"There is nothing quite like the feeling of infatuation. It is the most painful feeling of ecstasy..like lust and obsession combined with the volume all the way turned up." - Ranata Suzuki
Mi-Sun lives a difficult life that only her best friend Taeh...
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The music started playing through the speakers around the room. The lights were strobing different colors, following along to the bass of the song.
Nervously, Mi-Sun started to quietly sing and sway her body to the music.
Keeping her eyes glued on him, she started taking slow steps towards him and tossed her microphone onto the couch. He watched her intently. His lids were lowered, his eyes fixed on her long tanned legs.
She turned around as she stood in front of Jimin, giving him a full view of her backside.
The beat dropped as she ran her fingers through her hair, swaying her hips slowly from left to right. She ran her hands seductively down her body, pulling her already short dress shorter. She let herself fall onto Jimin's lap as she tilted her head backwards into his shoulder, her hand finding its way to his neck. Her hips grinded against his pelvis, making sure to emphasize her need for him.
Mi-Sun leaned forward as she felt Jimin's hand caress her from her lower back. She put her hands on her knees and began to work her hips on him. Her hips were moving in a circular motion, feeling his hands on her hips she placed her hands on top of his; giving him free rein to move her as he pleased.
Jimin's hand caressed slowly from Mi-Sun's hip to her stomach, caressing her breasts and making it's way up to her chin. He gently grabbed her jaw and turned her face towards him, "Kiss me now."
Mi-Sun complied and met her lips with his. Without breaking the kiss, Jimin placed Mi-Sun onto the couch and pinned her there, placing both hands on the top of the couch. He pulled his lips from Mi-Sun's, "We should stop."
Mi-Sun smiled gently at Jimin, "Then take me home with you."
Jimin looked at Mi-Sun's face, studying it. "You're drunk."
Mi-Sun grabbed Jimin by the nape of his neck and pulled him closer to her, "Jimin I'm barely drunk. Don't ruin this by trying to be a gentleman. I'm not telling you to fuck me. I want to be with you. I'm not ready to go home yet." Her lids lowered as she stared into his dragon shaped eyes, "Please."
Jimin stood and took Mi-Sun's hand walking out of the karaoke bar, hand in hand.
***
Mi-Sun looked around Jimin's apartment. It had high ceilings with wrap around windows covering every inch of his walls. His furniture is black with compliments of white and grey placed perfectly around. Mi-Sun couldn't help but to suddenly feel small and inadequate to be in his presence.
"Do you want a drink?" Jimin asked Mi-Sun.
Mi-Sun shook her head yes, as she continued to walk around the large open space. As beautiful as it was, it didn't feel like anybody really lived here. There were no photos of family or friends anywhere, the only things on the walls is artwork that didn't seem to suit Jimin. It was decorated tastefully, but not what she imagined Jimin's taste would be.
