Hello, I want to say thank you to those who took the time to read this story of Mime. It isn't easy to take time to appreciate people's work especially those who have in Jan Di's character. I want to let you know she is my favorite character in this story because she portrayed the scenes very well and even though others call it over the top, to me Koreans normally behave like that, she isn't Chinese or American.

This chapter has (F***) in it and if you are below the age of 15, please turn away

Ji Hoo lay down on his back, feeling the soft grass beneath him. He closed his eyes and let the gentle breeze brush against his face, carrying with it the sweet scent of the sea. The tranquility of the moment washed over him, allowing his mind to wander and escape from the chaos of everyday life. He badly wanted to talk to Jan Di and clear up a misunderstanding that had appeared on her face. How could she think that he loved A-Yeon when it was Jan Di who held his heart? After what happened between them last year and six months ago, how could she not know what he felt for her?

The memories of their intimate night at the stairwell came flooding back to him, filling him with a mix of longing and frustration. He knew he had to find a way to communicate his true feelings to Jan Di and make her understand the depth of his love for her.

…

Jan Di had been drunk at the end-of-year party, which led to their intimate night at the stairwell. Despite the haze of alcohol, Ji Hoo couldn't shake off the feeling that Jan Di had reciprocated his feelings that night.

Flashback…

Ji Hoo gently carried Jan Di to the stairwell since he couldn't drive because he had drunk as well. The stairwell they often used to do some overnight revision; Ji Hoo had set up a small tent where they could spend the night comfortably.

Jan Di began mumbling incoherently as Ji Hoo carried her up the stairs. He couldn't help but smile at her adorable, drunken state. As he settled her down on the soft mattress in the tent, he couldn't ignore the strong chemistry that had been building up for the last two years. The way she looked at him with those hazy eyes made him believe that maybe, just maybe, there was something more between them than just friendship.

"Jan Di-ah," he began swallowing hard, his hands on her shoulders, "I've been wanting to tell you something for a while now." His heart raced as he gathered the courage to express his feelings. The sound of her soft breathing and the warmth of her presence gave him the reassurance he needed to continue.

"What…is…it?" She asked in her drunken voice, her words slightly slurred. Despite her intoxication, there was a glimmer of curiosity in her eyes, urging him to share his secret.

He took a deep breath, hoping that his confession wouldn't ruin their friendship. "I never stopped loving you," he admitted, his voice trembling with vulnerability. "Even when we were apart, my feelings for you only grew stronger. You've always been the one who understands me and sees me for who I truly am. And I can't keep pretending anymore."

"Ji Hoo," her voice became a bit steady as she processed his words, "I never expected to hear this from you after I rejected you back then."

"Over these two years, Jan Di," he leaned in, his face softening while it came down to hers, "I've realized that my feelings for you go beyond friendship. You've become an irreplaceable presence in my life, and I can't imagine a future without you by my side. I know it's a lot to take in, but I had to let you know how I truly feel."

"I think you are drunk just like me," Jan Di chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "But I can't deny that your words touch my heart. Let's talk more about this when we're both sober and see where our feelings lead us."

Ji Hoo gave a soft laugh before claiming her lips in a gentle kiss. "You are the drunk one here," he whispered against her lips, "but I promise to be patient and wait for the right moment to have that conversation. Until then, let's enjoy this night together," he added, beginning to unbutton his shirt as he leaned in for another kiss.

Jan Di felt a rush of excitement and anticipation, rising to her knees and wrapping her arms around Ji Hoo's neck as she eagerly reciprocated the kiss. Their passion ignited, and they explored each other's bodies, savoring every moment of their intimate connection. Lost in the heat of the moment, they allowed their desires to guide them, knowing that this night would be a memory they would cherish forever.

"Jan Di-ah," he said breathlessly, breaking the kiss momentarily. "I've wanted this for so long," Ji Hoo confessed, his voice filled with longing and sincerity. "I want you tonight and every night after. I want to be the one who holds you, protects you, and loves you unconditionally. Let's make this moment the beginning of our forever."

Jan Di's heart swelled with emotion as she gazed into his eyes. "Ji Hoo," she whispered.

"Hearing you say my name in a moment like this makes me feel like the luckiest person in the world," Ji Hoo interrupted, his voice filled with adoration. "Can we make love in this favorite spot of ours where we first met and where our love story began? I want to create a memory that will forever be etched in our hearts."

"What do you mean?" Jan Di asked, her voice slurring slightly as the effects of the alcohol took hold. Her mind was clouded, making it difficult to fully comprehend Ji Hoo's request.

"I mean…" His lips found the skin of her neck, kissing it gently, and then sucked on her ticklish earlobe, causing a shiver to run down her spine. "I want to relive that magical moment when our souls connected and let our love transcend time and space," he added, tracing his tongue along the curve of her ear, and sucking on it softly once more.

Jan Di's heart raced as she tried to process Ji Hoo's words amidst the intoxicating sensations. The warmth of his breath against her skin sent a wave of desire coursing through her veins, making it impossible to resist the allure of their shared past. "Can we do this when we are sober?"

"If we are sober…it will be impossible for us to be open and vulnerable with each other," Ji Hoo whispered, his voice filled with longing. "Alcohol has a way of breaking down barriers and allowing us to express our true feelings without fear or inhibition."

He gently brushed his fingers against her cheek, his touch electrifying and filled with unspoken yearning. His hands found the zipper holding her dress in place, and slowly, he started to unzip it, his eyes never leaving hers. The sound of it echoed in the empty stairwell as a symbol of the walls they were ready to tear down.

With each click of the zipper, their excitement grew stronger, as if they were shedding layers of pretense and revealing their raw desires. The echoes seemed to amplify the intensity of their unspoken passion, creating an atmosphere charged with anticipation and possibility. The anticipation hung heavy in the air, as they both knew that this moment would mark a turning point in their relationship. As the dress fell to the floor, it felt like a physical manifestation of their willingness to let go of inhibitions and embrace their connection fully.

Jan Di's heart skipped a beat at his words, realizing that what he said had a point. If they were both sober, they might overthink their actions and words, leading to hesitation and potential regret. The alcohol provided a temporary escape from their inhibitions, allowing them to fully embrace the passion and connection they shared. However, Jan Di couldn't help but wonder if relying on alcohol was a healthy foundation for their relationship. She knew that for their love to truly thrive, they would need to find a way to be open and vulnerable with each other even without the aid of alcohol.

"I will be gentle," Ji Hoo whispered softly, his eyes filled with sincerity as he took off their remaining pieces of clothing.

Jan Di's heart fluttered at his words, but a small voice in the back of her mind reminded her that actions spoke louder than words. She hoped that Ji Hoo would prove himself through consistent actions, showing her that their connection was built on more than just temporary escapes.

"You will enjoy every minute of it," Ji Hoo assured her, his touch gentle and deliberate. He wanted to make sure that their intimate moments were filled with love and respect, knowing that true connection went beyond physical pleasure.

"What about you? Will you like it as well?" she asked, wanting to ensure that Ji Hoo's desires and needs were being met in their relationship.

Ji Hoo smiled warmly, the back of his knuckles brushing against her cheek. "With you, I enjoy every moment," Ji Hoo replied sincerely, his eyes filled with adoration. "Being with you brings me joy and fulfillment in ways I never thought possible. Our connection goes beyond the physical; it's a deep emotional bond that I cherish."

"I love you, Jan Di-ah; I have for so long. I think I was born to love you."

Jan Di smiled crookedly at him and laid the palms of her hands against his chest. "You're very good at it."

Burying his fingers in her hair, he captured her lips with his own. She answered his passion with surprising fierceness. For long moments, Ji Hoo lost himself in her response. Hungrily, his hands moved over her pliable curves. She felt the familiar heat spreading through her body as their kisses slowed and deepened. He moved deliberately, sure of himself, his tongue exploring and inviting her, and she found that she no longer cared what she was wearing. His mouth was hot, and his strong hands pressed into the small of her back as he pulled her more fully into his embrace.

Jan Di was barely aware of it when Ji Hoo swept her up off her knees with his arms, laying her down softly and stretching out beside her to renew his attention to her lips. Nearly drunk on the taste of her, he moved on, his kisses grazing the line of her jaw and trailing down her throat. His head dipped lower, searing her with desire. With his free hand, he began to trace the skin of her thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

…

Jan Di carried along the tide of sensations coursing through her, leaving her nervousness far behind. All she could think about now was being closer to this man. As her body responded, her mind flashed through a slide show of memories: Ji Hoo holding her close, Ji Hoo rescuing her on his motorcycle, Ji Hoo making her laugh, Ji Hoo cooking pancakes—her soulmate, there all along and giving everything to her even when she couldn't give him anything in return. Her hunger for him took on a new dimension as she was filled with a longing to pour back into him all the love, he had lavished on her over the years. She arched her back, straining to press herself more firmly against Ji Hoo's long, lean body.

A low moan escaped his lips, and he shifted her underneath him until his body covered hers. When she reached with sure hands for the boxers, he didn't stop her. Moments later, it landed on the floor, followed quickly by her dress.

There, in the sweetly scented darkness, they crossed together into their uncharted land. Their bodies met and connected in a dance of passion and desire, moving in perfect harmony. Every touch and caress spoke volumes of their deep connection as they explored new depths of intimacy. Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in the blissful union, surrendering to the overwhelming wave of pleasure that washed over them.

Present…

Ji Hoo and Jan Di have been physically intimate with each other, but today—only today—they broke all the barriers and entered a realm of pure vulnerability and trust. Their souls intertwined as they shared not only their bodies but also their deepest fears, dreams, and insecurities. Their bodies knew each other so well that every thrust he made, and every grind of her hips was a synchronized dance of passion and desire. They were no longer two separate entities, but rather a single entity consumed by the fire of their love.

They knew each other so well that they could anticipate each other's thoughts and desires without uttering a single word. Ji Hoo knew where he could touch Jan Di to make her melt into his arms, and Jan Di knew exactly how to trace her fingers along Ji Hoo's spine to send shivers down his body. The kisses they shared had been perfect that night; each one carried tenderness and passion that left them breathless and filled with raw passion. As they moved together, their bodies intertwined in a graceful rhythm, sending them into a state of pure bliss. It was as if time had stood still and the world had faded away, leaving only the intensity of their love. Their connection went beyond physical intimacy; it was a profound emotional bond that transcended words and left them in a state of blissful harmony.

"Jan Di-ah, I wasn't drunk that night," he whispered to himself, still looking up in the sky, reminiscing about that fateful evening. The memory of their lovemaking lingered in his mind, etching itself into his soul as a testament to the depth of his love for her. "No," he said, rising from the ground. "I won't allow you to sleep with this lousy doubt on your mind," he declared, determination filling his voice.

…

Ji Hoo walked to Jan Di's tent and softly called her name from outside: "Jan Di-ah, I need to talk to you. It's important." He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he waited for her response, hoping that she would understand and give him a chance to explain himself.

"I'm sleeping," she replied.

Ji Hoo, frustrated, walked into the tent she was sharing with her friend and gently pulled her blanket open, knowing she was pretending to sleep to avoid the conversation. Jan Di reluctantly opened her eyes, her expression a mix of annoyance and curiosity as she looked up at Ji Hoo.

"This isn't the first time we shared a bed," he said, annoyed, referring to their past experiences of seeking comfort and solace in each other's presence. Jan Di's annoyance softened slightly as she recalled those moments, but she remained guarded, waiting for Ji Hoo to explain himself fully. "I will sleep here if you don't want to talk to me," he added, taking off his shoes and laying on the bed.

Jan Di's friend, Ju Mi, who was on the second mattress, grinned at how her friend looked flustered and caught off guard by Ji Hoo's unexpected statement. She could sense the unresolved tension between them and wondered if this night would finally bring them the closure, they both needed. However, Jan Di couldn't help but wonder if Ji Hoo's actions were driven by genuine concern or just another attempt to escape his own emotional turmoil.

"I will give you some privacy," Ju Mi said.

"No!" Jan Di and Ji Hoo exclaimed in unison, their voices overlapping in surprise and urgency. Jan Di's eyes widened as she realized the intensity of her response, while Ji Hoo's expression mirrored her astonishment. "Stay," they said. Jan Di meant that she didn't want to be left alone with Ji Hoo, while he meant for Jan Di and him to go to his tent to have a private conversation.

"No way, I want to sleep," Jan Di protested as Ji Hoo pulled her up from the comfort of her blankets and pillows dragging her out of the tent.

"No, you can sleep in my tent," Ji Hoo insisted, his voice filled with determination as he forcefully held her wrist and led her to his tent. "I'm not sharing a tent with anyone. We will have a private conversation in there," he added, emphasizing his need for privacy. "Please!"

Jan Di hesitated, unsure of what Ji Hoo wanted to discuss, but ultimately relented and followed him into the tent. The air inside was tense as they settled in, both aware that this conversation would be a turning point in their relationship.

"Whatever you saw with A-Yeon isn't what you think it is," Ji Hoo began, his voice filled with urgency. "I need you to trust me and believe that there's a valid explanation for everything."

Jan Di's heart raced as she tried to comprehend the gravity of Ji Hoo's words and nodded, silently urging him to continue, knowing that their bond would be tested like never before. "Go on," she said with an annoyed expression her eyes focused on something else in the tent.

Instead of answering her, Ji Hoo gently pushed her onto the bed, her head resting on the softness of his pillow while he lay on top of her. "What are you doing?" she asked trying to push him away.

He ignored her question and held her wrists above her head, pinning her down underneath him. His eyes bore into hers, searching for understanding and acceptance. "I love you, Jan Di, and it's not the kind of love that wavers or fades over time and I'm sure you've noticed it," Ji Hoo confessed, his voice filled with sincerity. "It's a love that consumes me, and when I look into your eyes, I see not just everything I want from life but everything I am."

Jan Di's heart raced as she absorbed Ji Hoo's words, feeling a surge of emotions within her. She could sense the depth of his love and the intensity of his devotion, which left her breathless and overwhelmed.

Ji Hoo continued releasing one of her wrists, and his hand traveled up to gently cup her face. "Otter," he used her nickname affectionately, "you took the emptiest, darkest pits of my soul and filled them with you; you are as much a part of me as my own heart. It doesn't beat without you." His voice trembled with sincerity as he leaned in closer, their foreheads touching.

Jan Di's eyes welled up with tears, realizing the depth of their connection and the strength of Ji Hoo's feelings for her. "I thought you loved A-Yeon," she whispered, sniffling as she tried to compose herself.

"No…" His voice cracked, and his eyes filled with a mixture of pain and longing. "A-Yeon is just a friend, and when you saw that kiss on the cheek, it meant nothing more than a gesture of friendship. My heart has always belonged to you, Jan Di." Ji Hoo's words hung in the air, heavy with vulnerability and hope.

"Really?" Jan Di's voice trembled with a glimmer of hope, her eyes searching for any sign of deception.

Ji Hoo nodded, his expression sincere and filled with a love that had endured through the years. "Do you want me to make love to you like the other night to prove what I feel for you?" he asked softly, his voice filled with longing and desire.

Her heartbeat increased, recalling the passionate night they had shared. But as much as she longed for Ji Hoo's touch, she knew that physical intimacy couldn't be the sole measure of their love. "No, Ji Hoo Sunbae," she replied, her voice steady and determined. "It isn't necessary. I can never stay angry with you for a long time." She said affectionately.

"It has been a while…" Ji Hoo said, recalling all the weak spots on Jan Di's body that he had memorized during their previous encounter. He began caressing her face gently, his fingers tracing the contours of her cheekbones. "I've missed you," he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of longing and vulnerability. "I won't have you all to myself like the last four years, especially with Gu Jun Pyo back."

"What do you mean?" she asked confusedly, her eyebrows furrowing. "Is something happening with Gu Jun Pyo?"

"What I mean…" he gently kissed her lips softly and tenderly before pulling away slightly. "Gu Jun Pyo's return means things will be different now? We won't have the same freedom and privacy we used to enjoy," Ji Hoo explained, his eyes searching for understanding in Jan Di's gaze. "We'll have to be more careful and discreet."

"How so?" Jan Di asked, her voice tinged with concern. "Are you saying that Gu Jun Pyo's return will bring more attention and scrutiny to our 'relationship'?"

Ji Hoo nodded, his expression serious. "He asked you to marry him, but although I stopped the proposal, he still has to do it tomorrow in front of everyone at the party…" he said against her lips, his voice trailing off as he leaned in for another kiss. "I know that after that night we have never been physically intimate but emotionally intimate. Tonight, I want to bring this pleasure to a higher level than the last time we were together," he whispered, kissing her jawline, and trailing his lips down her neck. "I want to show you how deeply I care for you and how committed I am to you," he murmured, his hands gently caressing her sensitive left breast. "Let's create a beautiful memory tonight that will solidify our bond and remind us of the love we share."

"OK," she replied, turning him around and sitting on his lap, facing him with a shy smile. "But we don't have any…um…protection," she said, playing with the hem of his shirt.

He chuckled softly; his eyes filled with adoration. "Don't worry, my love," he reassured her, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'll make sure we take all the necessary precautions to keep us safe and protected." With a gentle kiss on her forehead, he played with the knot on her nightdress, his hands finding their way to her slim waist, his face dipped in her neck, taking in her scent, the scent that always had a calming effect yet drove him wild with desire.

"How…will we do it without protection?" she asked.

"If you want…I can withdraw before…I come," he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of longing and concern. "It's not foolproof, but it can reduce the risk of pregnancy." He looked into her eyes, wanting to make sure she understood the potential consequences and was comfortable with their decision. "But I prefer to…" he sucked her earlobe gently, his breath warm against her skin. "To come inside you like the last time we were together. It felt so intimate and connected, and I want to experience that again with you." He caressed her cheek, hoping she would trust him and share in his desire for a deeper level of intimacy.

Jan Di gazed into his eyes, recalling all his thick desire into her. It had been hot when he released it inside her the last time. "Sunbae…"

…

His grip on her hips was firm, solidly guiding her. She could feel the strength of his hand as he moved her body closer to his. Not rough, but not gentle either. He positioned her where he wanted her and made it clear that she should stay still. His hand on both her shoulder and her hip conveyed a sense of possessiveness as if he wanted to claim her completely. Jan Di could sense his longing for control and dominance, which both excited and frightened her. She knew that surrendering to him meant surrendering to a world of pleasure and vulnerability she had never experienced before.

Grinding her core into his boxers, she teased his length harder with his guidance; this only resulted in her desire rising and making her more desperate to have him inside her. Images of him thrusting hard as he slammed into her flashed through her mind. She couldn't wait any longer and scooted down the bed, pulled off his one remaining piece of clothing, and enjoyed the view of his massive, hard length. His tip glistened in the low lighting of the tent, and she licked her lips in anticipation of tasting him. She heard him groan quietly when her soft hands held him. It was thrilling to have him at her mercy. Stroking him firmly, she watched the beads of liquid form at his slit. She bent down and took the tip of his member in her mouth, licking and sucking just the end of him at first. Open-mouthed kisses, sucking gently any liquid that had escaped.

While doing all of this, Jan Di had no idea where she got all this courage to do the unthinkable. It was as if a newfound confidence had taken over her, allowing her to explore her desires without hesitation. The thrill of pushing boundaries and indulging in forbidden pleasure fueled her actions, leaving her craving more with each passing moment.

She took him by surprise and took his whole length into her mouth in one go, and she was rewarded with his expletive statement whispered from his lips. Grinning as he popped out of her mouth, she licked her way down to his hairless ball sack, took them into her mouth, and sucked on those too. Grabbing hold of his thighs, her nose nudged the base of his length until she pulled away and let his balls drop. She could have licked and sucked him until he came, but he had other ideas.

"Jan Di-ah," he gasped, his voice strained with desire, "I want to feel you. I need to be inside you."

Hauling Jan Di up to his taut, muscled body by my arms, he positioned her so she could sink into her core and sheath his length. Placing him at her entrance, Jan Di held her breath as she dropped down on him, feeling full as her arse hit his thighs. Wasting no time at all, she needed to feel the friction of him inside her, and she supported herself by placing her hands on his chest and sliding her core up and down his length. Her wet channel thrust his length feel amazing.

Jan Di needed another of his passionate kisses, and they were just getting started. Leaning forward, she sucked on his lower lip until he caught the nape of her neck with his hand and pulled her in for a deeper kiss. Swaying up and down on his length, she was desperate to come. Climbing higher and higher, she held onto his neck for support. With his tongue in her mouth and his length inside her, she came hard while still allowing him to thrust up into her. She strangled his length with her first orgasm. It was a powerful throb that she felt in her heart and belly; he was not stopping for a second, grabbing her breasts and sucking on her nipples as she came down from her high.

…

Ji Hoo lifted her by my waist and asked, "Turn around." In his deep, husky voice. He said he wanted to see her arse cheeks as they land on his flat stomach when she took him inside again. Ji Hoo's request sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine, fueling her desire even more. Eagerly complying, she turned around, feeling the heat between them intensify as their bodies aligned in a new position. Jan Di was delighted that he had the stamina for another round; he was still hard and hadn't come. She had high hopes for Ji Hoo's ability to satisfy her desires and fulfill her fantasies. She knew that their intimate encounter was far from over, and she couldn't wait to explore more of what he had to offer. As they continued their passionate embrace, Jan Di realized that Ji Hoo was a master at igniting her deepest desires, leaving her craving more of his intoxicating touch.

Sitting astride his hips once more, she guided him to her entrance, sat on his length, and felt the fullness once more. His roaming hands found their way to her clit and started rubbing. Her fingers joined in and taught him to rub at a rhythm she enjoyed. He was a fast learner when it came to her, and she left him to it, rested back, and supported her body to gain height to slam down on his length repeatedly. He was so big and hard that she needed to orgasm again.

Jan Di's moans grew louder in his ear as she opened her mouth at the pleasure, he was giving her. It was becoming too much, and as she laid back on his chest, he grabbed her breasts and squeezed hard, capturing her nipples, and pinching hard. It raised her oncoming orgasm higher. He kissed and bit her shoulder, and she liked it. He swiveled her hips and teased him, but he wanted control back and wrapped his hand around her throat, keeping her in one place while he thrust up. With each thrust, he gently tightened and released his hold on her throat. To be at someone else's mercy and control is exhilarating, and she followed his command. As their passion intensified, she surrendered herself completely to his dominance. The feeling of vulnerability mixed with pleasure heightened her senses, making every touch and movement even more electrifying. She trusted him implicitly, knowing that he would push her limits in the most pleasurable way possible.

Holding her tight, he turned so they were on our sides; he was still inside, thrusting, not missing a beat, and pushing her from behind. His hip action was hard and purposeful; he knew exactly how to push her higher and over the top to her second orgasm. It's a slower throb that cascades down his length. She squeezed her walls and was rewarded with a hard thrust as he stayed balls deep inside her.

Ji Hoo and Jan Di were both soaked with sweat from their exertions, and he still hadn't come. Interlocking their fingers, he increased the movement and pushed her harder. Her core was tight around him, and she felt every inch as he hit the top of her channel. She needed to kiss him again, and she stretched her neck. He helped by pulling on her chin and licking into her mouth, not bothering with kissing her lips, just dueling tongues.

He knelt and pulled her leg up, rested her ankle on his shoulder, and used all his strength to grind into her harder still. It's deep this way; the momentum of the repeated hard slaps echoed in the tent. His efforts pushed her further onto the bed.

He was going to make her come a third time, and she couldn't wait to experience it. He grabbed hold of her hips and concentrated on building her up again. The moans coming from him were telling her he was nearing his orgasm too, but he was waiting for her. It didn't take long for this stud of a man to make her come again.

Ji Hoo pulled out as soon as the waves started, pumped his member, and came over her entrance, shooting his thick, hot load in an arc. The splatter of hot liquid was audible over their heavy breathing. The pained concentration slowly disappeared from his beautiful face, pushing inside her once more to savor the last remnants of their passionate encounter.

"A few more minutes," he whispered, his mouth finding hers in tender kisses while he ground gently inside her. Their bodies intertwined, and they relished in the lingering sensations of their intense lovemaking. Ji Hoo's gentle touch and soft whispers filled her with a sense of warmth and contentment as they both lost themselves in the blissful aftermath of their passionate connection.

"Was I too hard on you?" Ji Hoo's voice was filled with concern as he gently caressed her cheek. "I never want to hurt you, my love," he murmured, his eyes searching hers for reassurance.

"No, you didn't," she replied, her voice filled with sincerity. "Although I feel a dull ache down there," she replied, "it's a small price to pay for the overwhelming pleasure you give me." She smiled, knowing that their love and intimacy were worth any temporary discomfort.

"Oh…should I withdraw then?" Ji Hoo asked, his concern deepening. "I never want to cause you any pain," he added, his hand still caressing her cheek gently while he stopped grinding inside her to give her a chance to speak her mind.

"No, Ji Hoo," she reassured him, her eyes locking with his. "I want you to stay. We can find a way to make it more comfortable together." She leaned in and kissed him, conveying her trust and love in that simple gesture.

"Tomorrow, we will be going back to reality," Ji Hoo murmured against her lips, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness. They knew that their time together was limited, and soon they would have to face the challenges and responsibilities waiting for them outside of this intimate bubble they had created. But for now, they held onto each other tightly, cherishing every remaining moment of their passionate encounter.

"I should go back to my tent," she said reluctantly, breaking the embrace.

"Don't go, he said as he wrapped his arms around her, bringing her back into his arms. He whispered softly in her ear, "Let's stay here a little longer, just a little while longer. We can pretend that the world outside doesn't exist and savor this beautiful moment we share." She hesitated for a moment, feeling torn between her desires and responsibilities, before finally giving in to the allure of staying in his comforting embrace.

She wrapped her arms around him, her head on his chest, his warm breath caressing her forehead, her breathing warming his chest. For both of them, this is home, no matter where they may be.

Mine forever…

That was it...I hope you enjoyed the second chapter. Your comments are welcome because they are my way of knowing what you think.