Untitled Part 1

This is it

I walked into the apartment quietly, more than positive that she was asleep.

I heard the fans running in the bedroom and I took my shoes off before sleepily making my way across the floor.

When I reached the door, I pushed it open and stumbled into the bedroom.
The lights were dimmed down and her lava lamp was on, making the entire room look maroon.

My eyes traveled up the bed, taking in the usual sea of dark red fabric, and I smiled when I saw her.

She was curled up under just the sheets, but technically they only covered her pelvis.

It was hot this summer, so I didn't think the three fans were excessive; they actually felt pretty nice as I passed them.

As I got closer to her, I noticed the thin sheen of sweat covering her chest and face. She must've just gone to bed. Maybe she'd waited up for me again.

"Kyun Ji," I placed a hand on her cheek, causing her to jolt before rolling over.

The sheets fell off her, but I paid it no mind. I was used to finding her like this by now. Kyun Ji was only wearing her panties and a tank top, but it wasn't like she had big boobs or an exceptionally big butt. She wasn't completely flat in either department, but still.

I sighed and moved around to the other side of the bed, taking a seat on the edge.

While I was taking off my socks, the bed shifted and I suddenly had two arms snaking around my waist.

"I didn't think you were coming tonight."

"I told you to never wait up," I turned slightly and placed my hand on her forehead, "Do you feel okay?"

"Feel fine, just hot as hell," she laid her head on my thigh and exhaled, "How's life goin' then?"

"Practice's got me a little sore, but I'll get used to the dance and be fine. Just like always."

"How long did you practice?"

"All day."

"Wanna shower?" She lifted her head and looked to me.

I stroked her hair back, smiling at her messy ponytail, then nodded, "Sure."

Somehow, I managed to get my tired girlfriend out of bed and pull her towards her bathroom.

"Cold shower please," she smiled as she pulled off her tank top.

I secretively looked at her as she brushed her teeth, just admiring her imperfections. She had a bit of visible hair on her slightly pudgy stomach and her sides had stretch marks. She told me the stories for both of those and once I knew, it was kind of cute.

Her thighs were big with purple lines on the inside and her calves were basically just fat, but somehow she made it all look sexy.

Kyun Ji was almost as tall as me. Reason being, she's not Korean in the slightest, yet she changed her name after her eighth year living in Seoul. She won't tell me her former name.

I looked back to the shower when she lifted her head from the sink and started taking her hair down to brush it.

If she caught me staring she'd get self conscious and I'd lose the privilege of showering with her.

"Should I start going to the gym?" She suddenly asked.

"If you want to," I shrugged and turned to her.

"I'm asking you if I'm fat," she plainly stated.

I laughed and moved to stand behind her. I wrapped my arms around her and she leaned into me, "You're not fat, noona. You're," I inhaled and let my eyes devour her reflection, "thick."