Attention || Seulrene | Ongoing

Seulgi's Reason

Seulgi felt like a mess. It felt like all the emotions were squeezed into her 5'3 petite body and everything felt too much and too little at the same time that she could feel her feelings bursting at the seams.

Like literally. Because she could feel her heart burst but not for all the right reasons, no. It wasn't because she was elated with the question or the lips that were still lightly touching her own. It wasn't giddiness either. It was something more sinister and she thought she could never feel this much of it for one person.

Anger. The emotion that remained dormant and reigned in when she became friends with Irene.

But now, her anger run so deep it made its roots in her heart and bloomed into something more... uncontrollable- the feeling she tried to reign and hold on to because maybe Irene deserved a second chance. But boy, she was again proven wrong. Irene just had to do this and ruin all control she had on her body.

Anger turned into confusion then to hate.

She finally remembered why she called her the devil. The reason behind the pretention of being ignorant of the girl's presence, or the foundation of her seething and nonchalance.

It was all Irene- Irene in all her entirety and the reasons and feelings came pouring out that night.

The night where everything exploded and the truth was laid bare. And mistakes that can never be corrected.

"Would you believe me when I say that I feel the same way towards you?"

Seulgi was like a dam that was on the verge of collapse and Irene's question was the only thing needed for her to release everything she had been keeping inside all these years.

Irene's feathery kisses that tickled the still tingling flesh was replaced by Seulgi's lips smashing right into the older's own. Lips on lips. Teeth on teeth. Both winced at the pain when their faces collided but Irene was too shocked to react that she stood still while Seulgi attacked her lips.

It was forceful and incessant which made Irene gasp. Her insobriety left as soon as Seulgi mercilessly bit her lower lip. All attempts of her pushing the younger away was futile since she's nothing compared to Seulgi's strength and stature.

Uncontrollable. It was the word that could describe Seulgi and her ministrations. Her anger was evident in the movements of her mouth and she wasn't holding back anything anymore.

It was the time for payback and she'll squeeze every pain that Irene made her went through and the nights she spent crying and feeling like she wasn't worthy.

Seulgi nibbled, bit, tugged and pulled that Irene could no longer feel pleasure but pain from the lip locking. Soon, the taste of the metallic tang of blood invaded her mouth and she winced in pain everytime Seulgi would flick and nibble on the wounded spot.

Irene was on the verge of tears that with her last bit of her strength, she shoved Seulgi as hard as she could and was finally able to push her away.

It was her turn to be flabbergasted and utterly speechless at Seulgi's action. She was left breathless and gasping for air while her mind was scrambled with what just happened.

This was too far from what she imagined while gulping down the burning liquid courage down her throat. She imagined a grinning Seulgi welcoming in her arms and cooing at what she did. It was farfetched, she knew but the alcohol made her expect more and she should've stuck with the reality of Seulgi's anger and hatred towards her.

The slight buzz of the wretched tequila and the lightheadedness could no longer be felt by Irene since the moment Seulgi decided to crash her lips into hers.