mismatched hearts | seulrene

four

"jackson, i think we need to talk."

"is everything all right? please don't tell me you're sick one week before our wedding."

"it's about us."

seulgi ran her fingers on irene's back as she admired the older womans beauty.

"we really need to end this, im a mess, seulgi."

"i don't care. you love and i love you, right?"

"yes bu-"

"then that's all that matters."

irene felt like she was trapped under a spell.

every time she tried to get out of it, she was pulled back in.

lust was upon both of them.

if she was going to continue this, she better tell jackson in person.

"babe, you hungry? i can pick up the dish you like."

jackson never asks this. it's always irene who cooks, who is left alone after a date at a restaurant since he always has to leave for work.

"that sounds great, thank you seulgi."

"anything for my girl."

lord, help me.