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āYour soulmate is not someone that comes into your life peacefully. It is who comes to make you question things, who changes your reality, somebody that marks a before and after in your life. It is not the human being everyone has idealized, but an ordinary person, who manages to revolutionize your world in a secondā¦ā
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Somehow, he always seems out of reach. Ā Like trying to catch a cloud or smoke. Ā Each time she thinks that maybe sheās drawn him in he retreats from her seemingly without regret or regard for her. Ā What used to make her sad now only infuriates Mina beyond measure. Ā And this time, sheās reached her breaking point. Ā Pacing around her quarters, she tries to rationalize staying where she is. Ā Tries to convince herself that confronting him isnāt the best option. Ā She has her job to think about and the productivity of the crew if it ends up being the wrong decision and it somehow changes things.
Yet, that doesnāt seem to be enough. Ā For once rationalizing it doesnāt quell the fire simmering under her skin. Ā Too many times she kept silent when all she wanted to do was scream. Ā And somehow, tonight that seems impossible. Ā Before she can think about it any further, Mina storms over to his door with no plan. Ā All she knows is she canāt stand this anymore.
The split second between her knocking and him opening the door, she thinks about running away. Ā But, he opens the door, one arm propped against the frame and somehow the almost smile on his mouth stills all the protests in her brain. Ā Damn the consequences. Ā āHi, Iām sorry.ā Ā She doesnāt give him a chance to respond, hands reaching up and grasping his neck to pull him down to her. Ā She kisses him like her life depends on it, as if it the last thing sheāll ever get a chance to do. Ā Terrified of him pulling away, she buries one hand in his hair and pulls him closer, halfway out the door. Ā It takes a moment for her to register that his arm is around her, that he has no intention of pulling away from her. Ā When she does, Mina all but melts, and pulls back just enough to take his lip between her teeth and tug it gently.
As soon as she lets go, Jaewon kisses her and Mina can feel her desperation rising to the surface as she clings to him, mouth slanting against his with bruising intensity. Ā This feels more right than she expects, like this is something they do every day, as if this wasnāt a foolish decision on her part. Ā Jaewon pulls her inside and slams his door shut. Ā A few quick, backward steps and his knees hit his bed. Ā Mina pulls back slightly, lips still brushing his but her hands move from his neck to his shoulders and with a slight squeeze and push, he gets the message to sit down.
She pauses, admiring the way his gaze is fixed on hers, hands gripping her hips tightly, his hair already disheveled and lips slightly swollen. Ā It is a sight she could get used to. Ā As if sheās done it a thousand times, Mina climbs onto his bed, one leg on either side of him, hovering for a moment before he pulls her flush against him without a bit of shame. Ā Instead of going for his lips, her mouth trails along his neck, biting and sucking on the skin there but careful not to leave a mark no matter how much she wants to. Ā Her hands, claw at his shirt, desperate to remove the layer separating them. Ā His hands, already travel under her shirt, fingertips dancing along her bare skin. Ā He mutters something, but Mina cannot hear nor does she have the focus to ask him. Ā All she wants is to savor the moment, if she ends up burned later, so be it.
When his hands reach her upper back, Mina almost laughs with how giddy she feels. Ā Instead, she kisses him again, rolling her hips against him and godāshe can feel he wants her just as much as she wants him. Ā Why hadnāt she done this before? Ā They pull apart just long enough for their shirts to be shed and her bra quickly follows suit. Ā To her surprise, he falls back to the bed and rolls them over. Ā With him hovering over her, she almost blushes at the smirk on his lips, almost.
Somehow, he manages to get a grip on her wrists, holding them above her head with an iron like grip. Ā Any other time, Mina might have told him off for it but now, her words fail her. Ā All she can manage is the desperate moan that leaves her as he leaves a trail of kisses and bites down her skin, slowly, much too slowly. Ā But one hard look from him silences her protests though her hips press against his, desperate for friction of any kind. Ā He only lets her wrists go when he moves too far downward to hold them anymore, his hands gripping her waist instead as he kisses and bites at her hip and lower still. Ā Ā Ā
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Suddenly, in a puff, Jaewon disappears and Mina is left there flabbergasted unsure of what to do. Ā And yet she somehow still hears his voice.
āMina...? Ā Minaā¦?ā
Someone shaking her shoulder finally wakes her and sheās at once hit by where she is and just what kind of dream she was having. Ā Curled up next to Jaewon, her arms around him in practically a death grip and more than a little flustered. Ā Though she lets him go, she buries her face in his neck and mumbles out a good morning. Ā āYou alright?ā
A whine builds in her throat, but she manages to only shake her head and sigh out a tired response. Ā āIām sorry if I woke you up.ā
He mumbles something under his breath and wraps an arm around her, pulling her closer. Ā A part of her wants to run away, still feeling too warm and too flustered but sheād rather stay right there, not wanting to give up this quiet moment for anything. Ā Not even her own frustrations.
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they stand in the navigational room together, the island table cluttered and chaotic, filled with charts and routes and maps, the two of them with their elbows pinning papers down, voices low, pens in hands. the hour is late and most of the crew has gone to bed, but jaewon canāt sleep and mina has decided to stay, to go over some ideas for new routes that might cut their time-scope down half a day ( which might not seem like much, but itād actually be more akin to a miracle ) while jaewon argues with her about why thatās impractical. they discuss trader streams, alliance cut-offs, skyplexes that may or may not have grudges against jaewon for one battle reason or another, not that he particularly pays attention to things like that. thatās why heās got mina.
the conversation meanders well into the night, passed when either of them had intended to go to sleep, but the chemistry working inside their dynamic, half friendship, half something else, keeps their easy back-and-forth discourse continual and entertaining. he doesnāt speak like this to anyone else aboard his ship, not even kafka, smiling more relaxed, less strict with himself, less harsh on his inabilities, something about mina having known him since before all the strains of life had weighed on his shoulders, before the title of captain, of sergeant, gives him a peace of mind he can find nowhere else. her presence unknots the coils in his brain, absorbing his havoc in stride, as she always has.
at some point though, she leans back, breaking through the small, intimate bubble theyād created between themselves, yawning and stretching and wiping her eyes, and his gaze rakes down her body for a moment before it drops entirely and he has to remind himself to breathe. sometimes she gives him contentment, sometimes she does the opposite. āitās late, i have to crash,ā she tells him, and heās not entirely sure thatās trueā heās seen her sleepy before. right now, she simply looks like sheās not sure what else to say.
he stands straight up beside her, the joints in his limbs aching slightly, his lungs inhaling, his hands lifting up to wipe at his face, to run through his hair, and he nods. a beat passes between them where they simply stare at each other, and he doesnāt know what sheās thinking, heās confused, the five-second interval held around them like a captive. she looks at him with something in her eyes, a half-expectation, a half-uncertainty, and he just blinks down at her, his mind remeshing itself, spiraling back into a disaster.
she leans up and presses her lips against his cheek, quick and soft and unbearable, and his shoulders tighten, his hands spasm, breath caught in a vice grip inside his lungsā he has no idea what to do. she retreats though, just as swiftly as sheād come, a light dusting of pink on her cheekbones, but she canāt look at him now and he canāt look away from her now. he feels like everything has just stopped, his insides have grinded to a halt, the whole verse around him stunned into untimely silence. itās not their first kiss, but somehow this newly-found closeness between them still chokes the hell out of him.
an urge stronger than god tidal waves through his chest and he has to step around her to walk over to the door, knowing heās only about to cause a mess, knowing heās not going to be able to restrain himself for long, and closes off her escape. she hears the door shut and turns back around to him, obviously surprised, probably thought he was going to reject her or something, but he only lets her get a word out, his name, before colliding into her like a comet, his arms winding around her body tightly, his lips on hers, skin burning, the ache building in his bloodstream.
this isnāt their first kiss, but every time he tastes her, he feels like it is, he feels like heās getting to know her all over again, fingers gliding over the curves of her body heād thought heād already memorized, tongue blazing between her lips as though there are notes in her mouth that he wants to hear her sing, that he wants to draw out of her. she clings to him like water, envelopes herself inside the cover of his arms, his black coat wide enough to swallow them both whole, as though they could disappear inside each other, as though they could collapse together like crumbling stars.
he holds her pressed against his body, turns and pins her to the counter, the edge of it positioned across her lower back, leaning slightly forward so she can feel every inch of him alongside every inch of her. his hands burn into her hair, down her back, fingers clawing carefully as he feels her yanking at the coat, dragging it down over his shoulders and he lets her go long enough for it to drop around his ankles. itās an interesting moment, given that the movement shifts him in such a way as to accentuate the hardening bulge in his groin, his form crushed against hers, their bodies making friction and heat and throbbing, and itās embarrassingly obvious. heās not sure if he wants to die or not.
āi, iāmāā¦ā
ādonāt apologize.ā she grabs him by the collar of his shirt, both hands strong against his chest, and smashes their mouths together again, a leg curling up onto his hip, her heel finding a home around the back of his leg. he sees lightning behind his eyelids, the electricity sparking through his veins as she reaches around him and digs her nails into the skin on his back, scratching up over scars and tattoos, her teeth sucking on his bottom lip. he tumbles over the edge of propriety, hissing against her lips, a strength surging through him as he reaches down over her ass, both hands groping her roughly, before picking her up and setting her on top of the counter.
poised between both legs, he rips at her clothes, jerking the fabric of her shirt up over her head, his lips coming down to nip and bite and suck hickeys on her throat, her collarbones, her chest, and he feels her gripping his hair between her fingers, her nails grazing against his scalp, and he fucking loves it, he wants it, he needs it. he shoves roughly at the bra to just get it out of the way, his lips closing over her left nipple, tongue toying with the nub hungrily, pressure and wetness and the sharpness of his teeth, while his hands undo her belts. she manages to pull his shirt off before he pushes her backwards, laying her down flat across the table surface, across the star charts and penciled drawing, flat enough for him to get a grip on the handles of her pants and draw them off her as well, as fast as possible.
she really has the most beautiful legs, long and strong and devastating to his equilibrium, and heās lost so much control by now already, thereās very little separating desire from action, so when he wonders if sheās as delicious as she looks, his mouth immediately hounds for the answer, lips attaching to the inner side of her knee, licking and sucking upwards. her thighs are warm and softā so impossibly unscarred as though the war never touched her at all, tasting like honey on his tongue, like sunlight, like perfection, but the higher he goes the more scorching it gets, and heās always been drawn to wherever is hottest.
both legs over his shoulders, her fingers in his hair, her low-toned curses in his ears, he bites a mark into the softest part of her thigh, just below her underwear, feels her tense up, feels her breathing race, and itās like a drug. sheās every sort of addictive spice to him and theyāve never done this before, but he knows he canāt stop now or he really will die.

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Thereās this theory called Ā multiverse which states that there are infinite possible universes. The idea was first used in Dublin in 1950 by a man named Erwin Schrƶdinger. I donāt know if itās true, but Iād like to believe it is. Iād like to believe that we exist living a thousand lives, side by side. Because if there are, if we do, there has to be somewhere, at least one, where we survive. I know one thing for certain, though. Iād love you in every single one. Even if I watched you fall away in all of them. Every possible version of you would still burn every me from the inside out. You would consume me.
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You are seven, and determined to build sandcastles out of mud, when you see him for the first time. You still have dirt beneath your nails when he grabs your hand. You never really let go. You are eleven, when you learn about space and orbit, and the thought hits you like a bullet to the chest. His smile has always looked a little like the sun to you. You are eighteen, when he falls in love with a pair of blue eyes that arenāt yours. You smile at him and it feels like scar tissue over an open wound. You are twenty seven , and dying with the taste of his name trapped in your throat. You still have blood beneath your nails when he grabs your hand. He never lets go.
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