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The collision of Wonwoo’s lips on your own was fatal. Pure electric, jolts up your spine, a numbing tingle in your hands, and you couldn’t get enough. Your cheeks were matchsticks, hot and red from the heat both of your bodies gave off. Wonwoo’s hands were everywhere; trailing down the small of your back, tightly grabbing your hair, cupping over your ever heating cheeks.

You both breathed unevenly and insync between the kisses. Sure, you were a disaster at times but so was he, together you too shook the world so harsh it could register on the Richter’s scale. Wonwoo stared at you through his dark, foggy eyes, but to you his eyes never felt so clear. Wonwoo’s eyes were mirrors, reflecting what he wanted. You know right then that all he wanted was you.

Wonwoo kissed you with such force the air got lost in your lungs, every kiss was filled with such passion and followed by his hot breath plastering your skin. His lips worked in perfect rhythm with yours making your body weak in all the right ways. You felt a new wave of heat course through your body when he slowly and passionately swiped his tongue along your bottom lip.

You opened your mouth, the feeling immediately spirals in your head. The taste of him as you move your tongue against his. It was deadly, suffocating, nauseating. You were sick off of Wonwoo. Sick off of the feeling of his lips against yours, his tongue tracing your mouth in all the right places. Wonwoo was 100 percent intoxicating.

He laid you down on the floor, a bed sat right next to the both of you but the way your knees wobbled under his kiss made it questionable if you could make even those four steps. Suddenly Wonwoo is a storm of touch, his mouth never left your own as he tasted every inch of you. His large, rough, hands do the same, exploring every patch of skin like a lost explorer looking for a treasure leaving a graveyard of goosebumps in their path.

His hands met your own and wrapped around them desperately, he raised them above your head as each of his knees made their way around your body. He gave you everything he had within the kiss, enough intensity to start wars. Wonwoo poured all of his want into each kiss as you felt it sweetly but harshly upon your tastebuds.

Everything in your body screamed for Wonwoo while his tongue relentlessly pushed its way against yours. The boy was a loaded gun of intensity and you had never been one for danger but your mind only wished to play roulette with him.

His mouth was borderline poetic, each peck gave you fuel to write novels. Novels about how at home your lips felt when they were wrapped around his and you have never been a homebody but when he left you wanted to crawl back into him. Novels about how if it was long ago the flick of his tongue would could have been the first proof of electricity, being struck by lightning had never felt so good. Novels about how his hands in your hair turned you into nothing but scorching lava and if his fingers weren’t wrapped around your locks you would have fallen apart.

You swore Wonwoo was disaster relief in disguise because every time you felt like you might fall apart his soft lips made their way onto you and suddenly you felt whole. The soft graze of his tongue and lips placed onto you were anything but a kiss. Wonwoo was veins and blood pumping, Wonwoo kept you alive.

You have never been that religious but you swear the crash of his lips was a work of God. All you wanted was a pen and pad because right then you two would write scripture.