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"Mes lèvres ; Tes lèvres ; Apocalypse."

Joseph Lorusso.

Respirez-vous

What would attraction be, beyond the set of small characteristics and qualities that arouse sympathy, desire and love?

Simple.

Attraction is the curiosity for the unknown, it is the desire that we try to repress for something that seems wrong, it is the unconscious manifesting itself when we say "no" to ourselves.

And just to clarify a little better...

This whole attraction thing, everything was happening in that same order because of a single person.  An extremely specific, seemingly quirky, attractive-as-hell person.  Kang Haerin.  The woman who made me freeze in place, open and close my mouth a few times as my mind tried to come up with a sentence that could answer her question.

–Est-ce que tu aimes le sexe?

That thick, hoarse and silky voice echoed through my ears, giving me a million goosebumps in different places.  I've been in a state of attraction to other women before, of course, to girls in high school too or to some other random woman walking down the sidewalk on some normal day.  However... Haerin seemed to be too specific, as if she didn't exist anywhere else in the world and I wondered how a person could be so unique.

I-I... - I tried to respond, I just tried, but the sentences in my mind weren't formulating the way I wanted.  - That's a pretty... Bold question, I'd say.

- And what would be your answer?  - Haerin asked again.

It's nothing new that I've always been very well resolved with myself regarding my sexuality, I can notice when a woman is flirting with me or something similar and it really depends on whether I'm willing to accept it or not.  The problem is that haerin has an air of mystery that even makes me a little revolted, I felt like she was wanting something obscene, but at the same time it seemed like she wasn't and that middle ground intrigued me.

I couldn't tell if it was her eyes that were so dark and enigmatic or the way she spoke that made each and every sentence seem like an absolute truth.

However, even though I was feeling a lot of internal things because of that woman, I was still curious about other things.  My position as a journalist never allowed my desire to meet artists to go too far, so there would be no problem in taking some professional advantage in that situation.  That's where the danger lies.

- I accept... On one condition.  - I answered finally.

- What would be your condition?  - She asked.

–Well... I'm a journalist, I work with articles and articles specifically about artists.  - I explained.  - And I would be immensely grateful if you would present me with your works, from your point of view.

– Hmm, so your condition for keeping me company is to get to know my work better, mon cherri?  –Haerin asked, a smile molded itself on his lips that seemed to have been sculpted.

As I said, every sentence that came out of her mouth seemed like an absolute truth, but also, everything she did or said sounded like the most attractive thing I'd ever seen in my life.  It was just a question, but it seemed full of ulterior motives in a discreet way, I don't know how to explain it, I could only feel the wave of internal shocks that that tone of voice caused me.

I think it's worth highlighting that that combination of Korean and fluent French is, in fact, immensely charming.  Haerin would drop a few words in French from time to time, when the entire dialect wasn't in that language, independently, it was too charming.