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                 ❝I really liked that RED TABLE if you ask me, it looked really cool and I think it would fit well into our kitchen and it’s by far enough for TWO people❞ and he pointed at the table again. They stood ther for a while now - discussing what they wanted to buy, what would fit and what would not. ❝I vote RED -- I don’t like your choice at all❞

                                                     ❝          oh he don’t he don’t he don’t know                                                      i can take em head to head go toe to toe (toe to toe)                                                                  oh If you play I fight back I fight back                                                                      i’ll show you who’s in control.          ❞

      professionalism is sublime ; hes acquired it throughout years upon years of laborious qualifications and inculcation. doctorined into sternness and stoic to ultimately become a well venerable commander. and all for what ?  for one or his trainees to fail miserably and tarnish the ventures name he has build for himself within his profession ?

SLEEP WAS A FOREIGN CONCEPT WHEN ALL SHE COULD SEE WAS RED. Every time her eyes fluttered shut, instead of the pitch black that should come followed by slumber, she saw a blinding crimson that sat her up in cold sweat. Most of the night was spent in her thoughts, replaying the scene she’d had the misfortune to come across over and over and over again. The stench of the body lingered in her nostril, body swallowing the remnants of her dinner that threatened to crawl up her throat. Even when Ara did her best to distract her memories, she found herself sifting through television channels only to land on the latest murder case. Unsolved, unfound. What if it was him ??

She’d called in sick from work, her body unable to muster up the strength to make her way into the office. It was half past two when the knock on her door encouraged her to finally get up from the comforts of her couch, the imprint of her body visible in the leather. Fatigue clouded over common sense when she opened the door without thinking twice, only to be met with the eyes that plagued her walking nightmares. Her fingers curled around the doorknob, ready to slam the door in his face. What was once a familiar face, a colleague, a man she could joke with at events, someone harmless was now nothing but red. Red. Red. Blood red.

Almost immediately, her hand went down to grab the phone from her pocket, ready to call reinforcements if need be. Staring at him sent chills down her spine, but idiotic bravery had her standing in her spot without screaming. Swallowing the lump forming in the back of her throat, she did her best to sound confident, but fear caused her voice to quiver and knees to knock. “ That was on purpose. ” Taking a deep breath in, she moved her body ever so slightly behind the door, protection if need be. Her body language was enough to let him know that his presence wasn’t welcome here.

“ Junwoo – ” Questions upon questions plagued her thoughts. What could she ask ? What could she say ? Would she be his next victim ?? Her brows creased as concern riddled her features, fear for her own life now creeping up even though she was sure he wasn’t all bad. “Please don’t hurt me… ”

women were complicated beings, he thinks. think one way, say another. junwoo doesn’t know why the other woman hasn’t responded to any of his calls or messages though he’s finding himself to be quite annoyed at this point. he tries to reason with her in his mind, wondering if she has been going through many issues without him knowing and kept it to herself. that’s how people seem to be, never upfront with their emotions and he’s playing the guessing game through out many assumptions. nothing came to mind, he thought they were alright. 

he has the audacity to arrive at her place. cleaned himself up from the erotic movements that he has to do in order to survive. junwoo believes he’s wise enough to tidy his appearance up, doesn’t seem suspicious to ones eye. knuckles pressed against the wood as an indication of arrival and it doesn’t take too long for her to invite him with her warm presence. he questioned her actions, he feels neglected by her to do such a thing but to leave him by a string of curiosity.

and she admits the truth. “my dear ara,” he coos with his head shaking in obvious disapproval as to why she would do such a thing to him. and his eyes fall into her own, the fear in her eyes and somehow he understands why now. 

she knows and he doesn’t dare to run away. 

“why would you think i would do such a thing?” the business man inquired, head tilting to one side before leading himself into the home she resides in. he delicately plants his palm onto the door before pressing it shut. he smiles softly, he tries not to seem threatening to her eyes. junwoo knows about her realizing who he was now. “i’m offended, i could never hurt you.” no promises were to be attached to the reassuring words, he says it to calm her down. 

SHE’S READY TO PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE. Ara’s had one too many sour interactions with men in a club for her to put up with anymore. Her friends had wandered off into the crowd leaving her to fend for herself at the bar. With phone in hand, she knows just the numbers to press if the individual behind her decides to go any further. With bass threatening to deafen her, it’s hard to make out the true tone of who had spoken. So with alcoholic beverage in hand, she turns around, ready to snap at what she pictured to be a sleaze bag with a patchy moustache. Instead, she’s face to face with a stunning woman.

For a second, she looks around, sure that she had heard wrong. Or maybe the owner of the voice had left. In the pit of her stomach, she knows that’s not the case, so when she finds herself eye to eye with the female she’s, for once, speechless. “ Wait … you’re not a guy. ”It’s a stupid observation, but the only one she can make with the devil’s water in her veins and the turn of tables. Still baffled, she points at herself with a soft chuckle. “ You’re talking to me right ?? ”

she was growing quite comfortable every single day from displaying her sexuality, still having second thoughts but trying to regain a positive note in her mind. that everything was going to be fine and there’s nothing to be ashamed about. aera’s here on the regular, wanting to drink a good amount of alcohol when she has the day off the next following morning. coming at a good time, blessed by such beauty that graced her brown hues she didn’t control the words that rolls off of her tongue. 

Hold onto what you have left for you might not realize , When the world will drown out the sunshine and rainbow. Gather the knowledge available, yes, bury yourself in highs For you know the lesson: “There may not be a tomorrow.” Green boba iced tea, mocha caramel frapp, marshmallow choc... Drink your cares away and perhaps, a new concoction may emerge That gives you a wish: renewed life, newfound strength, or something awesome, For the darkest days sleep behind and now you talk the Talk About the latest and greatest on columns explaining ‘How to Splurge,’ So, buttercup, spend less on the little bubbles and more on ‘How to Blossom.’

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