𝑻𝑨𝑬𝑱𝑰𝑵,
One foot in front of the other, he inched closer to the girl. There was only a small bit of space separating the two before his face loosened up into a smug smile. “Are you sure you don’t remember my name? Because the girl I knew back in Paris couldn’t stop saying it when I took her to bed.” It was a game of chess - strategies that would develop, luring one in like a moth to a flame only to sit back and observe who would win. She was good at playing games, but he was no rookie as well. He enjoyed this type of banter, with the underlying sexual tension that arose despite not seeing the female after all these years. Taking a breath in, he could smell the traces of light vanilla that greeted his nose. The power of scents that would reinstate the memories that were buried inside his head. Funny he thought, she still emitted the same scent after all the time that had passed between the now strangers.
Taejin allowed himself to take another step, hoping that the feeling of built up tension would eat her up alive, despite the smile that teased sensuality. Her coy remarks did nothing but elicit the slightest chuckle from him. It was evident that his dedication to his body was greater than it ever had been in the past, shown by his shoulders which had broadened within the past year. Clothes had a way of now clinging to his body, accentuating the silhouette of his tall frame - his figure had a way of towering over the average male, and his body was one that was notorious for being one of the best figures in the industry. He read into the game she was playing, and they were playing a verbal game of cat and mouse which toyed with his amusement, pulling him closer to continue. Inches away, he whispered, “…but then again, you do seem different than the girl I knew. She had a body which was quite shapely, and did have me begging for more, but now that I’ve gotten a better look at you - you couldn’t possibly be the same person.”
His body shifted back towards the clothes hung on the rack as he reflected on the statement that escaped his lips. It was Risol again, and it was fun being in the presence of someone who played the same fun and games that he was used to manipulating. It was an odd feeling of tug of war, which neither side was winning nor losing - this state of limbo, the awkward tension that hung heavy in the room. Peering back over to the silent girl, he added, “Then again, I never heard from her after that week.”
MANY WOMEN HER AGE MIGHT VIEW HER AS CHILDISH, but choi risol didn’t let her maturity dictate how she was meant to act. sure, she found that there were ways for her not to appear unbecoming or desperate to others in their late twenties, but overall, she felt a bit stunted emotionally from her involvement in the entertainment industry. unlike her peers, she’s never had many opportunities to greet men, and women, with flirtation and sweet simpers. yes, it was common for a lot of idols to see one another clandestinely, but being as she’s the leader of her group, she never wanted to act out of line. did she slip up sometimes ? of course she did — she’s not perfect — but she still yearned to be someone that her juniors could look up to. not like a mother, no, but like that of an older sister, or an aunt. never would she want to stifle their experiences by over - coddling them. in a way she was responsible for them, but she knew that the only way for them to learn was to make their own choices, even if they led to regret. she’d help pickup the pieces of them that may break off in the future, but never would she want to be seen as a dictator they were forced to follow. however, as much as she portrayed an image of immaculate grace to the public at large, and sometimes even to her members, she still enjoyed to misbehave sometimes, and that week with taejin allowed her to do just that. was she hoping for some sort of reunion between she and the older male now ? perhaps, but she wasn’t going to push it, though.
after all, in her opinion, he should be the one doing the work. not her.
a blush of roseate hue stained the apples of her cheeks ; the kiss of scarlet revealing itself even through the light layer of bb cream and powder she’d applied mere hours earlier. his comments were bold, but she remembered finding that appealing in him during fashion week. truth be told, that’s what called her over to him like a beauteous moth to a dangerous flame. risol wasn’t at all prepared to be burned, though. no, not yet. so, instead of falling weak at the knees at his jests, she held her ground ; wincing a little the more forward he became. ❝ hmm, is that so ? ❞ her upper row of teeth sank into the plumpness of her bottom lip, her arms crossing over her chest nonchalantly. ❝ maybe she was waiting to hear from YOU. you claim to say that she was so, so remarkable in many ways — her body, being one way, right ? wouldn’t that give you an excuse to maybe send her a text message, or to even some energy to make a short phone call ? ❞
deciding to be bold herself, the rapper met him halfway by taking a few paces closer to him — an almost mischievous expression decorating her usually cold countenance. ❝ that’s why i don’t believe that you’re who i’m remembering either. a man like that reaches out to women he claims to be interested in, you know ? then again — maybe you don’t know. ❞ did she sound insane ? that was up for debate, but for now, she was continuing this narrative ; wondering to see if he had any reason to give her after all this time. to make sure the vibe around them was still as light - hearted as possible, though, she offered him a smile, followed by a wink ; holding in as much laughter as she could without breaking.
