ʟᴏᴠᴇ & ᴡᴀʀ Ღ ʟᴇᴇ ʜᴀᴇᴄʜᴀɴ

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Her heart drummed boisterous symphonies inside her chest, threatening to breach the bones of her ribcage. She swallowed the dryness in her throat, hoping to stifle the embarrassing sounds she was emitting, but that only highlighted the undoubted evidence of her excitement.

She wasn't embarrassed that she was under him. Not in the least. She'd been under men before— and god only knows how numerous they were— yet none of them ever worked her up the way he was right now when they'd hovered over her under much more erotic circumstances.

His elbows firmly lodged near her sides on the mattress, hands still intertwined with hers from their previous combat about the lighter and cigarette. He hadn't forgotten about them there. In fact, he became hyperaware of the direct contact of their skins and how both of their finger webs nestled each other's fingers perfectly.

A slight or unintentional movement would cause a sizzle of friction between their fingers that he was afraid wouldn't leave him indifferent, so he'd decided immobility was the way to go.

Their breathing patterns drifted apart to the polar sides of the respiratory spectrum, his resembling a mortem while hers that of a competitive hiker.

"What do we have here."

A velvet voice cut through the impromptu amorous-like spectacle, and they both jerked away from each other at the sound, his jolt greater than hers since he'd recognized the owner of the voice, and soon enough, he'd found himself embracing the floor.

"Make yourself right at home." He said, spitting ironic innuendos at the intruder as he stood up and dusted air particles from his kneecaps.

Ji-ae's cheeks flushed into ripe cherries, and she pulled the covers over her bare legs to maintain the little privacy she had left. Her curious gaze scanned the woman who emerged in the middle of the room out of nowhere with great interest, her eyes tracing her statuesque figure from her myrtle-garlanded hair to the spun gold anklets that belted her ankles.

"So beautiful." She whispered to herself as she continued examining the woman who completely disregarded the drizzle of admiring stares being gunned at her from a few feet away by no other than her offspring.

She had a lush golden mane that cascaded down to her knees in harmonious undulations, some of the strands clinging to the lustrous diamonds that ornamented the unclothed parts of her skin as though she'd donned a sheath of jewels under her robe.

Cupid would certainly be found the culprit in the tracing of her lips, voluptuous and hued of cranberry hibiscus, its movements akin to a pulsating heart whenever she spoke.

Her eyes had a life of their own, dappled with equal parts the aurora borealis on a crisp winter night and the cerulean depths of a mountain lake. It felt almost criminal for such nonpareil nuances to be restricted into two meager ocular spheres inside peepers homologous to those of a seraphic cottontail.

Everything about her semblance exuded the naivety of a coddled youth, from the juvenile fashion of her palatial attire to the callow pout of disapproval that festooned her lips, yet her remaining mannerism betrayed a sort of erudition no fleeting years could ever achieve.

"Athena says you've been mia for months despite her numerous requests for a meeting with you, and now I find you doing ungodly activities with my Kori?"

Her voice was stern and demanding yet tender and maternal, and her presence seemed to evoke almost no reaction from the boy, making Ji-ae curious about her connection to him. His mother, maybe? Her heart uttered a sudden palpitation at the thought, and she hurried a shy hand on her head to smooth down her disheveled hair.

"That was an accident."

"And you!"She exclaimed, pointing at Ji-ae. "Your father has been worried sick about you! What on earth possessed you to vanish from the house for days without a word?

Ji-ae was taken aback by the sudden attention shift towards herself, her eyebrows knitting as the words sunk in. "How do you know my father?"

Donghyuck's face stretched into an apprehensive frown, his gaze frantically darting between the two women as his brain attempted to labor a solution for this situation. He had forgotten that Ji-ae never met Aphrodite, and now it was happening in his room and before his eyes.

An uncomfortable silence set anchor between the three, the tension rising with every unspoken word and uncertain glances exchanged between the related pair.

He'd considered telling her the truth she so merited to know countless times but his unfaltering wisdom had advised otherwise, and he could only comply as it was best of him not to intervene in the flow of events, but now he felt colossal remorse.

It seemed as though he could almost see the exact moment when the doomed culmination dawned upon her, a pang of staggering guilt jabbing at him as he watched the vivid colors drain out of the face of the girl he had somehow developed an odd and faint fondness for.

"Are you ..." She managed to evacuate through the sudden desertic state of her throat, it sounding more like an accusation than a question.

She dared an anxious glance at the boy, looking for reassurance in the depths of his stygian irises, but she was only confronted with his fleeing gaze and awkward scowl, confirming her suspicions.

"Are you?!" She repeated with a hurling urgency, her legs gaining outright control and roving her around until she was on eye level with the woman whose gaze fled downward to the unfathomable depths of inferno, an angle her divine eminence would normally have never permitted.

"I." She hopelessly tried to utter, but the scalding fury that seethed from her daughter clasped her lips together, and she could only adopt yet another staggering silence and watch the frenzy unfold.

"I can't do this today," Ji-ae spat out in a broken voice, repeatedly shaking her head to shoo the thoughts away and maintain a rigid composure, but the cataract of the silver liquid spilling from her eyes

was quicker in action, and she cursed whoever was responsible for the assigning of tears' colors for deities. "Fuck."

"Don't curse in front of-" Aphrodite's words halted as a powered fist landed perfectly on her left cheek, horror written all over her features as she processed what had just happened.

"Fuck you." Ji-ae yelped, conjuring everything in herself not to throw another punch as the hatred she had bottled her whole life resurfaced in hot flashes and an abnormal readiness for a fistfight, but her instinctive habit of hiding when encountering constraints took over and led her out of the house.

"You shouldn't have come," Donghyuck said to the woman who ran a shaky hand over her swollen cheek, before storming away after the girl.

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