niiaque:
⌜ * . ❛ @lvsxsleep / STARTER !
if there’s a way to define junhee, it’s inconsistent . brat of a girl / bronze - shielded without an ounce of glory. her relationships prove just as sparse as her presence, but olivia is something of a platform within that. joo’s request is as typical & sporadic as usual : just something to let her toke up a few times in the upcoming weeks. until she needs her again. at a surface level, this could very well lead to the usual suppressed, bubbling guilt at the root of her; but she only feels excitement instead. creeping desire. their meets became something to look forward to. a treat. without the overabundance that made it grow tiring . and with a curl to her lips at the end of liv’s doorway, junhee simply asks,
❛ you get my text ? ❜
her apartment was a disaster , a culmination of the carelessness she attached to drugs , sex , take-out , a flat-out refusal to do laundy , and no desire to clean up before clients came - regardless of the type of client. a few different strains were on the coffee table, next to a glass tray with white powdery residue that was sat atop a bra like a paperweight. liv didn’t think it was hers, and couldn’t be bothered to find the rightful owner. at the door, she hummed softly in response and stepped aside to let joo inside. to answer her question truthfully , olivia hadn’t gotten her text , she hadn’t checked her phone in close to two days. still , she was happy to see joo on the other side of the door , of all her clients , hot ones who overstayed past the deal - for added festivities - were her favorites. “ no, i haven’t checked my phone in a while. come in and chill, ” liv gestured to the couch, which was well overdue to be tossed to the curb, “ is it gonna be the usual? ”












