Chapter 42: 40(Taesung's Viewpoint)

Taesung's POV:

These lips! I could get addicted to these. Her smooth, soft lips which allured me every day to touch them, feel them, adore them were pressed against mine.

I didn't know what happened. One moment it seemed the world was going to burst, then the next moment it seemed the whole world froze.

My heart skipped a beat the moment I touched her lips, then it throbbed loudly in my chest, and it restarted beating like crazy.

Her lips tasted like strawberry. Was it her lip balm? Or did she taste like strawberry?

' More. It's not enough. I want more.'

I started moving my lips against her gently, tenderly. I was falling in deep and there wasn't any other way for me to fall out.

I wanted more. I wanted every inch of her. So I released the soft flesh and snaked my arm around her waist, drew her closer.

My lips danced against her beautifully. I pulled even closer until her soft body pressed against my hard muscles. I slowly moved my hand from her cheek, traveling her smooth skin and snaked around her neck, holding it firmly.

' Still not enough.'

I nibbled on her lips, asking her to kiss me back.

' Please, kiss me. I need you to kiss me. Please assure me that you are only mine.'

My heart was going to burst inside my chest. It was beating like maniac. She was doing this to me. She didn't know what she could do, if she asked me now to beg for her, I would kneel down and beg.

I wanted to tell her silently that she owned my heart. I moved away from her waist and held her hand, placing it right above my heart.

' Feel it Noona. This is what you do to me. You own this heart.'

That did the magic because her lips started moving against me.

' She is kissing me back.'

Our lips, molded against each other, danced with each other in perfect harmony. Neither of us fought for dominance.

I didn't know I could have her closer than now, but I wanted her even closer. I wanted to replace the touch of him. I didn't want his touch lingering around her anymore. I released her hand, neck and embraced her. Enveloped her with my own arms, crushed her against me.

' How to have more?'

My heart wasn't content. I needed more. I coaxed her with my tongue to open for me, and like a hypnotized person, she did. I took the advantage and went in, tasting every corner of her mouth. Yes, she tasted like strawberry.

I wanted to capture this moment. If I could engrave this moment on my heart right now, I would. I would have engraved this moment, mentioning the date, time and place.

That moment she had broken the hard shell around my heart, which protected me from every emotional pain. It was as if life in itself started rushing into my inner self. Nothing was holding us back. We were kissing each other, living in bliss.

If I knew kissing was this much blissful, I would have found her ages ago and make my pain go away. Our sweet, gentle kiss turned into a demanding, passionate one with every passing second.

This kiss meant a lot to me. This wasn't just a kiss, just wasn't out first kiss, no, this was a way for me asking her to stay, to choose me over that filthy man.

Just when we were living at the moment, suddenly she broke the kiss and said "I can't."

Both of us seemed to be out of breath. What did she just say? She couldn't do what?

"I can't do this."

She again said, and then it clicked in my mind. She couldn't kiss me, why? She just kissed me back. We were kissing each other passionately one moment ago. Now what did she mean by 'I can't'? I just stared at her, asking her silently, 'What do you mean?'

She started pushing me. She couldn't do this. After embracing my kiss one moment ago, she couldn't push me away. No, I wouldn't go, and I didn't move an inch.

' Don't do this, Noona.'

She straightened up her shoulder as if trying to gather courage and looked into my eyes, "I love you, but I am not in love with you."

My whole body as if I felt like someone stabbed me in the heart with a poisonous knife. My whole world crumbled again.

' No, no. It's not possible. I am going to lose her. She doesn't love me, she doesn't love me.'

I flinched and backed away.

' I am not in love with you, I am not in love with you.' It was constantly echoing in my mind.

"Look I don't know who you are talking about, but I don't love anyone else. I love you but not in that way. I have always considered you as my younger brother, and it won't change. I can't love you in that way."

' Did she just said she can't love me in that way, ever? God! If this had been your plan for all along, then just kill me now. I don't want to leave if she doesn't love me. No, I can't. It can't be.'

"No, no. It can't be. No." I didn't know what I was saying, what I was doing.

My heart was clenching. Was it my end? Please, let it be my end. Why did it hurt this much?

The person that I had always considered as my savior called me in a trembling voice, "Taesung?"

Only this time, she wasn't my savior. She was my tormentor. My heart hurt so much that I couldn't control myself. I was sobbing.

' She doesn't love me.'

I should leave. This wasn't my home anymore. She wasn't my home anymore. She didn't want me. I looked at her for one last time, and then I turned on my heels, walked away from her, from that flat, from everything we had together.

When I came out of the building, I felt a strong urge to throw up. I threw up somewhere nearby. Disgust, anger, pain, everything were tormenting me. I couldn't stand these anymore. After throwing up, I was sober. Sober enough to run away. And I started running, but this time I didn't know where my destination was.