(A/N: *coughs coughs*)

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Rosé's POV:

  Jisoo pressed me against my room's door, her lips looking for mine in a feverish kiss. But kisses were only a preface. A charming preface, certainly.

  A preface that is re-read unceasingly.

  And I was eager to know the rest of the story.

  My hand caressed her silky hair, tangling my fingers with her strands. In this blissful moment, my mind was clouded with lust and passion. For this single night, she was mine and I was hers. Was it love at first sight? I couldn't deny that since we met, the raven-haired never left my thoughts.

  I blindly unlocked the door, making us stumble onto the floor, Jisoo topping me. She straddled my hips and started unbuttoning my top. Our hands were shaking in excitement and apprehension. We couldn't stop what we started.

  Her tongue licked my upper lip, asking for entrance, and I granted her willingly. I felt so hot, so breathless, so desperate.

  Using my weight, I flipped us over, pressing Jisoo onto the floor, then went on top of her, the lower part of my body in-between her parted legs. She moaned against my skin and sucked on my neck.

  I lowered the straps of her dress, giving me better access to her shoulders. Why was she so divine? Was that an angel before me?

  I got off of this beautiful woman and took her in my arms, bringing her to the bed. I laid her down gently, not breaking our eye contact, and wandered my hands on her wonderful curves.

  We got rid of our clothes slowly, learning the shape of our bodies without any shame. I pushed Jisoo down on the mattress, her dark hair sprawling on the white sheets, offering her naked body to my lustful eyes.

  I brushed her swollen lips with my thumb, lost in the delightful touch. She was breathless, her chest going up and down in a jerky rhythm.

  My soul was set aflame by our desire, our passion, and the wildfire burning in her dark orbs was telling me only one thing: I need you. My mouth travelled down her chest, tracing with kisses the voluptuous shape of her breasts.

  I was craving for her delicious skin.

  However, Jisoo pulled me back into her embrace and gave my cheek a tender caress. I felt so weak under her touch. Her inquisitive eyes scrutinized me with a certain fright, a palpable apprehension.

  She was about to give herself to me, and for that, an absolute trust was needed.

  I pressed my forehead against hers and intertwined our fingers, waiting patiently. I was hypnotized by her gaze and the sensation of her naked body against mine. I deposited a sweet kiss on her slightly parted lips, then told her in a sigh those three simple yet magical words:

"I love you."

  And she loved me too. In some way...

  Maybe it was my lust talking but tonight, she was mine and I was hers, like the light to the sun and the rain to the clouds.

  Only for a night, we were allowing ourselves to get lost in whirlwind sensations.

  I took possession of her lips, biting them slightly. Her skin was gold under my fingertips; so precious. So desired. Her beauty was as delicate as a bloomed flower, and her sweet scent was driving me crazy.

  Trickling kisses down her jaw, I felt her hands travel from my neck down my back. I sucked on the skin of her cleavage, leaving a love mark as I was tracing shapes on her inner thigh.

  Jisoo asked me to make love to her, and I was pouring my soul into the task. We were creating memories together, and there was no doubt that I would feel hurt later, but I prefer having regrets than remorses.

  I lowered my mouth to her breasts and let my tongue play with the perked tip of her mounds. Jisoo moaned softly and arched her back in a feline curve, exalting my need of her.

  I pushed her back against the mattress and pinned her arms above her head, pressing my core onto hers. We both groaned at the contact and the Korean gripped on my shoulders, her cheeks slightly flushed.

  My hand cupped her crotch, and I gasped at her sudden wetness. My thumb played with her clit, drawing circles around it as I watched her pleasured expression.

  I pocked my fingers at Jisoo's entrance then slipped them in, winning another moan from her. Her lips were parted, eyes closed in delight. I leaned in for a kiss while thrusting slowly inside of her.

  She was clutching on the sheets, and my free hand went to hold hers in an intimate movement.

  Jisoo was close to release. I quickened my pace, her hips bucking up, and soon enough she coaxed into what seemed to be a mind-blowing orgasm.

  Her eyes opened slowly as I laid my body over hers. She caressed my back, giving me a few kisses here and there. We stayed in a comfortable silence, just gazing at each other.

  I pecked her lips and gave her a soft smile, feeling overwhelmed. I couldn't comprehend what just happened. Did I really make love to a stranger I just met? Should I blame the alcohol?

"Thank you," Jisoo said out of the blue, getting teary-eyed.

"Why are you crying?" I asked a bit panicked, cupping her cheek.

"I think I am realizing now what I missed with my husband: care. I am not in love with you, yet I felt thousands of more things than with him."

  My heart clutched at her last sentence. Why was I hurt?

"At least, you have your children. There is no stronger thing than a mother's love."

"Won't they miss the presence of a father in their life?"

  Jisoo looked so vulnerable at this instant. I pulled her in my embrace, laying her head on my chest and covering us with the blanket.

"As long as you show your kids how much you love them, they won't ask for anything else but you."

"You don't know how much your words mean to me. But I can't understand why I am telling you all this," She muttered, burying her face in the crook of my neck. "Usually, I am not this open to..."

"To strangers? Me neither. Maybe because will never see each other again. It's easier."

  She hummed and started peppering my chest with kisses.

  The night wasn't finished.

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Jisoo's POV:

  I woke up feeling warm and safe. I opened my eyes slowly, taking in the morning light coming from the window. An arm was resting over my waist, fingertips slightly brushing my belly.

  It took me a few seconds to realize where I was, and what I had done. Rosé was breathing against my neck, still in deep slumber. My naked back was resting against her equal bare skin as she was spooning me. Saying that I was in panic was an understatement.

  Carefully, I moved out of her embrace and went to the bathroom to take a shower. My mind was clouded by yesterday night's events; the sensation of Rosé's toned body against mine, the words shared, the pleasure given...

  I felt my core pulsing at those memories and immediately turned off the water. Still being extra cautious, I entered the room to see the Aussie laying down on her stomach, her head resting on her crossed arms.

  The sheets were only covering her lower part, showing her beautiful naked back.

  I quickly dressed up and checked my luggage, to see if I had forgotten anything. My plane would take off in 1h or so, forcing me to hurry. I called a cab, and before leaving the room looked back at the bed. Something was telling me to stay, not to sneak out like a thief. The night before deserved a proper talk.

  Why did I ask her to make love to me? Why?!

  But deep inside, I knew that wasn't what I was wondering in reality. My attraction toward Rosé scared me, in fact. But the latter helped me go through these past few days, maybe I was just being vulnerable and asked for a bit of love, for once?

  Without noticing, I was already approaching the sleeping beauty, taking a last look at her to keep her image etched in my memory.

  The teacher's blond hair was sprawled on her shoulders, and I had to resist the need to pass my fingers in her strands. I leaned over her slowly and kissed her cheek affectionately.

'We spent a short time together, Park Chaeyoung, but thank you for being my guardian angel' I thought.

  Because she truly was an angel, appearing out of nowhere and helping me out without asking anything in return.

  Suddenly, with her eyes still closed, Rosé spoke:

"In another life, I would make you stay."

"In another life..." I repeated with a melancholic smile. "See you later. Maybe."

"I don't think so," She muttered in a hoarse voice.

"Then...

... See you never."

  I left her on these words, heavy-hearted. Was I making a mistake?

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(A/N): that's not the end, only the beginning