After Somin finally gets into a prestigious Art university, everything in her life turns upside down. What was once a secure plan to get closer to her boyfriend is now a mess. Her future is unknown, though already stained with heartache.
Will she p...
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Somin and Teho
The pair led by Somin sprinted through the foyer, her mind going quickly through the school plan, looking for a place to hide. Her eyes fell on a door into the development chamber.
We could hide there.
Nobody was supposed to work here at this hour anyway. Only unadulterated darkness will accompany them which looked like a safe place.
Time to fucking deal with all the situations.
She dreaded Teho getting hurt.
Cholsu isn't fucking someone to fool around with.
She was drowning in her panicked thoughts.
Her trembling hands push the beautiful photographer in and shut the doors behind them.
"Ya Somin-ah, you can't wait to be alone with me again? I knew you were weird, but the printing room? You wanna have some acids spilled all over you or what?" His playful tone agitated her and she slapped him softly.
"Shush," she said breathlessly.
"Why? Nobody's here." Teho held her shoulders firmly, trying to help her stabilize her emotions. "You don't have to talk to him if you don't want to. That's alright."
"I'm scared," she said.
"Don't, I'm here." He caressed her cheek.
"That isn't helping my fear at all." She opened the serious topic randomly as her thoughts flowed through her head and started to back up to the corner of the room.
"You don't have to fear me," Teho said while they bumped into desks and photographs hanging to dry. He didn't push her at all, she was receding on her own.
I need to hide.
After meeting with Cholsu she wanted nothing less than to hide in Teho's presence.
I need him close to make me feel safe. He stopped inches from her face, hand thrust against the wall, once they stopped in the far-away corner. They could barely see each other's silhouettes in perfect darkness. Maybe it was just eyes playing tricks on them, his sweet voice breathed out.
"You're burning." The words were accentuated by his hand holding her small chin, and with that, her breathing changed.
"It's because we ran and my coat is warm," she muttered softly, calming down in the safety of the dark corner.
"I'd love to help you relieve that." Both of his hands slowly unbuttoned her golden buttons and she couldn't think of anything better than doing the same.
The moment wasn't frantic, their hands danced between themselves, and the pair lightly chucked when they collided. The soberness made the moment funnier when she realized what was going on. Deliberately choosing to be close, to grant herself this moment with him was liberating.
