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⚠️ WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. READ AT YOUR DISCRETION.⚠️
Kim's Room
After the emotional reunion and all the overwhelming joy, I was exhausted. Tae gently led me to my room, never letting go of my hand.
"Kim, baby... I've missed you so much," he whispered, pulling me into his arms.
The moment I melted into his embrace, I felt it—the calm, the safety, the warmth I'd longed for, even without remembering why. I snuggled deeper, burying my face against his chest and inhaling that familiar scent. It felt like home.
"If I ever remember everything," I whispered, "I'll make it up to you. Every second we lost."
"You're back. That's all that matters to me," he said, tilting my face up so our eyes met.
I blushed instantly, unable to meet his intense gaze.
"You're still my soft, beautiful Kim," he smiled. "Even without memories, I can feel it—that bond between us."
"It's because we love each other," I replied softly. "When everyone else let go... you didn't. You waited for me."
He gently ran his fingers through my longer hair, studying me like I was a dream. I had changed—taller, leaner, with softer features—but he looked at me as if nothing had.
"You've grown even more beautiful, Kim," he murmured.
I looked away, cheeks burning. "Stop flattering me..."
He chuckled lowly, then gently took my chin between his thumb and forefinger, lifting my lips toward his.
"Last time, I kissed you without asking..." he whispered. "But now, I want to do it right. Kim, can I—"
I didn't let him finish. I leaned in and kissed him first.
"Don't ask," I said between kisses, pressing closer, needing more. The way our mouths moved together felt so natural, like a song I somehow remembered. My hands explored his chest—solid and warm—and a moan escaped me.
"Mmn..."
He pulled away slightly, breathless. "We should stop here... I don't want to rush you."
But I didn't want him to stop. I clung to him.
"Please... I don't want this to end," I whispered.
He hesitated, looking at me with so much emotion in his eyes. "Kim..." Then, before I could say another word, he scooped me into his arms and laid me gently on the bed.
"If you feel uncomfortable at any point, I'll stop. Promise me you'll tell me."
I nodded, heart pounding.
He began undressing me slowly, reverently, like every inch of me was something precious. His fingers traced softly over my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
"Still just as beautiful as I remember... maybe even more," he said, voice husky.
I blushed harder, turning my face away, but he gently touched my cheek.
"Don't hide from me, baby. Look at me... I want to see you. I want to see how much you want me too."
And I did look. Because I trusted him—because even without memories, I knew I was his.
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