![]() The mere act of walking into the room stirs heat in your core. Her cozy, pillowy thighs look perfect as ever to rest your head upon as well. This time, with the close fit of her skirt, you can make out the shape of your favorite shape to make out with. You only lag behind Saerom for self-evident reasons, your eyes on the target of desire, her pert rear. You’d know it sober but horny, and drunk but hornier, so you path in the same footsteps you always did. The familiar last room of the hallway, on the left, its location is seared in your brain. Water wouldn’t help your thirst anyway, so you follow Saerom to the bedroom. You want to touch them, massage them, lick them, kiss them, everything. ![]() She might not know that you’re first staring at her bare shoulders. Saerom knows it as she looks back and now her smile is much naughtier. She walks away, but this lingering look of yours is deliberate. "It’s like you’re doing this on purpose." Saerom shakes her head and laughs to herself. In the time it takes to decrypt the whole one-word message (she’ll at least let you grab that drink, right?), you realize you’re gazing back. You weren’t fluent in the language of the unspoken, but that wouldn’t stop you from trying. Or some of those meanings are conveyed through her narrowed eyelids. You didn’t realize how many words could fit in a gaze. Saerom’s eyes fill in the rest of the directive. Little hobby I picked up in our… downtime. ![]() "I like the new painting in your living room, the one with the flowers." just taking in how long it’s been," you say. Beneath, what you’re imagining at this very moment. Beneath, what you were most intimately familiar with. Beneath it all, though, was the same supermodel-esque Saerom. For all that's changed in Saerom's home, how little has changed with the woman herself? The blunt bangs are new and of course, you’ve never seen this outfit, the flattering blue tube top and denim skirt, but you expected as much with all the clothes she went through. "Are you gonna hang out in my kitchen all night?" Saerom asks as she walks in, arms crossed and smirking. Even pictures with Gyuri, but nothing recent as nine as you expected. New polaroid photos of Saerom and her members on the fridge. A different blender, no doubt more robust for all the shakes she makes. An experimental flick of a switch, so she has yet to replace the lights in the range hood, and now they blink instead of being merely dim. Everything else about her home is slightly off in your memory. Cups in the third cabinet from the right. Though you asked Saerom for water, you didn’t need to be directed. Your tongue is stuck to the roof of your mouth, lips parched. She takes both buckets of popcorn on places it on her side, scooting herself close to you instead. The crunch of the popcorn confuses you, and you look at Nagyung questioningly. “Oppa…” Her voice distracts you from the movie, and you simply take the bucket of popcorn on your side of the seat and bring it across your lap, wanting to place it in the empty bucket sitting between the two of you. The movie was good, but you were constantly interrupted by Nagyung noisily dunking a hand in popcorn, taking out a handful and munching on it loudly. “I’m sure, let’s go!” She pulls you in, and after a short wait at the ticket booth and a long wait at the concession booth, you plop down next to Nagyung with two full buckets of popcorn in your hand. “Yes, but I don’t have a jacket, are you sure?” “It’ll be fine, we’re getting the couple seats right?” Nagyung sidles up to you cutely, slipping her arm around yours. “I wore a jacket!” She tugs on it, showing off her curves to you despite the functional uselessness of the clothing, not covering her belly at all. ![]() She’s dressed like a supermodel, a layer of denim over her legs, a layer of white cotton over her chest, and a stripe of bare skin right across her midriff. “Won’t you be cold?” You ask Nagyung, meeting her in front of the cinema.
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