Music droned on in the background, a nagging pop-like sound with urban undertones. Rough, grainy cement began breaking through the sensitive mesh of Jan Di's dress, and peeling the skin of her hands as they succumbed to Ji Hoo's embrace.
He had asked if she wanted to leave, if she should tell them she was not feeling well, and that the best man-her boyfriend-should stay to the end. The unfathomable expectation had never crossed Ji Hoo's mind that he could have her anywhere and anytime he asked. She was worth so much more.
Her thighs brushed his hips causing the dress to slip and expose their shapely contour. He shifted his body down and wrapped his hands around the soft limbs, pressing deeply as she writhed in his hold.
The earth shook as something slammed awfully against the wall. The blood drained from their aching bodies, remaining frozen in each other's clutch.
They are going to find us.
Jan Di felt panicked tears flood her dilated eyes.
Oh god….any moment. Six months is too long. Why did we think we could….
Yoon Ji Hoo placed a firm hand against the back of her head. Shielding her from the invisible trespassers.
The couple leaving the reception walked to their car and drove, to a hotel or home. Neither of them knew just how long they stayed hidden behind the venue. The only source of light being a green ember from a seemingly abandoned fire escape which bestowed little of each other. The only other company was an overgrown enclosure of plants and weeds.
Ji Hoo cleared his throat. The small body next to him jolted. Did he scare her?
"Gwenchana?"
His voice emanated deep concern.
She nodded.
"What do you want to do?"
There was no answer.
"Jan Di?"
The probe caused an upheaval in her silent stance. Without a word she went back inside. Her body looked heavy and drowsy from the surge of adrenaline and lack of satisfaction.
Ji Hoo felt the unforgiving grip of winter pierce his exposed hands. Unprotected from the elements, he soon came face to face with the question of what he was going to do now.