"Sex on drugs is mind-blowing. Wanna try?"
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Kim Migyung, a former prima ballerina who had to give up dancing after an accident. Not being able to do the only thing she's ever known, her dreams stripped away, she...
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Hwayoung had rules, work ethics that she cherished and made people as restless as Migyung follow them through even if they didn't understand why those rules were necessary. But in the late-night darkness, sitting in her room she cared for none. She was just like everyone else, a normal young woman in her early twenties trying to live her life as peacefully as possible.
A blunt hanging carelessly in her fingers, the other hand clutching a beer can, Hwayoung stared at the older chugging her alcohol as if it was water. “Will you tell me what you guys talked about?” she asked, taking a puff of her cigarette before sipping the cool beverage. “Damn, Migyung! I wish I could offer you more than just cigarettes and beer.”
The said woman snorted, choking after because the liquid went down the wrong pipe. The younger woman didn't move to help knowing it would be of no help and just finished her cigarette before pulling a third, maybe fourth one.
When she calmed down, she looked dead in her eyes and told her, “The old woman wants me to teach a bunch of kids who apparently look up to me. She also wants me to choose the leads myself if I choose to take the offer.”
Hwayoung shrugged, smoke leaving her mouth as she said, “I don't see the problem.” Migyung sighed, picking another can and taking a long swing of it. “The problem is my sister like always. She knows she can manipulate me into doing whatever she wants. She is not worthy to be Giselle.”
“And you say this because she is not a good dancer or you just can't let go?” Hwayoung questioned coolly, her blue gaze unwavering, unconcerned as the words jabbed her painfully in the heart. “Cut the shit, Migyung, seriously. Stop blaming everything on that bitch. She manipulates you because you allow her to. You are her sister as much as she is yours. If she has power over you, so do you.”
She knew that, of course, she knew that. More often than not, the side which she considered too bad told her to just walk away from everything Mijung, get in her face and yell, she was nothing. But she had always ignored that voice because that's not what good girls are supposed to do.
As if good girls are supposed to snort cocaine, the same voice sneered, snapping her out of her thoughts to see Hwayoung now just smoking without care. She had a habit of overdoing it after staying clean for about two weeks. But at least she managed to keep her head straight enough to get her work in the market.
“What do I do?” she let out after finishing another beer. “I can’t just quit. I don't want to quit this job and mess my mind completely by going there to teach.”
Hwayoung pushed her glasses up her nose, her eyebrows scrunched as she thought about it. “Well, I don't want you to leave either. I’ll honestly die without you,” she said with a laugh, making the other woman chuckle. “Give three days here and three days there, see how it works out. Just don't back out because of Mijung. Don't give her that satisfaction.”
