FILTHY INFATUATION [KTH]

2 FILTHY INFATUATION

Present.

2| " A dream so raunchy." 

Some wounds never heal and some memories never stop haunting you, they will chase you to the end of the world and the same dilemma occurred to Nina. Her bitter, agonising memories now rushed back to corrode her resilience.   

Nina's mood was black as night, the neat frustration curled in the pit of her stomach, expanding without any remorse.

 

The red-haired girl stared at her apartment wall fifteen minutes straight, her lithe fingers fiddled with her red strands of hair loosely dangling on her shoulders. There was a heavy, unseen weight settling in her chest, ceasing her breaths as her lower lip wobbled in annihilating uncertainty. 

"I. . . I don't know where to start. I can't believe this." Nina mumbled the tip of her tongue glazed her lower lip as she looked down at her lap, mercilessly toying with her hair and then suddenly began pulling her locks in downright frustration. "I'm such a stupid bitch!" She screeched and shoved her face on the pillow and screeched hard into it, even biting it too.  

"Oh my god, that's some traumatising shit we are witnessing here, though you are a bitch." The salacious voice ringed in Nina's ears and the red-haired gal shyly peeked through the pillow like a baby from the cribs. 

"Talia, I did something and I'm ashamed now. I thought it was a dream!" Nina hollered, slamming her fist on the pillow as she sat up and threw it across the room, imagining the pillow a very particular person, who was the owner of a sinister pair of amber eyes and absurdly gorgeous face. His mere thoughts haunted her and a delicious tremor frizzled on the length of her spine, she shivered.

"Boo, you are scaring me, just spit it out." Talia's serene voice yanked the sorrowful gal from her messy trance as she whipped her eyes at her best friend, who was coolly admiring her reflection on the mirror. Talia pulled her hair into a messy bun, her chestnut hair cascading down on her back.

Nina smiled dotingly at the beautiful woman, not believing that the siren diva, the movie star was in her small apartment, walking around so casually as if she owned the place and showering her with her sisterly love. As soon as they met, both girls had hit it off and they were BFF's. Sometimes Nina wondered why she couldn't be like Talia, a female alpha who always held her head high. 

Nina admired her and she would never get tired of saying how much she adored Talia as an idol, it always seemed childish for Talia when Nina asked for her autographs. By profession Lee Talia was an actress, ruling the movie industry and ambling through her admirer's heart, but her heart— oh it was only owned by Jeon Jungkook, the youngest CEO of South Korea. This couple was always the hot topic in the news, their reputation was a great wave, that they both rode it gracefully 

Talia arched her brows at Nina, gesturing to her to continue the thing that was troubling her. Something was distressing the red-haired gal and she was having difficulty emptying her feelings. 

"Oh no, oh no. It's starting, it's happening." A brittle chuckle tumbled between Talia's lips on seeing Nina's long, lush mass of lashes begun flickering hard, without stopping. Talia clapped her hands loudly and laughed afterwards when it worked on Nina, her blinking stopped.  

"What—" 

"I crossed a line that should have not been crossed, it's so insane." Nina jaw locked as she gritted her molars, woeful tears gathered in the corner of her eyes as she uttered profanities at her fate for the crisis that just occurred and out of nowhere whacked over her face with an elegant fashion.