"Oh, and believe me, she was well aware of the circumstance in which she had placed herself in. For she knew that her hands were intertwined with the broken boy himself as they pranced, but that was her fault. A fault in which she decided to see the...
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07: The Missionary Act 1, scene 7
As told by Reuben
"SO, YOU'RE TELLING ME, that this 'mysterious' person, conducted physical contact with you, who I may also add is male, was basically like an innovative form of a tranquilizer and calmed you down from your panic attack quicker than me or Jimin?"
"I guess you can say that," I mumbled, not caring of what words came out from the production of my vocal cords. For the only thing that my eyes were fixated on at the moment was how I was practically disfigured; I was perched on my hardwood floor in the middle of my bedroom, my head situated on my kneecap as I gingerly painted my big toe with careful strokes like an artist. I was painting it with a bright red with sparkles embedded for the holidays.
The response I gave caused me to look up and observe Hyejin's reaction, for I knew how dramatic she could be. The moment my words left my mouth, it caused her to propel herself forward from utilizing both of her arms to sit up from my bed. She then leaned forward to close the magazine, and from the angle that I'm situated at, I realize that she's getting the daily of gossip of another celebrity rumor of having herpes— with closeups attached. However, before I can analyze the page any further, she closes it with a light sound produced from the friction of the papers.
As I proceeded with great caution of my progress on my toes by contributing the last stroke, the sudden movement of a hand brisked away my wand from my grip; causing the wand to work its way downward and away from the canvas of my toe by running the small bristles around the bed of my skin. For it looked like my toenail was on its period and was unfortunately leaking.
"Goddammit, Hyejin!" I gritted through the clenching of my teeth. She stared me dead into my eyes with a hint of amusement across the canvas of her face as she twirled the wand around. "You messed me up!" I scolded, scrutinizing her from above as she laid back down on my bed. She held the wand up into the open air and continued to do her little game of twirling as if it were a toy.
I pushed myself upward to my feet in a careful manner, for the last thing I wanted from this disaster was to get the polish on the white fuzzy carpet that resided near my bed from digging my freshly painted toenails into the patch of milk-white fur. For I the already did I get nail polish inked into my skin.
"I swear to God, Hyejin, if I see any marks of red sparkliness when I go to bed tonight, you're dead."
"Yeah, yeah," she mumbled, one hand wrapped around the wand as she studied the color of the polish up close to her eyes; so close, that I may add, that I wouldn't be in found in the state of surprised or shocked if to see what others may perceive as a "gash" across her face but housed with sparkles. The other hand, motioning me to "carry on" with my business.
