"𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄."
━━━ what started off as an innocent game of truth or dare quickly spiralled into something else. Elisha Wright quickly finds herself caught between her bes...
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E L I S H A
I ENDED UP LEAVING THE APARTMENT. I felt like a fool, waiting for someone who mightn't even come back. How pathetic could I get? I changed into my own clothes - which seemed to be dry enough - and called an Uber. It was difficult getting one in this weather, but I managed somehow. The driver took me home and I dragged myself into my apartment complex. As I walked down the hallway to my apartment, my eyes glanced fleetingly at Jisu's apartment. I could really use someone to talk to right now and who better than Jisu. After deep contemplation, I decided that I'd go over and see her. I just needed to change my clothes first.
I quickly went into my apartment and changed into something cute but comfortable and, most of all, dry. I then checked on Salem, who happened to be sleeping comfortably despite the storm, and headed back out into the hall.
I knocked on Jisu's door. "Jisu. It's me, Elisha. If you're in there, I really need someone to talk to." I then stood there, awkwardly trying to preoccupy myself as I waited for the door to open. Eventually, it did and a sweaty-looking Jisu appeared.
"Ellie, hey!" She braced her arm against the doorframe while discreetly trying to fix her shirt. "What's up?"
"Well," I started awkwardly. "I was hoping to talk to you about something." I noticed fairly quickly that Jisu's breathing was uneven, her chest rapidly rising and falling as if she'd just ran a marathon. Her clothes also sat awkwardly on her body, like she'd just thrown them on. Her skin was also covered in a layer of sweat, her hair somewhat matted to her neck. I felt my eyes wandering, peering behind her and into her apartment. Baekhyun was sitting on the couch, fumbling to do up his belt. His gaze hesitantly met mine and that's when he forced a smile which, I might say, couldn't have been any more awkward.
He raised his hand in gesture. "Hi."
I tensed all over, realising what I'd just done - what I'd just interrupted. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" I managed to get out, practically fumbling over my words as I grew flustered. "I can come back some other time. I didn't mean to—"
