest mistake of my life, but I finally nod obediently and feel his finger between my buttcheeks shortly thereafter.

»Then let's start with it, and I'll take what's mine now.«

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»Jimin! I told you from the beginning, that's not a good idea with the guy!«

Taehyung stands in front of my bed with his hands on his hips and his face twisted into a furious expression. His appearance is blurry and the next moment I bury my face in my hands again and sob. »I-It's not my fault..«

»Oh, Sure, it is! but! You knew what this guy wanted from the beginning and now you're so stupid and you fall in love with a sugar daddy?«
My best friend escapes at the end of a snort, which is followed by a renewed sobbing on my part and thus then but his mind a little soothed. I can feel the mattress lowering next to me and shortly thereafter one of his arms is wrapped around my shoulders so that I can lean more against his body. »B-But he's so..p-perfect. I can not help it, that I love him.«

This time it's a sigh that escapes his throat before I feel his fingers in my hair and he begins to scratch my head. Taehyung doesn't say anything for a while so all around us is just hearing my shaky breathing and occasionally pulling up my nose. »My little Jiminie..«, he finally starts and turns my face to him, so that he can wipe the tears from my cheeks. »I understand you. He's exactly what you were looking for, for years. That's why it was only a matter of time before you evolved those feelings.«
He releases one of his hands to drive through his own hair and counts down on his fingers. »How long have you lasted? 5 months? 6?«

»5 M-months and 22 days ..«, I clarify him with the exact period of my "relationship" with Jeongguk. Almost half a year ago, he first approached me in this club and brought me to this hotel. It was probably the most beautiful half year of my life, because he kept his word. I didn't lack anything, he bought what I wanted and paid my bills for me. Actually, he even wanted to buy me an apartment, but I couldn't just leave Taehyung alone at the expense, which is why I refused in this regard. Jeongguk and I only met in hotels, not once did I see his house or anything about his life.

Til today.

»Jimin, it's not nice that he uses you as an affair.« My best friend then boggles in and looks me in the eyes. »You have to finish this while you still can. Before it gets worse with your feelings.«
I bite my lip firmly and lower my eyes to my hands. Taehyung is right and deep inside of me, I know that too.
But my heart won't accept it; I don't want to realize that the man I have been giving everything to myself for months is married to a woman.

»What if that's just a show?«, I ask softly, looking back at the younger man's face. »W-What if .. if he had to marry her, but really just likes men? A-And he's on me, I know that!«
A wistful smile creeps on my lips as I remember the many hours he spent with me. The hours when he made me forget everything and became my place of rest; replaced the club. Since that evening I haven't been there again, even though I love dancing, but ..

I just love Jeongguk more.

»Look, if you want answers, you must ask him«, Taehyung says, pulling away from me to get up this time. »But I don't want you to meet him again. Jimin, you can't faint, right? He can't use you like an object.«

I nod in understanding and hear Taehyung leave my room saying he would make me a tea. At that moment, I lay back on my bed with my back and stare at the ceiling. I don't want to imagine how angry Jeongguk must be because I've been off my phone for hours. It's one of the rules he set up at the very beginning; be available for him always and everywhere. But right now I can't bear it, but first of all I have to gather courage to devote myself to this confrontation.

And I already know how to do it.

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Tired smiling I let myself drift, move unsteadily to the loud music and close my eyes. It feels good to be back on this dance floor, to move and drop; forget everything else. I'm not sure how long I'll stay here again, but it will be a while. My body already has five more drinks in it, and so the pain in my heart does not hurt so much anymore. At least not as much as a few hours ago.

»What do you think about ignoring me for hours?«

I would recognize that voice from millions, no matter how many other sounds are around me. My body is adorned with goosebumps when it sounds like that dominating undertone, which only suggests punishment. In spite of everything, I continue to dance silently, keeping my eyes closed until I can feel a hand on my cheek and now look into the face of my daddy. »Baby, why don't you talk to me?«

Jeongguk looks at my face, every single millimeter, but probably can't see much from the sparse light. As I still don't answer, he clicks his tongue in frustration and grabs my hand to pull me behind him. We leave the club, but he doesn't stop outside, but keeps going; right in the hotel of our first night.
Only in exactly the same room I become clearer and tears rise nostalgic in my eyes. Would I have decided otherwise, if I had known how perfect he is for me? But in the end, only hurt me and I'll play only the second fiddle? Exactly what I never wanted to be in a partnership?

»Jimin, what's wrong?« The dominant undertone has disappeared, giving way to a certain gentleness. A stifled sob escapes me and I lower my eyes as I realize that he has not once called me Jimin since that evening. How should I interpret that? Doesn't he want me more than his baby?
This time he puts both hands on my cheeks and raises my face. His expression is filled with worry as he wipes away my tears and probably sees me crying in our "relationship" for the first time.

»Y-you..you're«, I start, and he waits patiently, though I keep interrupting myself and sobbing. »M-Married and I'm your a-affair.«
Jeongguk says nothing and also on his Expression changes nothing. I expected him to answer with indifference, but he doesn't. He shows me as much concern as he does, and probably even more, as he now understands what's going on in me.

»Baby, listen«, he begins, but using that nickname again causes a certain amount of anger in me. So I beat his hands off me and step back. »Nothing baby, that's enough! N-Now you can't even see me as Jimin? Damn it, Jeongguk!«
I breathe heavily and my body shakes. After mourning there is always anger, they say and although I love this little word out of his mouth so much, I just can't stand it.
I can't bear that he doesn't see me as a person, but only as an object of his lust. I suppose I really expect too much, and also that he understands it, but I have now reached a point where I can no longer. Either we finish this here and now or he chooses me.

»Jeongguk, I love you.«

His eyes widen as these words come over my lips and briefly expose my heart. I really told him, though that statement was a taboo between us. As Taehyung said, from the beginning I knew that he would never develop such feelings for me, but now it doesn't matter. If I can't have it, then I don't want to have anyone. Then I'll just get thirteen cats when Taehyung moves out to move in with his boyfriend and I'm not alone. And at some point I die in the middle of my cats in my bed, just fall asleep and regret this decision one last time I made half a year ago.

»Y-You ..« Jeongguk has never been speechless before, let alone hearing him stammer. He's a very composed man and knows what he wants, but right now I have really taken him by surprise so that he doesn't know for the first time in his life. Under other circumstances, that would make me proud, but the situation annoys and depresses me too much.
»Yes, I love you«, I repeat myself, so he finally checks it out. None of us stir, so we face each other like two opponents in a boxing ring and try to duel with our eyes. Usually I am the one who breaks eye contact first and indulges in the dominance of Jeongguks, but today ..

Today he lowers his eyes.

Jeongguk raises his hands and looks at them for a moment before running his right through one of his hair and then coming towards me. I don't step back, which would be a sign of weakness, but stand by the whole, no matter how I do it. Like a few minutes ago, he puts his hands to my cheeks again, which exposes my heart and then makes me beat twice as fast as he finally leans his forehead against mine. Unlike me, he has closed his eyes, where mine are widening in amazement and I once swallow dry. Is it time now? Does he finish everything now and I never see him again?

»You're right«, he finally says softly, stopping in that position with his eyes closed. His breath hits my lips and makes me shudder, because everything in me longs to forget everything and to kiss him. Taehyung was right, I was getting weak and right now I'm really just going to go back to him.

»It was not fair to use you as an affair, and I'm sorry.« Now he's opening his eyes again, when mine growing even bigger with each of his words. He apologizes? Does his eyes show remorse? How should I interpret that?

»You know it wasn't planned to incorporate feelings.«

I have to refrain from turning a blind eye, because that he was playing this card again, I should've known. He pushes me now the jackass and makes me subliminal responsibility for the fact that it is between us now as it is. If I didn't love him, we wouldn't stand here and have this conversation.

»But you're not the only one who made that mistake, Jimin.«

Mistake? What he's talking?
My forehead is wrinkled confused and I put a little head to the side while he strokes my cheeks constantly. Based on my facial expression, he can probably read what I think, because a smile on his beautiful and - as I know from experience - soft lips, before he raises his head again, but doesn't take his hands off me.

»I love you too, Jimin, and that's why it's not fair for me to keep you like this.«

Silence settles on us after this confession and again it takes a while for me to realize these words. Only when my eyes start to burn again and my head understands them, they come to my heart and I really understand what he just said. Jeongguk loves me? The young man who entered into this callous relationship with me just to be satisfied returns my feelings? Slowly and ever faster, I shake my head, can't believe it and therefore take his hands off me. This kind of rejection also does something in Jeongguk, because a certain sadness lays in his eyes, which are constantly attentive to my face.

»Y-You're lying ..«, I finally stammer and bury my still-shaking head in my hands. »W-Why should you love me? Y-You're married to a woman, Jeongguk.«

»That's true, but have you ever considered what it could mean for a man of my standing to be openly gay?« Slowly I drop my hands and raise my eyes, which are right back on his face. I've never seen him so hurt before, but that's exactly what his expression shows me. The fact that I stepped back and rejected him, even though he said such important words, must break his heart. I'm probably too lenient or my feelings are just to blame, but I step back to him and am now the one to put his hands to his cheeks.

»No ... I didn't think of that«, I admit, guiltily biting my lip, but he puts his thumb on it, preventing me from doing so. »But why should I be that lucky? Why should there be someone like you who loves me? Jeongguk, I am honest..in this half year I realized that you are the man I have always wanted and I don't think so because you are wealthy. I would love you too if you were sleeping under a bridge simply because every time we met you showed me how special I am. Deep inside you are a wonderful person and in the cute Jeonggukkie, who is happy about little things and starts to shine, I fell in love and not with the rich CEO everybody wants.«

Thanks to my monologue, I actually made his eyes shine, and because he probably doesn't know exactly how to verbally respond, he acts simply. The next moment his lips lay tenderly on mine, give pressure carefully and begin to move slowly. I have always enjoyed kissing Jeongguk, especially since it is not self-evident in a daddy-baby relationship. But every single kiss made me forget for a moment that I'm just his baby. No more and no less.

And this kiss also makes me forget, but it also shows me that Jeongguk is serious. Never before have I felt so much emotion on my part that my heart almost jumps out of my chest as I imitate his movements and shortly thereafter our tongues come into play. How remotely my hands wander to his shirt open piece by piece every single button so I can push it off his shoulders. A soft sigh escapes me as I touch his soft skin as he lays his fingers on the hem of my shirt. This joins to his shirt on the ground and only then we loudly solve the kiss and look deep into our eyes.

»Jimin ... do you want to sleep with me?«, The young man asks me softly, who still brushes my lips with his own and finally gives a small kiss on it. My eyes are getting big again, because he has never asked me. It has never been that he ever forced me; I always wanted it. But sleeping together and being fucked will cause differences. With this question he shows me that he's serious, so that I can do nothing but nod in a trance.

The next moment Jeongguk grabs my hand and gently pulls me to the big bed in the room. It's not the first time we've had sex in it, because we did it on our first night, but I know it'll be different this time. Slowly he opens the belt of my pants without taking his eyes off my eyes and entangles me again in a loving kiss. With a fluid movement, he lets it slide to the ground with boxer shorts and then gently pushes me onto the bed. So now I have to lift my face slightly so that I can continue to look at it and his lips adorn a smile as he runs his thumb along my jawline. »Lie down, Jimin. I will love and touch you as you deserve.«

My heart sets again briefly and nodding shyly I follow his request. I can feel the smooth satin of bedding under my skin as I slide on this higher and finally lie down on the mattress with a bent leg and back. Jeongguk watched it attentively, while also ridding himself of the rest of his clothes and bending over me naked. He places one of his knees between my legs, casually stroking my nipple with his hand and engages me in another tender kiss. Thus he dampens the soft moaning, which escapes my throat at the touch of his finger on my nipple and bow to him thus a little more contrary.

At this point I already forgot everything that happened today. For me, Jeongguk just exists, the touch of his tender fingers and the kisses of his soft lips. As usual in the club I let myself fall, enjoy his prudence, as he begins to prepare me and pushes his fingers into me bit by bit and at a slow pace. So far, he has always prepared me and never just rammed me in, but now I notice a change as well. Jeongguk really wants to love me and not just pretend.

So could we have a future together?

Unchanged his tongue searches for mine in my mouth, even as he sits between me and slowly begins to press his length into me. This time I get a whimpering moan, but I feel no pain. In my mind there is just the passion and the desire for more. I want everything with him and not just in those few minutes, but forever.

»J-Jeongguk«, I start tormented because he now fills me with his considerable length. Apparently he also knows this time what I'm thinking about, because he gently puts his forefinger on my lips and shakes his head.

»I'll never gonna dance again, the way I danced with you. You'll be the only one, Jimin.«

Tears well up in my eyes as he uses the metaphor for our sex. It was always a kind of alibi, because whenever he met me, he described it that way. If he wanted me, he said he wanted to go dancing. I never understood why he didn't call it by name, but now that I know he needed excuses for our meetings, it all makes sense. But somehow I'm no longer angry with him, because he has already wrapped me around his finger long ago.

»Never leave me«, he breathes now and before I can answer, he joins my lips with his again to a kiss. At that moment he begins to move slowly, tenderly pushing into me and, as always, sending me to heaven. I love those skilful movements of his pelvis, those tender touches of his hands that glide incessantly over my body. Jeongguk gives me more goose bumps every second and kindles a fire inside that makes me burn up from the inside. But despite everything I want more and more, let my moan louder and then as I feel my orgasm, I moan his name one last time in his mouth loud, before I cum between us.

Jeongguk follows shortly thereafter, his moan also includes my name and shortly thereafter, he puts his head exhausted in my crook. It probably takes an eternity, in which we just lie on each other and listen to the hectic breathing of the other. My fingers slowly glide through his soft hair or scratch his scalp, until he is the one who clears his throat and lets his voice resound.

»I know, I made a mistake. I shouldn't have used or denied you that way when you deserve so much better.«
Carefully he raises his head so he can look at me again, and puts one of his hands against my cheek to caress it lovingly. »I'm also aware that it's really up to me to ask you that, but ... do you want to be by my side, Jimin? Open and honest, so that everyone knows what a wonderful man I know?«

Again my eyes grow big and I swallow once, before I clear my throat as well. »U
A-And your wife?«

»Jimin, that was just show. I will divorce and from now on shit on the norm of society! I love you and I just want you, nobody else should stand between us.«

Excited I bite my lip and feel as if he had made me a marriage proposal, which of course isn't the case. He made me speechless with his decision, so I can't help but nod in agreement with his suggestion, which is why I'm rewarded with a loving kiss.

And this kiss that seals our promise is just the beginning of countless happy years with the man I've been waiting for all my life. And to whom I can forever give my unconditional love.

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