A sharp, dizzying pain stabbed through Areum's head the moment she woke up. Her vision blurred as the uncomfortable sensation in her throat forced her out of bed and into the bathroom, where she barely made it in time to throw up.
Both hands gripped the sink as she expelled everything coiled in her stomach, her face contorting in surrender as bitter remnants burned their way down her throat. Water splashed into the sink, carrying the remnants of last night's indulgence down the drain, and she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror.
"Shit," she mumbled, the words slipping out like an automatic response.
She was still dressed in the clothes from the night before, her silver hair a wild bush, and lipstick smeared on the side of her mouth—she could only imagine the state of her pillowcase.
Areum let out a groan and exhaled heavily, glaring at her reflection.
"You're not weak. We vomit, but we don't give up. We're alive, and we'll do it again."
Crazy? Maybe. But that was just who she was.
She was a champion in the marathon of troubles, topping her parents' list of reasons for headaches. She had her own definition of freedom, and she chased what she wanted with relentless determination.
Except for her wish to be invisible to her older brother.
"I came home in one piece," she declared, trying to sound nonchalant.
Mark's unwavering glare met her, his anger palpable without any dark magic required.
"Marcus, I handled myself pretty well!"
"Obviously, you didn't," he replied coolly. "Do you remember who brought you home?"
"Didn't I go—oh my god," she gasped inwardly, her eyes widening.
Mark raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to grasp the gravity of her situation. Instead, she squealed.
"I just met the hottest guy I've ever seen."
His brows furrowed, his expression darkening further. "What?"
"I don't remember his name, but his face—oh my god, dude, HE'S GODLY!"
"Areum Soleen—"
"He has raven hair, thick eyebrows, dark eyes, a tall nose, and thin pinkish lips."
"Stop right now, young lady."
"HE HAS A SEXY NECK! And, oh my god, we kissed."
"I said—What!?"
Areum halted her enthusiastic ramble, noting the rising tone of Mark's voice and the surprise etched on his face.
"What? What did I say?"
"You kissed?"
Heat rushed to her cheeks. "Well, I don't know how it happened, but... he's a good kisser."
"AREUM SOLEEN LEE!" Mark's eyes darkened, his lips trembling with restrained fury. "You're grounded."
"What?"
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DANCE WITH THE DEVIL
Fanfiction❝Can I have your heart after this dance?❞ He's a charming, pale-skinned criminal, eyes of a blackhole; I sink. Lips of trickling blood, hands in grip on my waist; I was held. He is my sweet torture, my greatest sin; my demon. ▂ ❗️ reader discreti...
