[0:00]The moment I opened my eyes, I realized I was lying skinning in the same bed with my arch enemy. Vincent hooked my leg up around his waist. Good boy, baby, give me a kiss. Good your sister. Baby, kiss your damn mouth. I'm a man, I lifted. My leg to kick him away. But Vincent caught my ankle and flipped me under him. You're not satisfied, but you clearly said last night it felt great. Felt what? What the hell are you talking about? I stared in horror at Vincent's face looming close. My My brain hadn't even peaced anything together yet when my lips were suddenly stolen and he kissed me. Out of nowhere and when he pulled back, I swear he even licked me. Okay, okay. It's my bad. I was a bit rough with that position last night. If you don't like it, we can try another one next time. Don't be mad, all right. When Vincent's mouth curled up, the delayed signal, finally reached my brain, damn it. I've been slept with by Vincent. He lowered his head to kiss me again, and I immediately used all my strength to kick forward with a loud thud. Vincent was kicked off the bed, and the quilt went with him, leaving the star naked people exposed. I scrambled to grab the quilt, and cover my lower half. His, are you trying to murder your husband? Sitting on the floor. Vincent rubed the back of his head. My gaze slowly slid over him inch by inch. His features were as unfairly handsome as ever, just more mature now. His neck was long, with a few incriminating marks left on it. His chest and arms were lying with smooth muscle, and there were some ambiguity the scratch marks across them fresh. Once. Notice where I was looking, Vincent gland down at himself too. Baby, I think you really liked how I was last night. Why don't we try it again next time? Damn. I scratch him. I'm the type who scratches people. No. That's not the point. The point is, last night before bed, I was still cursing. Vincent for never finding a wife. So how did I end up rolling around with him this morning? That makes no sense. I stared at Vincent's face for a while and suddenly realized something. I grabbed the phone beside me. Lit up the screen. Unlock that lock screen with the kissing silhouette and open the calendar. It had dumped me. Six years later. Amazing. I put the phone down and looked back at Vincent again. My eyes unbidden followed where I just look, damn, bigger than mine. So, six years from now. What are Vincent and I, proper lovers or pop mark level besti? Daniel, what's wrong? Maybe because I've been spacing out too long. Vincent put one knee on the and. Nothing, just thinking, how was I supposed to explain this? said time traveled. Only a ghost would believe that. Vincent shrugged my black hair lightly, stole a quick practice kiss on my cheek, then bent to pick up the clothes on the floor and put them on one by one. You're off today. Don't think about work. Go back to sleep for a bit. Oh, and I've got a dinner tonight. I won't drink, but I'll be home late. He first, don't wait on an empty stomach. That natural intimacy, that reporting every attitude there's no way we're not lovers. I sat on the bed clutching a quilt not moving just staring dazed and as he dressed washed and got ready to go before he left he stood by the bed brows slightly bent looking at me like he was waiting for something. What are you doing? Vincent tapped his lower lip with the finger. Waiting for my goodbye kiss I shimmer. You've got to be kidding me. How could I go kiss my arch enemy and I'm still naked seeing I wasn't react Vincent bent down himself and picked me right on the mouth. I wanted to dodge, but he was holding my chin I couldn't. Vincent's steady voice held a laugh. Looks like I really over did it last night. You're all slow today. I'll start earlier tonight and try to let you sleep more. Me. After Vincent left, I ignored the slight discomfort in my body and went to the mirror to look over the model marks. Everywhere. I really couldn't figure it out how did a guy straighten than a flag pole get bent into griddle. Skers, I sat. They're like a wooden chicken for a while, then picked up my phone and opened the album, scrolling through photo after photo and almost got blinded by the full screen. There was Vincent in nearly every single picture, fingers ache. Me curled in his arms, me yanking him to make funny faces. Even his bedhead sleeping face looking stupidly handsome, next to which I was holding up to fingers and AV the me and the photos looked very happy, very in love with Vincent and damn it, kind of like a sip. No, is this right? I put the phone down like a very old man and stared into space. I pictured in my head what it would look like. Me and Vincent rolling together. Then matched it with what it happened this morning and I don't know if it was because I was mentally prepared, but I didn't actually feel disgusted. I'm doomed. Am I? secretly in the closet, but Vincent didn't look bent before either.
[5:00]After 10 minutes of deep self-reflection, I picked the phone back up and open moments. Turned out our official announcement was exactly six years ago right a month. After the time I time from one month to go from our enemies to old Mary. This world really is to abstract. After a whole day of processing, I'd slowly accept the absurd fact that we were together, but I still didn't quite know what to do because I had it. Actually lived those six years. Of course, it fell off. Right then, Vincent came home. The shirt he'd worn when he left was now under a black suit with a subtle pattern. His tie was perfectly done. I'd seen him in many looks basketball uniform, school uniform, and even with nothing on this morning. But the moment I saw him in a suit, my heart still thumped uncontrollably. The tailored suit made him look tall and lean. His cavs wrapped nicely by the pants. I have to admit it was helplessly handsome. Vincent sat on the sofa and waved me over. I walked over and Vincent just reached out by the time I realized it. I was already sitting on him face-to-face. Legs naturally apart, my waist held tight in his hands. This body clearly does this a lot. I was still thinking about how to. Tell Vincent, I was from six years ago I heard a short laugh. What is it? You've been staring at me so long. If you want to kiss me, just kiss now, who wants to kiss? My gayly slid down from his lips to his eyes, where he was smiling, after twisting around forever. I finally spoke, conflicted. Vincent, actually I before I could finish, he caught the back of my head and his mouth came down. On mine, this wasn't like the pec in the morning. This was a real deep, mouth to mouth kiss. Vincent held the back of my neck with one hand and pried my jaw with the other. I was was kissed so hard my head spun. My whole body went weak and I almost couldn't stay sitting on him. The air in my lungs was squeezed out and my vision flickered black. Just when I thought I was about to die right there. Vincent lifted me up in that position turned and tossed me onto the sofa. Yanking off his tie with one hand. You, W, wait. I have something to. Vincent pinned my waist and blocked. The words at my lips. Baby, say it later. Okay. I reached up to push him away. But my wrist were tied to right with his tie, me. So we're playing for real. But in the end, I still didn't manage to tell the truth, because at the most critical moment, I blinked, and when I opened my eyes again, I was back on my familiar dorm bed. My breathing was still a little fast, and the sunlight pouring in from the balcony was so bright at hurt. After I calm down, I blinked a few times in confusion. I groped under the pillow for my phone. After unlocking it, it was still the game. Result screen from before I went to sleep, and when I opened the album, There were no couple photos. So it was just a spring dream. But if it was a dream, why was the person I dreamed about Vincent? And that kiss had been way to real. I lay there in a days for a long time. Then rolled from my side onto my back and touched my lips with my fingertips. Smooth, not a little swollen, no bite marks. I paused, let out a ridiculous little snout, shook my head and got up to wash. halfway through brushing my teeth in the mirror. Something flashed through my mind and my eyes flew wide. I practically ran over and grabbed my phone again and unlocked it. The screen very clearly said Thursday, but I clearly remembered yesterday was Thursday. I opened the game again and saw my points were a tragic mess and my rank had dropped in, entire tear. My brain was spinning like crazy but with no answer yet. When the door burst open with a bang and scared me straight. Hey, Daniel, perfect. You're up. Come on. Let's go watch the show our department's beauty setup. A huge scene to confess. My roommate Charles dragged me out by the My head was still stuck on the time jump thing. So I waved him off, not arrested. What's so good about a confession? It's always the same old thing, but the person she's confessing to is your mortal enemy. Vincent, the, I was stepping back. Who? Vincent, the one you keep cursing will never find a wife. But honestly, with his conditions, so many people have thrown themselves at him and none of them have succeeded. Only our school bell has the guts. Come on, let's go. I've never a girl to the confessing. My brain stalled for a beat. My chest claggled for no reason and some nameless anger ran wild. I don't want to go. AWW, come on. Just go with me. If the school bell gets rejected, maybe I can offer her my broad shoulders. Me, the field was packed. Charles dragged me left and right until we found a spot in front. Damn, that's a big setup. With this many flowers, who could refuse. Hey Daniel, to be honest. I actually thought you and Elizabeth were a good match. One school bell. One school hung from the same faithfully look perfect. Who knew? She'd liked the CS school hung instead. On the field, Elizabeth was standing in the middle of a sea of red and white roses in a plain white dress, holding a big bucket too. Eyes shining as she looked in one direction. Vincent hadn't arrived yet. I press my lips together. But Daniel, why are you in Vincent so out again? Every time you see him your eyes and nose all twist up. Did he steal your girlfriend? I gave Charles a speechless look. No, then why? Honestly, it wasn't that complicated. We grew up in the same compound, and we actually got along okay when we were kids. Vincent is the kind of person who takes everything seriously. The other people's son parents love. I'm not. I like to play, and I like to get in trouble. It would have been fine to be compared to him all the time, but he just had to, be against me. I skipped class he reported me. I didn't do homework, he tattled. I sent a love letter he intercepted it. If I did on a test. He'll lecture me with a cold face over and over. Even for college, he had to apply to the same school. Thanks to him. I never even dated. So after a long time, the resentment pile up. Honestly, that's too much. People who don't know what think he's your mom. He interferes in everything. I hate tail the most. I furrowed. Before, whenever I heard people bad myth, I'd be the first to agree, but today for some reason it didn't go down well. actually it's not that bad. Now that I think about it it was all just but you were weird yesterday. I saw you corner Vincent against the wall you were practically pressed on him. Is that some new way you made up to grow him out my scalp tingling and an unbelievable guess rushed into my head you when did you see he's here he's here Vincent's here look my question was cut off I followed the direction everyone was yelling at and seeing being pushed and dragged over by a few guys, laughing. For no reason my heart thumped hard and I curled my fingertips. What's going on? Why isn't he going over? Vincent stopped a few meters from the flower sea and didn't take another step. His brows faint in creasing. The crowd was getting louder and louder, but he still didn't look like he was going to move. What does that mean? I said lightly, he's allergic to pollen, Charles. Vincent asked his roommate to run over and tell Elizabeth something. And Elizabeth's face turned red right away. She tossed her bike aside, stepped out of the roses and walked to a spot a short distance from Vincent. The two of them talked, but they were to far away, we couldn't really hear. But Elizabeth's face didn't look good. She looked like she was about to cry. Vincent's face didn't look good. She looked like she was about to cry. Vincent's face didn't look good. She looked like she was about to cry. Vincent's face didn't look good. She looked like she was about to cry. Vincent's face didn't look good. She looked like she was about to cry. Vincent's face didn't look good. She looked like she was about to cry. my face, Elizabeth, took a deep breath, turned back to say something to Vincent, and then just coolly turned and left, leaving behind a ground full of roses and gossip. Charles scratch his head. That's it. Did it work or not? How should I know? But from the looks of it, you can go offer your broad shoulders, seeing there was nothing to watch. People left in twos and threes, leaving only a few, to pick up the flowers, but Vincent didn't move. From far away, he was still looking at me. His eyes were unreamable. I looked back at him and my heart started pounding faster and I instinctively wanted to avoid it. Charles waved a hand in front of me. Stop staring Daniel. If you keep staring I'll think you're going to go up and fight him. Come on. Let's eat. Maybe we can bump into the school bell. My shoulders and chest are always open to. Her under Vincent's long distance gaze Charles chatter on and pulled me away. I didn't go eat with Charles. I walked alone to the grove at the very edge of campus because I could feel that the way I looked at Vincent wasn't normal. It was completely different from before, like, like a love strut girl, pa, boy, I squarted under a tree, plucked a blade of grass, wiped the dirt off, stuck it in my mouth, feeling very depressed. To be fair, Vincent's looks are flawless. The kind of face that both men and women on the street would look back at, as for personality, aside from not being able to stand me, and liking to go against me, he's steady and reliable. He has a lot of good points, sure, but but I'm supposed to he's right? No, clinking, annoying. And he's a man. I can't just just because I kissed him a few times and have slept with him. Completely turned, right? Maybe I should drink some herbal medicine. What are you doing here alone? That familiar voice sounded above my head and scared me so much I bounced up. Seeing it was Vincent, my heart beat shamethly sped up again. Stop banging, slow down. I tried hard to act calm, making my tone sound the same as before. Because I want to. Does my walk bother you. You really are bored. Vincent ignore my sarcastic tone, took a step closer his dark eyes on me. Yesterday, what was it you didn't finish saying? Yesterday, Charles's words popped into my head. I'm dead. I swallowed and tested yesterday. What did I do to you? Vincent looked me up and down. You flirted with me. You pushed me against the wall and felt me up. You bit my neck and shoot on my ear. That wasn't me. No, wasn't the current me, oh. And you also call me husband and asked if I wanted to try kissing you. Stop, enough. Don't say it. I rushed up to cover Vincent's mouth and cursed to the sky like I was 50 years old. Daniel from six years later. What kind of indecent nonsense were you doing? Vincent stared at me for a long time. His gay is a little hot. I had never been this embarrassed. My face was burning. I was both ashamed and angry. He took the hand eye. Was using to cover his mouth and held it in his palm without letting go. Daniel, do you like I yanked my hand back and cut him off in a panic. No, but you, I said no. So it's no. panicking. I just kept patching for myself. But none of it went through my brain. Don't be so full of yourself. How can I possibly like you? You're so arrogant, who do you think you are? The God of wealth. You know this. I've hated you since I was a kid. I don't even want to see you. I want to be as far away from you as humanly. possible, just stop coming to find me. I'm stick of it. I rattled all that off with my tongue tied. And I didn't dare look at Vincent's face. I just turned and ran. Vincent stood there frozen. I didn't dare look back. I just kept my head down and walked. Almost bumping into few people, apologizing over and over. I went back to the door with my thoughts and chaos, pulled out the chair and sat there in silence for 10 minutes. My blood slowly curled down. After a moment, I clicked my tongue, shut my eyes and slapped myself. Damn that. Listen to what you said. It was sharp to the point of being vicious. Vincent didn't even do anything to me. That I really have to go for personal attacks. I looked like some cornered dog lashing out. I slump there again for a bit, then kicked off my shoes, took off my jacket, crawled into bed and pulled the blanket over my head. Forget it. I'll find a time to apologize. I drafted to 100 words in my head, recited them quietly several times. Did all the mental prep I could and went to find Vincent to apologize. But for several days in a row, I couldn't because Vincent actually took my nonsense seriously. I texted him no reply. I went to the computer science building to block him didn't see him. I accidentally met him downstairs at the door and he went around me. Like I was the plague. I was grinding my teeth to dust. The fifth time, I ran into him in the cafeteria. I took my tray, stroked over and sat down across from Vincent, setting the tray down with a slap. Vincent looked up at me, expressionless.
[21:30]He lowered his eyes and was about to get up and leave but I pressed him back down running again sit there and behave I held my breath teeth grinding Vincent let me hold his wrist and just sat there quietly he didn't look at me only at his food I grumble my teeth for a long while did some mental prep took a deep breath and spoke in a muffled voice actually that day I Daniel how heartless you eat without me the speech I'd organize got cut off again Charles popped out of nowhere hooked my shoulder and slid right in Besides me, my body tilted with him. So I had to let go of Vincent's hand and catch myself on the table. Vincent, Charles's eyes spun, and he gave a mysterious little laugh. He leaned to my ear and lowered his voice. Don't panic. Watch your bro stick up for you. No. Don't I tried to pinch his mouth shut, but I was still a step too late. Charles, full of swagger, hooked an arm around my neck. One hand on his hip, Jin raises like a big rooster. Well, well, isn't this the famous Vincent? I mean, seriously. Our pretty girls not pretty or our game's not fun, why are you always? Staying at our Daniel, huh? You his mom. I'm begging you, stop talking and go eat. I raised my hand to cover his mouth, but he slapped it away. Hey, what are you afraid of? I'll handle him. Charles crossed one leg like some gang boss and knocked his knuckles on the table. Vincent, people got another place just because you're handsome, your grades are good, and people line up from the West gate to the east gate to chase. You doesn't mean you can do whatever you want. Our baby Daniel is such a good boy. We're not letting you bully him, Daniel. I've got him. Help. Can someone dragged this idiot away from me. I desperately grabbed a chunk of fat on. Charles's waste and pinched hard, making him yell and a twisted voice. Even in this situation, Vincent still kept his good manners. He didn't get mad. His gaze only stayed on Charles's hand that was hooked around my neck for a few seconds. He didn't say anything, picked up his tray and left. Great. for nothing and I couldn't catch up. Fumin. I stole the drum stick from the bowl next to me and grinned at 180 gen, still howling Charles. Stop eating, lose weight. What a headache? Why is it so hard to properly apologize face to face? I let out the 80 side of the day. Took out my phone and opened my chat with Vincent. Hey, don't mind what Charles said, okay, he was just talking nonsense. I'm apologizing for him. Please don't take it to heart. I stared hard at the chat box. two minutes passed. Great, no reply again. I shut off the screen, deflated and lowered my head to eat for the next three days. I went to block Vincent even more diligently. Heaven doesn't disappoint the persistent finally on a quiet path with almost no one. I saw him from far away. I was just about to go up when I saw Elizabeth come running from the other end, bright and happy, smiling up at Vincent. My leg paused step. Elizabeth leaned forward, said something eerily, then took out a rap gift from behind her and handed it to Vincent. A present. They looked close. But how didn't Vincent reject her confession? My thumbnail unconsciously dug into the joint of my index finger. My eyes were fixed on Vincent. And the next second, he actually took it with both hands, even from the back I could see the care and expectation. At the end, he even nodded to Elizabeth. Just like a couple who just confirmed their relationship and can't wait to give gifts to show their feelings. My chest felt like it had been punched heavy and tight. Are they dating? So 's been avoiding me these days because he's, afraid I'll disturb his dates, but clearly I'm the one who's, Vincent suddenly turned around, instinctively not wanting him to see me. I slipped into the side path and left quickly. I walked and walked, then stopped and leaned against the wall. My back pressed to the cold surface. My head hung. All of a sudden, I felt like a clown, like a bad joke, really annoyed. What the hell was I doing? Just when I was trying to find something to vent the shitty mood on, my phone rang. Hello, boo who I got rejected again. Why are women so heartless? I hate them. Hi, what's wrong with me? So I gained a lead to 100 pounds. So, what? Superficial, who wouldn't be Daniel Wou after losing weight? I Charles. I cut off Charles's ghost waling, straightened up. Where are you drinking? Send me the address. That's come back. He's not even human. He used to calm me baby, always hugging and kissing me. halfway through he didn't want to take responsibility. And then he went off with someone else. How did I not see he was this awesome before? And I was spinning around like an idiot for him. heartless dog, vicious bastard, piece of shit, chick, effing bastard. I smack the table hard, knocking over a few empty bottles. Grab the half full can and poured it into my mouth. Okay, okay. Bastard bastard. Charles snatched the bottle from me and kicked away the circle of bottles around us, my ancestor. I'm begging you. If you keep drinking, I really think you're going to die. He prop my sleepy body a ride. I tried to reach for the beer again, but got blocked by a mountain. Seriously, weren't you here to comfort me? How did it become me comfortable you? But ancestor, when did you start dating? How did I not know? Which faculty is she from? How dare she toy with our school hook's feelings? Do I know her hug? Why does this mountain have a mouth? Talking and talking. Move. Don't block my beer. Nope. You can't drink anymore. You've scared me sober. I'll take you hold on. I got to pick this up. Hello. Yeah, I'm in the door. Right now. Okay, okay. Wait for me, I'm coming. Oh no, oh no, my advisor is looking for me. Must be the theorist, Daniel. Who else do you know? Well, I'll call him to come get you. He shook me left and right. I shoved the mountain's tentacles away in annoyance and blurted out a name without thinking. The mountain froze. You sure. You don't have another choice. I can still drink. Beer. I leaned forward trying to find another bottle, but was pressed back down. Okay, okay. I'll call him to pick you up. But if he dumps you on the road, don't blame me. You said you wanted him. I felt like I'd been awake the whole time. But also like I doze off. When I opened my eyes again, the mountain was gone. Standing in front of me was a tall, lean figure. I squinted. Oh, the come back. Vincent crouched down and smooth my messy bangs. Why did you drink so much? Your stomach's going to hurt tomorrow. I slapped his hand away angrily and started, accusing him. Fucking scuffed. Don't touch me, aren't you want to date? What are you doing coming to find me? You dog, if you didn't want to be responsible, then don't kiss me. My first kiss is gone, how? Are you paying me? Back? He suddenly went quiet. His whole expression went dark. Vincent pinned my jaw and forced me to look at him. Daniel, who am I, psycho? I shook him off and glared. Vincent. He paused, then slowly softened again and said helpless. How am I on a date? And when did I kiss you? When he said that? I suddenly sobered up a bit. Right. The one who kissed me was the six years later one. This one really had it. I huff, grabbed his collar violently and pulled myself over. Vincent's pupils flew wide. I kissed and bit him for a good while, then shoved him away hard. See? Now you've kissed me. Vincent pushed back, braced. Both hands on the floor. His whole body leaned back, his expression uncharacteristically blank. Huh? Got you. I crawled over. I was just about to start a new round of accusations when the scene suddenly flipped. Vincent turned me over and pin me to his chest. One arm around my shoulders, the other gripping my flailing arm and kissed me hard, wild and rough. The air was yanked out of my lungs and my blood pounded against my ear drums. I wanted to run, but my body wouldn't cooperate stiff and weak. I couldn't break free at all and that fierce. Restless kiss, I finally blacked out early the next morning. I was woke by the sound of running water. When I opened my eyes, I found I was in a big hotel There was a clear dip beside me and when I reached over it was still warm. What the? I sat up and saw that the clothes I had worn yesterday were all on the floor and I was wearing an oversized long t-shirt. It wasn't mine but it looked familiar who brought me to a hotel or was I? picked up. I lifted the blanket thank God underwear still on other than the hangover headache my body didn't feel off. I was still thinking when the water stopped. I turned my head and ran straight into coming out of the bathroom. Why are you here? Vincent casually towelled off his hair. The plain short tea he wore still had the tag on. He tossed the towel back into the bathroom and leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. Don't drink that much in front of other people again. Your drink in self is really bad. Excuse me, his drinking in self is bad. I I was about to launch a powerful rebuke when bits of last night suddenly crashed into my head, dragging Vincent in the KTV to kiss him. On the road insisting, on getting a room, reaking of alcohol and grabbing him to unress me, being restless in bed, clinging to him like an octopus, kissing, touching, rubbing, and after that, I couldn't remember. It's over. I can't live like this. I sat there frozen like I'd seen a ghost. Not saying a word for a long time. Vincent walked to the table, took out another set of new casual clothes from the bag and handed them over. I ordered portage. 10 minutes. Do you feel dizzy? Go wash first. Huh? Oh, okay. I took the half a beat late and obediently,ly shoved into the bathroom. The hot water woke me up completely. I washed in a hurry and cursed myself for the 10th time. How could a person cause a mess this big? After a fierce internal struggle, I turned off the shower. Got dressed and walked out nervously. Vincent had laid out breakfast on the table. He peeled an egg, put it in a small bowl and pushed it across to the other side. Done. Eat first. Oh. I ate with my heart in my throat. Not tasting anything. and I got full in just a few bites. When I stopped, Vincent nodded at the ball. Not eating. I'm full. Okay, Vincent got up. Sat on the edge of the bed and patted the spot next to him. Come here. Let's talk. It's over. I'm about to be executed. I shove over in tiny steps and sat down properly with my hands folded. Why did you drink last night? Because you cheated. I chased my lips and didn't say anything. Talk. I was in a bad mood. Why were you in a bad . Bro, do I really have to spell out that I saw you with Elizabeth? The more I thought about it, the more annoyed I got. I turn my head away from him. I think I saw you at the faculty yesterday. Were you upset because I was walking with someone else. Why would you care? What are you? The 1000 ways? Vincent turned my face back in-by-in, looking, straight into my eyes, serious and deep, Daniel, why did you kiss me? Enough already. I slapped his hand away and yelled in total despair because I fucking like you, okay? As soon as I finished, I flop back onto the bed and buried my face in the pillow. I lost all face, didn't want to live. Let the trys destroy earth. After a moment of silence, I heard a soft laugh behind me. Vincent Peed me spiritually dead out of the pillow and tuck me gently into his arms. His voice was warm and beautiful. MM, I like you too. I'm yours now. My tighty shut eyes slowly opened. What did he say? He likes me? I a little. After and Vincent's arms for a while, I lifted a finger and poked his chest, popping myself up. When did you start liking me? How did I not notice? Vincent looked a little helpless. He cupped my cheek, and kissed the corner of my mouth, soft and slow, then deep it. Notice it now. I grabbed his sleeve and pinned a little fast. He rushed into my head. Vincent's fingertips brushed my lower lip. I never tried to hide how I felt about you. You were the one who never realized it. Huh? I stared at him blankly. But you always looked down on me. Always went against me. I counted on my fingers one by one. You reported me for skipping class. You tore up my love letters. You ruined my chances every single time. That was you. Vincent pulled. My hand and dragged me back into his arms, fingers pressing lightly on the back of my neck. That's just what you thought. Skipping class is wrong to begin with why can't I report you. As for tearing your love letters, I admit I was being selfish. I didn't want you looking at anyone else. If you die, it can only be me. I never wanted to be against you. I only wanted to be with Vincent to my ear. breath, warm, opened his mouth and wrapped the last word. My blood rushed straight to my head and my whole body burned. This man is way way way too. But to be honest, I kind of wanted it to. We didn't finish last time. After we cleared the air, I got a bit reckless. Face red I pulled myself up from his arms, stradled him to face him, and clumsly went to kiss him. His warm palm pressed to my back, and our kissing got hotter. Our breathing tangled. Just when I was eager to go to the next step, Vincent restrained, himself, let me go, and pinch my erlobe. I didn't bring anything today. Next time, huh? We're already like this. I'm muted, muted and sleepy. I want it. What? I bit down and crawled for his Adam's apple. I want you. The hand on my waist tightened all of a sudden. Vincent's eyes darkened. And just as I was about to bite his neck, he scooped me up and threw me on my back on the bed. When the curtains closed, the room dimmed into a warm, restful haze. Our two hearts fell into the same rhythm, wishing they could melt together. I was done. We extended the hotel for another day. After Vincent cleaned me up, he held me and rubbed. My sore waist, one stroke at a time. I rasped out an accusation. You're such a bastard. Who goes that long? Vincent kissed the top of my head. M, my bad. Next time, if you don't keep wrapping around me and telling me to go harder, I'll be quicker. Shut up. Those dirty lines don't feel like anything when you're doing it, but saying them now is morefied. I shove my head into Vincent. Chest and didn't say another word. After that day, I officially started dating Vincent out in the open. We ate together, took walks. He sat with me while I wrote my thesis. I watched him type code and sometimes we went to the empty Lake side to kiss. Ascar classmate and Charles had a lot of complaints about me not eating with him. But when I confessed, I was dating Vincent, his eyes went round, his mouth dropped open, and he stammered you, you, you for a long time without saying a sentence. I don't know whether it broke him or that my roommate is actually bent, or that my roommate actually got together with his lifelong nemesis, and I even kissed him out a few days ago. Anyway, he sided me for three straight days, and even his chicken legs didn't taste good anymore. A week later was my birthday. We weren't on campus. After some good-natured wrestling, Vincent held me with one arm and pulled a gift box from his bag with the other, kissing my temple. You're present, happy birthday. I took the box. The size and the bright ribbon looked familiar. When I opened, it it was the pair of handmade cufflinks I've been wanting for ages, the kind worth collecting, but it was a limited edition, long sold out and I couldn't find anyone selling it. I froze. How did you get it? I thought it wasn't for sale anymore. Vincent's knuckles brushed the skin behind my ear. Yeah, but the person who bought it was Elizabeth's brother. I asked her to see if he could sell it to me. Luckily, it was new and unused, so it didn't take much. My eyes widened. So, that night I went drinking, Elizabeth was actually delivering this to you. Yeah, Vincent packed the tip of my nose, and then someone just assumed I was dating someone else, didn't ask a single question, ran out to drink and throw a tantrum. Luckily, I was the one who picked you up, or I really would have looked you up. I rubbed my nose. If it wasn't you, I might not have thrown such a big tantrum. A sweet warm spread from my heart through every sense. I carefully put the gift away. Hugged Vincent and planted a big kiss on him. Vincent, I like you so. Much, this world is an abstract at all of course in our enemy can turn into a husband in one month. Vincent's smile got deeper. He pressed me down and kissed me again, long and slow. After words, I took a photo of our fingers in their lace, posted it to moments. and then fell back into his arms. I scratched his jaw. Hey, if I said I could foresee the future. Would you believe me? His arms tightened around me? M, then tell me, what's going to happen to us? I grin, lifting my leg over him. Two years after graduation, you'll start a tech company. It'll go really well. You'll be a boss while you're still young. We'll buy an apartment in city A. Then we'll go to country be to register our marriage. We won't hold the wedding, but we'll treat all our family and friends to a big meal and receive all their blessings. Our parents. I don't know how they accepted it, but they looked happy. My mom and your mom kept going on trips together, and sending us photos, you as always will have endless energy. Even though work during the day will already drain your brain, you'll still have energy at night to toss me around and make me try all kinds of weird positions. And you'll especially like it when I scratch you. You believe it. Vincent's eyes went unfocused, like he was picturing it. Then he hugged. I do. I believe all of it. Sounds like we're doing pretty well. He caught my fingertips and nibbled on them, then bit my ear, his voice warm. I really do like it when you scratch me, and I really like the way your eyes go red like you're about to cry. And I especially like it when you hook me and won't let me pull out. Stop, stop. You're not allowed to say it. I was so embarrassed, seeing Vincent smiling like that. I couldn't take it, I reached up and kissed him to shut him up. satisfaction and happiness filled every corner. I was so glad you loved me, and I love you. Alog. Later I found out that after I posted that moment, it spread like wildfire across campus to school hunks from the departments announcing they were together apparently. It hit a nerve from many girls. They said that while the girls in Elizabeth's dorm were all screaming with their heads in their hands. Elizabeth herself was coldly doing a face mask and painting her nails. Look at you lot. I knew ages ago. I even helped them get together. Then Elizabeth was surrounded. The whole night, everything she knew about me and Vincent got squeezed out till there was nothing left. She came to class the next day, half dead with dark circles. Aestrax extra. Everything went on along the track it was supposed to. One day six years later, I fell asleep exhausted and when I woke up, I was back in my college dorm. All the earlier memories came rushing back. I laughed in disbelief. Charles was still snoring loud enough to shake the roof. I washed up quickly and went out in a good mood. Seeing the dorm, convenience store, and Lecure buildings from six years ago it felt magical. I wondered around bought to breakfast ate mine then went to the dorm next door to wait soon. Vincent and his roommates came out. I put my leg down stuck my hands in my pockets and walked up to Vincent, nodding at the others. Sorry. I need to talk to him. Then I grabbed his wrist and dragged him somewhere quiet. Vincent didn't resist and let me pull him at an empty corner. I pinned him to the wall and just smiled at him without saying anything. Didn't you say you needed something? What is it? I lifted the plastic bag with the bun in front of him and shook it. Yeah. I came to bring you breakfast. Vincent gave me a doubtful look, but took it. Thanks. I stepped back a couple of steps and watched him finish it in a few bites. Huh? Six years ago Vincent is really tender. Feeling evil. I leaned and right as he finished. Drag my finger from his Adam's apple slowly down to his lower abdomen. The muscles under my hand tense. That reaction was so cute, Daniel. I pressed up against him fully. wrapped my arms around his back and took a deep breath in the crook of his neck. You. Vincent couldn't finish because I lick. The side of his neck, nudged my nose up along his skin and bit his erlobe, whispering husband in a soft voice. The skin against mine heated instantly. I noose him for a while, then pulled back a little. Smiling as I got close to his lips, just a hair's breath away, Vincent. You haven't kissed anyone yet, right? Want to try with me. It feels really good. You'll love it. Those pretty eyes flew wide, thick lashes fluttered. I couldn't help laughing. I tapped his nose. Here's another secret. Actually, I Daniel. Class is starting. You're going to be late. The atmosphere shattered under Charles's roar. I slowly turn my head and saw him not far away. waving like crazy. All right then. I stepped off in class time. I'm going. I was about to walk off when a hand grabbed my wrist hard. You didn't finish. What were you? Going to say. Vincent's voice was a little low. I blinked. I'll tell you next time. There will be a chance. Senior year didn't have many classes. After class though, my thesis advisor called me into revise. I'd long since forgotten everything from six years ago. So revising was slow. By the time I finished, it was already night. I wanted to see Vincent, but it was too late. So I just stroked straight back to the dorm. After washing up. I climbed onto that single bed I hadn't slept in in years, opened my phone and played a game I hadn't touched in for It had been too long. I was rusty. I played and kept losing. I got so mad I threw my phone aside without even exiting the game and fell asleep. When I woke up again, that familiar low ground was in my ear and a hot hand was needing my waist. It took me a second. Then I realized this was the part that had been cut off before and it was continuing now. Smiling, I leaned into kiss. Vincent, raised my hands still tied with a tight loop around his neck, hooked my legs around his lean waist. and welcomed him. After we made a big steaming mess of things, we lay their sweaty, coming down from it. I hooked his chin, kissed his eyelashes and said, happily, Vincent, you remember, before we started dating six years ago, one morning I cornered you and gropped you and bit you and asked if you wanted to try kissing, Vincent thought for a bit. Of course, I remember. I thought you were going to confess. I laughed and hugged him and kissed him. That was yesterday's me. Didn't I tell you I could see the future? Actually, I time The one, you saw yesterday was me from six years ago. Let me tell you, when I opened my eyes and saw I was in the same bed with you. I was so shocked. I told Vincent all about the time travel. He didn't think it was ridiculous, he listened seriously, smiling. When I finished a certain word, I suddenly realized my love with Vincent was fate.
