Complicated One Shots(~~MiChaeng~~)

First Time

A/N: How deep is your love will have to wait a bit for pt. 2 bcoz your majesty is proof reading. Oh, and this one 's converted too.

Chaeng's POV

A few years ago, Mina and I worked as fashion models for a department store catalog. Tokyo in the workplace made us hope to hit the big time someday and head to Seoul South Korea to strut the runway. But alas, our dreams remained dreams, and the forty-plus work week weighed on us. Most of the time we spent in the makeup chair waiting for the set call. With a lot of time to kill. we grew rather close talking about sex, men, and fashion.

I had a crush on Mina since the day I met her, but I never revealed my feelings. I'm straight, but it wasn't the first time I gushed over a woman. A girl at college and a waitress at my last job both tempted me. I never crossed the line because I thought, "What would people think?" Images of my mother or my current boyfriend scolding me entered my mind to quiet those forbidden desires. Nevertheless, they remained. And over time, they grew into a sexual longing difficult to suppress. The day started like any other. We arrived early, hit the makeup chair, got done up. and then waited for our call. Waiting could stretch into hours while they perfected the lighting and set. As usual, we finished getting made up. chatted about the news, and killed time.

After a few minutes, Mina rose and said, "Do I look okay?"

She stood tall and stunning. Her long, dark hair flowed silky and straight. Her feline features conveyed mischievousness. Her beautiful lips, painted with heartbreaker-pink lip gloss, framed a slacked mouth more open than closed like Bardot. This accessible quality carried sensuality. Pearly white teeth stressed the lower part of her features. Her eyebrows, plucked to perfection, hinted at refined living. A cerulean blue dress seemed painted on her taut body.

Of course, I said, "You look great!"

She laughed and said, "So do you, honey."

I lived pretty that day and most others. Nobody ever called me ugly. In those days, I tried to be modest, but I was a model for Christ's sake. I didn't like to compare, but Mina and I preferred different styles. I wore my hair in a lighter brown that flowed in luscious spheroidal waves. My skin glowed a brighter tan than Mina's milky white body. I wore my lipstick carmine red like my dress. I looked at my small bust and then to Mina's B size breasts. It was nice to have something on her.

Mina's voice pulled me out of my musing. "Hey. did you see that new model across the hall?"

"No, I haven't. What's her story?" I replied.

Mina turned to the mirror, fidgeted with a hair lock, and said. "Well, I know little about her. I feel silly saying this, but she's boiling hot. Makes me feel a little lacking."

I murmured, "Oh, that's silly. You're beautiful. Jesus." I raised my voice a little and added, "I can't believe you. You're so gorgeous."

"No, I'm not. I'm barely thirty and my tits are sagging. My skin isn't any better."

"Well, that's ridiculous. I think you're beautiful." I turned and made eye contact with her in the mirror.

"Stop." she said.

"I'm not joking. If I had a penis, I'd date you. You're a model for God's sake, and a pretty one too." I averted her eyes as I held the chair's back.

"What if you had a penis? Would you date me?" she said as I felt her eyes on me.

I looked back at her in confusion.

She moved a little closer, and I realized she had crept nearer inch by inch thiswhole time. I didn't know what to say. Was she coming on to me?