Play with fire and you'll get burned. Dance with desire and you might just fall in love.
The story of a stripper and a guy who can't seem to stay away.
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"Rosa!" SuAh's voice cuts through the morning air from the driver's seat, the car horn's sharp beeps grating against your ears. You wince, wondering why horns sound like a cat in a blender, but they do their job—you'd move mountains to stop that noise. "Come on!"
Rosa emerges from her front door, a wicker basket swinging in her hand, her chestnut curls bouncing with each step. The sun catches her hair, turning it into a cascade of warm waves, and you smile from the back seat, a familiar warmth spreading through you. Rosa's vibrancy is your anchor, the heart of your trio with SuAh, and today—her birthday—feels like a celebration of that.
She locks her door and jogs to the car, sliding into the passenger seat with a dramatic huff. "Don't rush me, SuAh. These bones aren't what they used to be." She turns, catching your eye, her grin betraying her energy.
You lean forward, grabbing her hand. "That excuse crashed and burned after last week at the Blue Fox. We saw you, Thottiana, twerking circles around us." The car erupts in laughter, SuAh's cackle blending with Rosa's mock gasp. The energy carries you through the drive, fueled by carpool karaoke—SuAh belting Good Day by IU, you butchering the high notes, and Rosa throwing in sassy ad-libs that have you clutching your sides.
The park unfolds before you, a canvas of fresh-cut grass and blooming jasmine, the sun's rays kissing your bare arms and legs through your sundress. After days of gray skies, the warmth feels like a hug, wrapping you in comfort as you stroll along winding paths. You carry the picnic blanket, SuAh balances her prized raspberry chocolate cake—a low-fat, low-cholesterol masterpiece booked months ago from a Gangnam bakery—and Rosa hums a tune, her basket stuffed with her famous kimchi dumplings.
You settle on a grassy knoll under a cherry blossom tree, petals drifting like soft pink snow. SuAh unveils the cake, its cocoa aroma mingling with tart raspberries, and your mouth waters. Rosa's eyes light up, her gasp almost childlike. "It's stunning!" she exclaims, clapping her hands.
SuAh beams, slicing with precision. "Wait till you taste it, Ro."
You place three candles on the cake, lighting them with a flick of your lighter. "Song first," you say, nodding to SuAh. "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Rosa..." Your voice wobbles, but SuAh's angelic soprano carries the melody, harmonizing with Rosa's delighted claps. Her radiant smile warms you, and when she blows out the candles, you and SuAh tackle her into a group hug, her cackles echoing across the park.
"You two!" Rosa laughs, swatting you playfully as you pull back, settling on the blanket. "You're gonna break me."
"One more thing," you say, sharing a glance with SuAh. You pull a gold envelope tied with a black ribbon from your bag, your heart racing as you hand it to Rosa. "Happy birthday, Ro. From both of us."
Rosa's eyes narrow, skeptical, but she unties the ribbon and slides out the paper. You bite your lip, nerves buzzing as she reads silently. Her hand flies to her chest, a soft gasp escaping, and tears well in her eyes. "Girls..." she whispers, her voice thick.
