82. True Colors
Lee Somin
Her heart skipped a beat while her stomach already hurt and not from alcohol. The stress reaction arrived quicker than her eyes received an image and the brain couldn't fathom it.
Cholsu, you beautiful bastard.
He was turned sideways.
When did he come in?
Did he see my scene?
Every little detail was now visible to her trained eye. His milky white face turned red with excitement. Perfect hair, sweaty from bad air in the room. Dark brown, partly open shirt, made his skin shine even more. She got lost in her head, going back to high school, where they were still together.
Her brain finally processed the impulse and it dawned on her. Worries step aside as she slowly comprehended the scene in its entirety.
Cholsu was very obviously having too hard of a make-out with two girls.
He was never this passionate with me.
Clearly, he wasn't giving two shits about what others would think. Having one hand under a brown-hair girl's shirt feeling her breast harshly. The other hand was down the second girl's skirt. She was stroking his visibly erect penis through his pants.
What the hell? Are you serious?
His tongue switched violently between both girls. Intoxicated, relaxed, and aroused.
No fucking way. He was clearly worked up—no shame whatsoever.
Somin painfully remembered how he had scolded her so many times.
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"Somin-ah, don't touch me, I hate it when you do it publicly. Leave it.'' He harshly smackeddown her arm when she tried to caress his hair.
The young girl painfully held her hand, her palm stinging with degradation.
"Sorry," she swiftly replied, blinking away the hot tears and collecting herself for him.
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The fuck did you just do?
She downed the second bottle in no time. Her head was now spinning like on the ride of her life. Tears fell in a silent dangerous manner as adrenalin replaced her blood.
Cholsu snuck out of the room with both girls. Somin looked away just to see Teho and Mia were barely clothed either.
Why do I have to witness these things and never be one doing them?
Somin aggressively grabbed the empty bottle and stumbled onto a hallway world around her spinning.
There they are.
The party was going upstairs, clothes falling to the ground, girls giggling and stripping his shirt.
Is he serious? Is this the same man who just fucked me quickly, to get it over with like I was something gross to touch?
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"Can't you stay a bit longer and cuddle, please Cholsu-ah?"the young, vulnerable Somin pleaded afterward.
While the stoic sculptor was putting clothes on absently, not looking at her, "I have to work and you should too."
She pulled the blankets closer to hide her naked body, feeling his touch on her skin. She assigned the moment more importance than he did, clenching the cloth like she wanted to tear it into pieces.
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I felt so lonely at his side. Even more when he was inside me.
His shirt fell onto the stairs exposing his chest in the dimly lit hall. Somin knew every inch of it. She had loved him truly and honestly back then, carving all details to her foolish mind. His gift on the other hand was only contempt for her inexperience and most importantly for her naivete.
The brown-haired girl loosened up her bra and let it slide down. No hurry, no remorse as for them, they can have sex right here, right now. Yet they were still moving upwards, the hall was empty, everybody partying in the dining room.
Somin felt nauseated and ran over to the closest bathroom.
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