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the day has finally arrived. maegan’s last day on paris, her flight was scheduled in about 3-4 hours and she knew she had to be there as early as possible. if she wanted to get to the airport, she should take the third train stop. her heart heaves as she stared at junghee’s sleeping face on her shoulder. she must’ve been tired with all the walking they did. it’s been an amazing ride for the last three days. never did she imagined they could visit so many places, around five cities in such a short span of time. she had lots of fun, mainly because junghee was with her. for a short span of time, she managed to knows her bits by bits, the traveling seemed to make it easier as it happened naturally-- how junghee suggested food she love, stopped in certain shops she liked. there was so much to know about her, so much things to discover. maegan wanted to know more but time doesn’t permit her do to so. it felt as if the three days passed by so fast, in just a blink of an eye. maegan..... doesn’t want to leave yet, but she knew better her parents wouldn’t like it it if she were to stay longer.

her chest constricts. and it doesn’t help the dancer that junghee looked so adorable with her sleeping face. maegan couldn’t help it, and before she knew it she had already took a picture of the woman’s sleeping face, the printed polaroid came out quickly and maegan finds herself smiling, putting the photograph on her pocket. she would write notes on the back, but that would have to wait later as the train seemed to move a little fast. she’d mess up her handwriting.

a contemplative look was given at the woman resting on her shoulder, maegan doesn’t know whether to wake her up or not. she looked too peaceful-- she didn’t want to interrupt her sleep. but her stop was about to come and she didn’t want to leave the woman just that. she decided to just wake her up, say goodbye perhaps. so she did. she shook junghee’s slim frame with her grasp. “junghee, wake up.....” she whispered. “my stop...” a pause, and she swallowed thickly. “is just around the corner.”

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“show me how to make love.”

at that moment, ahreum swore she could feel her heart beating in her throat. her body reacted first, heating up already at the words the younger uttered. they were going too fast, she knew. moments ago she couldn’t even begin to express the feelings she had for her. yet now, now she had to show it. in a way that only skin to skin can understand. a shiver rippled through her body like small waves. she had half a mind -- that she was so desperately clinging onto -- to tell her no. to tell her there is another time and they can wait. they had all the time in the world.

yet a large part of ahreum had wanted this kind of connection with someone ever since she was a child.

and wheein...wheein could never hurt her. right?

running her fingertips gingerly against the side of wheein’s face, she let it trail further down to the smooth expanse of her neck. she felt herself shiver, as if she was the one being touched. “i’m not sure...” she whispered, her voice coming off hoarse. “how exactly to proceed.” she sounded far too technical and less sexier than she wanted, the realization causing her cheeks to flush. “this kind of desire...it’s the first time...” leaning close, she let her lips graze over the areas her fingers had just been, planting delicate butterfly kisses with not much pressure. 

the time ticks to twelve and moon couldn’t have been happier. she was signalled by her co-dj that her shift had ended, and she gave way for the next dj on the dj booth soon after. she was honestly waiting for this time to arrive as she had been itching to approach someone from the crowd-- a model she had seen before in a fashion show. moon was a fan of her, even way before but she didn’t really had the chance to approach her that night so this was the perfect opportunity to do so.

she wasn’t going to waste that opportunity at all.

not much time was wasted before she knew it she was already on the crowd, pushing her way through the sea of people. she had seen her at somehow middle, and moon casually stood beside her, moving along with the beat of the music the other dj was playing.

she coughed, in attempts to get the woman’s attention. “hwang nara?”

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weeks and weeks spent in her shop was starting to feel like prison. the walls were starting to look too bland (its color didn’t contribute with calming these thoughts either). the faces of her coworkers there were starting to be boring and the stools were too stagnant. it was just like when her father wanted her to be hidden from the world that was meant to nurture kiera both in a positive and negative way.

hence, when she received a message from a manager (she couldn’t remember the name of the artist they handled), she couldn’t help but bounce on her way to her car and drive to the given address. it wasn’t new that people asked to be measured in their home however it had been weeks since she had last tended to such request. the last time she remembered anything happening was when a woman with a red suit came in to get her measurements adjusted.

the address wasn’t that far. in fact, it was just a fifteen minute drive with the traffic and all the stoplights she had encountered. kiera unmounted her vehicle with a good inhale, taking in the scent of the city that seemed to be untiring from everything that was happening. in the venue, kiera made her way inside with the pad of sample dresses in her arms, the other grasping a holder of two coffee, one for her and one for the supposed artist.

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there were a number of significant people that had stayed in kiera’s life. her father (who was perpetually pressuring her to take over their family owned business) was alive and healthy. her mother (who on the other hand was obsessed with her personal life), on the other hand, seemed to be doing well the last time kiera spoke to her. besides those people, kiera found herself furrowing her brows. there were some now and then but none really lasted. kiera wondered why now and then but she figured she shouldn’t fuss over spilled milk.

it was just another normal day. she was on her way to work, the driver that her father hired silently doing his job all while kiera stared outside the window. now and then she would ask how he is, out of politeness (or trying to be) but after a small ‘i’m fine, miss. you?’ kiera would just curve her lips into a smile. today, she instructed the driver not to drop her to the shop. she wanted to visit the nearest ice cream shop. her throat was drying up and her way of quenching this thirst was to get something cold. and sweet: ice cream!