they say misery likes company ββ- and in seungjae she knew that to be true. their pains found solace in one another ; whether through silent sympathy or mutual destruction. they never talked about it, didn't need to, there was no remedy
this orbit had existed for months now, long enough that the early excuses had worn thin and transparent. what instituted as convenience had curdled into something hungrier; it resided in the quiet after he left
deliberate like she just wanted a taste of him. lips wrapped around the soft muscle, suckling gently around it before the corner of her lips curled up and she spat into his waiting mouth, pressing against the underside of his chin so