Shared Spaces & Hidden Desires • Seungcheol

70 - Reverie

Seungcheol

Of course I followed her.

How could I not?

Fuck—I missed her. I missed touching her. I missed the sound of her breath when I kissed her neck, the way her fingers would linger on my skin even after she pulled away. I missed everything.

So when she asked me if I wanted to join her... there wasn't even a question. I followed.

She walked into the bathroom without looking back, and I stayed a few steps behind, heart pounding too loud for the quiet that surrounded us. My eyes never left her—not when her dress slipped off her shoulders like she was shedding the last of the space between us.

She was... she was her.

Still her.

And when she stepped into the shower, warm water running down her back, and looked at me over her shoulder—softly, like she was asking me to come closer without saying a word—I didn't hesitate.

I stripped off my clothes and stepped in with her.

"Can you rub my back?" she asked, voice quiet, almost drowned by the sound of water.

"Yeah," I said. Voice thick, throat tight. "Of course."

My hands touched her skin and I swear—I almost lost it right then. The feel of her under my fingers again... warm, familiar, unreal. I moved slow. Palms gliding down her shoulder blades, along her spine. Gentle pressure. Steady circles. I didn't even realize I had leaned in until my chest was pressed flush against her back.

And she didn't move.

She didn't flinch. She didn't stop me.

I felt her breathing shift, slower and shallower, and when she brought her hands to her stomach—soaping herself in slow, careful motions—I knew she felt it too.

Me. Pressed up against her like I couldn't keep the space anymore.

She still didn't move.

I couldn't take it. My restraint was already thinning and with her skin on mine, her scent in the steam, the weight of silence between us—I stepped back before I ruined it.

And then she turned.

She looked at me.

I panicked for a second, guilt rushing in too fast. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have..." I said quietly, eyes closing, because I didn't want to see any regret in hers. I couldn't handle it.

But when I opened them... she was still looking.

Right at me.

Those eyes—her eyes—soft and full of something I hadn't seen in so long.

Love.

The same love that used to look at me like I was her world. The kind of love that hurt just as much as it healed.

And I couldn't.

My hand moved to the back of her neck, the other slipping onto her waist without thinking. I pulled her to me slowly, almost afraid she'd pull away—but she didn't. Not even a flinch.

I kissed her.

God, I kissed her.

After so long—too long.

And it felt...

Like home.

Like forgiveness.

Like everything I'd been aching for since the day I watched her walk away.