"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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Migyung wasn't a stranger to hospitals. For almost a year she had been in and out of hospital. First, because of the accident, then suicide attempt. She remembered the fake flowers and overly colourful room that she laid in with her wrists bandaged and her blood pumping with anti depressants.
That was the first time she had tasted the high. The clinical, morphine high she had bribed a nurse to give her. She clearly remembered everything and how she had been at her lowest, selling her body to be able to lessen the pain, to feel something other than the pain.
She had never regretted doing it until Hoseok held her in his arms. She had never been so ashamed of herself.
She had done a lot of shady things, almost tipped over the edge twice but that first time...she didn't expect to feel so ashamed about it ever. She didn't like feeling that way and so, she forced herself to sit through the hour long session with the psychiatrist and get over it.
When she came out of the cabin, her eyes went to the person waiting for her in the waiting room. She felt her shoulders relax even as guilt seeped in for putting her mother through this again but she didn't think she would make it without her.
When her mother looked up, she smiled so brightly, Migyung instantly smiled back and went to hug her. Her mother patted her back gently, saying, "You did good. This is good."
Eyes stinging, she took a deep breath, letting her mother's scent bring her comfort and calm.
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"He seems good for you," her mother said out of nowhere over lunch.
They were sitting in a small but crowded Italian restaurant and at her words, it seemed as if the world quitened down. Migyung stared at her mother's sacharine smile that clearly said, 'I know your secret.' There was no way she could lie her way through this one.
She sighed, looking down with her cheeks warm. "I don't know. Maybe. Why do you say that?"
Mrs. Kim put her fork down, her face getting solemn as she gave her daughter her full attention. Her eyes rove over her face which a few months ago had started looking gaunt. Now, her cheeks looked fuller. Her skin still looked too pale, the viens under her eyes highlighting her dark circles that she tried hard to hide with make up but her eyes were a little less red and the marks on her neck weren't scratch marks but love bites, she was sure.
