Was that the right thing to do?
She finally approved of the way the stretched garment wrapped around her body. Ironing down the material over her breasts, she decided it was about time she saw some bra straps through the thin cotton.
Of COURSE it was!
Playing rebellion to her conscience she yanked the rouge lipstick out of her slender purse and ran it over her mouth delicately. Showing her teeth to the crystilised mirror. To make sure there were no marks.
Ji Hoo...would he want to date someone like you?
She stopped. Looking at herself, seeing an fast wave of disgrace staring back at her. She was selling herself. Purring and prowling for attention from a man she had next to no interest in, and what was the result?
Unexpectedly, she smiled.
Well of course it was winning Ji Hoo back! He wore that look every time he saw her with Jun Pyo, that shows JELOUSY. Doesn't it?
Besides...Jan Di didn't even do anything with Jun Pyo, therefore she can't be that bad can she be?
Smiling at herself fully justified, she gave a quick glance to her heavily made eyes reflected in the light.
Silly Jan Di. Those girls that they all date NEVER doubt themselves!
Flaunting out of the bathroom, she almost ran back to Jun Pyo to play "Desirable" for the rest of the night. Meanwhile her body had halted, and turned to stare at Ji Hoo.
That look. That cold, disgusted look. As if her were staring at a sick puppy that looked so ugly you just wanted to put it down.
Only a second later did her existence disappear as he diverted his gaze straight ahead of him.
Her stomach plummeted. Her skin drained of color and her repressed body froze.
Ji Hoo did not pay attention Jun Pyo once.
No way could Jan Di go back there. The game would be over and, knowing her luck, the cheap, unstable "dress" would pop and blood may actually start circulating.
Luckily they had eaten local tonight, so it wasn't exactly a hike through the dusk to the hotel.
But still these shoes are getting awfully uncomfortable. How do those other girls do it?
The familiar glow comforted her. She allowed her skin to be warmed, feeling return to her hands as she embraced the feeling of blood traveling round her body and into her heart.
First things first. Get out of these shoes before you leave your feet at the door.
She knew it was inappropriate to walk around with no slippers. But being in a hotel, she was confident they had been graced with worse events. She met a passing couple on her way to sanctuary. Chills ran instinctively through her spine as the blonde girl looked at her with the same look as Ji Hoo, the strange old man didn't meet her eyes once. But was DEFINATLY looking at her.
Perching down on a empty sofa, she began the procedure. Meanwhile, she sensed a blackened figure approaching her.
Raising her head, she found a man shadowing her. He was a Russian native, with long hair scraped back across his scalp. Small blue eyes and a toothy smile.
( Russian, Korean )
"Hi there."
Not knowing what else to do. She bowed her head and returned to untieing her heel.
"Need some help?"
Her concentration was suddenly broken by the mans hands around her ankle. Shocked, her head snapped, shooting a confused expression at him.
"What are you doing?"
He grinned, as if he realized something obvious.
"Relax. Just helping you."
No more relieved of the situation, she lightly tugged her foot, telling him that she wanted it back.
"Hey hey, just trying to help girl. Where are you from? Thailand? China?"
Understanding only his over-friendly expression. She stood up firmly, trying to hide the scorching pain of stiletto straps embedding themselves into her delicate bones.
"I'm going."
A strong grip took hold of her hand.
"Wait! Look your all alone sweetheart, why don't you join me in my room? Are you an immigrant?"
She wouldn't get through to him, desperately she searched for help. Hotel Staff, guards. Anyone?
No one.
Feeling more and more trapped, she yanked her hand away and speedily took of. Frantically searching for her key card. Gripping it tight as if it were the key to salvation.
Heavy footsteps enclosed from behind her, the long hallway extended further and further and, on virtually bleeding heels, broke into a sprint. Her panting became heavier than the energy she was exerting as hysterical adrenaline soared through her.
"Hey! Where are you going babe?"
Shaking violently, Jan Di shoved the key into the lock and lunged for bolt button on the other side. Shrill, stunted gasps left her lungs.
"Whatever slut. Go back to the paddy fields."
The weakened, pulsating form crumpled to the floor. A cold chill brushed against her chin.
Almost exploding with anger, she ripped the chain from her neck and threw it at bin, then advanced to pull the platforms of her tender feet.
Behind the mask of products, she was Jan Di again. Mascara was running gown her face, hair tangled. But she was no longer that monster. Never would be again.
Less aggressively, she peeled of the dress and limped to the bathroom. Finding a bottle of ointment, Jan Di began smoothing the cool, pain relief onto her burning skin.
The F4 did not return until midnight.
To dark? Tell me now if it is lol. After all the beginning of the story was pretty mellow. ^_^