"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...
“was i supposed to push you away, i didn't know but i didn't —”
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It had been a long time since Migyung had been to a club. The last time she had been here with Heejae who had always parted ways with her once she found what she was looking for. As for her, she had always drowned herself in alcohol and the company of those who gave her the high she needed.
Even now, her throat felt parched and the scent of alcohol had her wishing she could taste it once again. But the firm grip of a man's hand on her waist centred her. And when he moved, his cologne overpowered the smells around her.
Before leaving for the club late night, she had cried her frustration and anger out. And in those moments, she had told him everything that she had held back in fear he would leave her. She had told him about how she had jumped purposely down the stairs and how it was done in a moment of naivete when she had thought it would keep Mijung close to her still.
He had listened patiently, offering his silent support by holding her close to him. He hadn't said anything about it at all. He had just listened, then helped her calm down before ordering food and helping her clean. Later he had told her to dress up and then he had pulled her close and kissed her extra hard because according to him she looked hot in her little black dress.
Still, raw from the events of the day, she felt afraid now. She was afraid of his silence even though he was ordering non alcoholic drinks for them on the bar. She was afraid even as he smiled at her. She knew better than anyone how people could change at the drop of a hat.
She gulped her drink quickly, satisfied for the moment with the sweet coconut taste. Though she was tempted, she somehow controlled herself by promising herself one of her expensive cigars.
Hoseok pulled her on the dance floor quickly after that, keeping his head down, his hair shielding his face and what was left was covered by her arms. He gave her a grateful smile when she wound her arms around his neck and she couldn't help but return his gestures.
He held her tightly by her waist and bent down close till his breath tickled her ear. The flashing lights didn't allow anyone to see much of his face anyway but this way, he was completely covered. The extreme lengths he had to go to be with her in public made her feel guilty and she opened her mouth to ask if they should return home but he beat her to it when he said:
"You look ravishing."
She blushed almost instantly and gasped when he let his hands fall on her butt.
"Hoseok, you can't do that in public!" she chidded but he gave her ear a playful bite.
"If I don't, these men won't stop violating you with their eyes. As far as I know, I'm the only one who is allowed that privilege." The growling note in his voice made her laugh.
