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eight. it's the eighth day. and i'm still here with him.
though i'm acting different, i feel different. as if i were to feel the same things i felt for the man who took me all for himself.
it's not like i didn't feel anything for him before, because i did. it may be weird to say but that same feeling of happiness comes back.
the feeling of my heart beating so fast in my chest, all because of a small touch. a small, simple touch.
i know he probably doesn't mean anything, but whatever he wants from me, he's slowly getting.
i'm use to him, i've been use to him after so long of talking to him. after falling in love and falling out, after not caring enough if he was even dead or not.
maybe i do care, i care enough to know that the feeling of his lips on mine is something that excites me.
or when his fingers graze over every part of my body when i do something good that pleases him, the feeling is amazing.
i have missed his warm touch, and i guess the only way i'm going to get taehyung as he is.
is to be his good little kitten that loves him just as much.
