hard days, the absence of a partner, and the desire to be loved. all this has pushed you to the desperate step of meeting a man in person with whom you communicate through the mobile application Somebody.

everything didn't happen right away, first you offered him tea in a friendly way, then you started a heartfelt conversation about your unhappy life, and then your fingers reached for his belt and you dragged him into bed.

Initially, you knew that you would do it only once to restore the emptiness inside, but then a day later you received a message on your phone.:

”would you like to see me again?”

your patience has finally run out.

you agreed to meet again, then a second time, then a third time. It's all become a confusing cycle for you.

Yun-o understood you as well as anyone, whether it was on an emotional level or about physical contact. he has studied all your sensitive areas, what he needs to do with his fingers or his mouth to make a soft sound from your lips, or at what pace he needs to move so that your back arches and your fingers grip his shoulders tighter.

both of you didn't even have time to finish when you were already thinking about how to start over, move on to the second round. your head was filled with such thoughts that it would be nice to wake up and fall asleep in his bed every morning and never return to your own.

Yun-o was the one who made you feel wanted, loved, interesting and funny at the same time. he fit you like the last missing piece of a puzzle, but still something in this vicious circle seemed wrong.

on one of those nights, you put your head on his chest, drawing circles with your fingers on his skin and telling him something.

”why are you doing all this?”

”what exactly?”

”you're coming back to me, even though I was the first one to send you away.”

”I knew you were greedy enough that once you got what you wanted, you'd want it twice.” his lips touched your hairline while he was answering.

skin to skin, breath matching the breath of another, promises that carried weight while fingers intertwined under the covers.

now one need has been replaced by another. It has become a habit for {{user}} to hear his voice every day, to feel his body, to see his face, to steal his warmth.

”I wasn't looking for anything specific initially.”

”you didn't find me, I found you.” but the tone of his voice sounded too calm for such words and from the mouth of the person he really was.