Night Flowers

Where the Flowers are

Slip.

Free.

Kiss.

Slip.

Free.

Rain tattered against the window panes without even as so much light in the room. Another drop flattened itself against the glass before another button came loose.

It had been a long day. The decision to head back home or to remain outside in the storm had distraught her. Truth was that no matter where she went; there would be a storm.

The kisses came lavishly again and heat soared up through her legs, yet she somehow remained calm. The nervousness of this act was slowly turning her nerves cold. Namjoo pulled back a little, but the farthest she went was until her back touched the wall. Her eyes would open as his fingers brushed her revealed chest then he'd kiss her again.

Namjoo wasn't afraid of the bully. Maybe she had been at first, but she wasn't anymore. She didn't know what their relationship was, but she wasn't afraid of the bully.

A sensation she'd never felt before belted through her as his pecks slowly slid down her jawline to her neck. What had led to this, she didn't know. Maybe they trusted each other, maybe they didn't. But neither were hurting physically.

Another button came loose before he slid the blouse over her shoulders. Namjoo's head irresistibly craned back when he sucked at her pulse and she finally clutched onto his shoulder, allowing herself to touch him for the first time.

Just days ago they began talking, not a lot, but they talked.

Kris, the bully, toppled all the bad boys in her school. He'd always been the insolent punk with a bad reputation. While she sat at her lunch table she'd listen to the boys fist fight behind her. Namjoo, too, had been afraid of him like the others. And Kris had just stared her down like the rest of the students.

They were nothing to each other.

She accidentally made eye contact with him at the school gates when he'd been waiting for the jerks that'd ganged up on him. That cold sneer-like glare in his eyes sent shivers down her back. Quickly switching her eyes to the ground she scurried past.

Namjoo wasn't one of the popular or well-known girls in her grade. She didn't get along with a lot of people. There was no reason why. Maybe it had to do with the girls ridiculing her ever since junior high. She was just one of those who was easily picked on and the students enjoyed feeling powerful when looking down on her. But Namjoo was used to it.

She liked being alone. It made her feel safe. It came naturally and it made things easy for her.

"You little wench; you did my homework all wrong!"

They were waiting for her in the morning again.

To be honest, Namjoo always felt small in front of them. Sometimes she could barely even lift her head up to look them in the eye.

Namjoo's head swayed to the side when the student pushed her head with a finger. The bully's friends laughed beside her before throwing their notebooks at her.

"Come sit with us at lunch," the lead of the group ordered. "We'll offer you extra lessons outside of class...for free. Oh gosh...how do your parents deal with you?"

She patted the side of Namjoo's face with great mock.

"Oh? What's this?" The leader's hand swiveled down Namjoo's jacket toward the pocket where the dollar bills her mother had given her was sticking out. "Aww...how kind of you."