「 ❜♢ : Ⅰ t」 – It was always believed that idols were tortured by the very fame that they garnered throughout their years - or simply months - of publicity. It was also believed that celebrity couples were one of the most fickle pairings due to the attention they both would be assumed to want from one another - eventually splitting over who becomes the dominant persona or who cheats and gets caught by the paparazzi that would otherwise not bother the duo if it had not been for their god-forsaken fame that churned into the bitter curds of infamy.
Regardless, it was believed that the Rosarei couple was still drinking from the mellifluous cream that romance provided – emphasis on ‘believed.’
Having grown perhaps too used to the comfortable nature of her relationship, the brunette sylph had assumed such still was held fast in reality despite the magazines she was all too aware of on her trek home. What had begun as whispers metamorphosed into brusque shouts of a “tryst” that kept her ears flooded and her mind swimming in accusations ever since coming off from work at the recording building that had taken up the majority of her day.
“Miss Cho, where’s Rei?”
“Presently not with me, as you can see.”
“Why is that? Have you two fought?”
“Not quite - not at all, actually. I just had work.”
“Oh, so was the man you were with the other night work-related?”
“What other man?”
“Don’t act coy, Miss Cho. The man at the bar!”
“Oh – no. He wasn’t work related. Just a friend.”
Despite what she had argued on her behalf, the reporters were always attempting to spin her words into publishable gold. Any inkling of her cheating or thinking of giving up her present significant other for this new-found insignificant “love” was eaten up and most likely going to make it to the next issue of the respective tabloids that asked their questions and made their assumptions. No one wanted the iron-backed truth, they all thought of reaping from the fame the golden idol had sown. It had been a while since she had gotten into any sort of social controversy and such was delectable to the buzzards that hawked her up until half a mile from the current station she called “home.”
Admittedly, she had not expected to see the very alleged third party in the entire situation at her home that day, leading her to don a half-assed smile and offer an equally uncomfortable wave.
“Welcome home – hey, uh, do you mind coming in here? Kind of … need to ask you about something.”
Sometimes it was blissful to act a fool.
Now was not one of those times.
“Thank you, love. There is nothing better than to see your face after a long day out.” Perfect execution, Rosario. Accentuate your necessity to relax further and he may back off. The brunette wanted to inwardly roll her eyes at her wording, honestly, knowing just how tired the man must also be and how he could have possibly gotten wind about the unfortunate news that she had unknowingly cheated on him while their relationship was still so newly repaired. Regardless, she did act innocently ignorant regarding such as she approached the desk before him with an ironically collected traipse. The confident sway in her hips having still been intact in a display of familiarity and an outward lack of discomfort, she propped herself up onto the desk before him and smoothed out her maroon pencil skirt with a blow of one of her bangs away from her abyssal gaze. Her upper body folding over to allow her elbows to meet her patella, she formed a fleshy bridge out of her fingers and rested her chin upon it. Canting her countenance with a playful fraction of a smirk and a cock of one brow, she reached out a hand shortly after with a purred, “What’s wrong, mi Rei? If you keep that face it may freeze like that, you know.” She would have swiftly grasped his palm and pulled it to her cheek in order to go about her usual weary displays of affection, but she refrained from such. It was obvious something was wrong within the realm of her uncrowned king and she wished for him to reach out to her first - to accept her palm as if means of a peace offering. She wanted for this so much but, of course, she was more quick to act than patient to wait and reached out for his right wrist which she held onto gently. Pulling his palm up to her rosette lips, she kissed along the lengths of his ivory digits with a playful hum that met the staccato of a chime of laughter. She would have gone as far as to nip at the tips of his fingers if it wasn’t for her gaze having skirted along her pelvis upon exploring his palm.
“BREAKING: ROSARIO CHO, CHEATING SCANDAL!”
The personified sin didn’t want the golden boy to find out about her situation in such a way – she didn’t mean to have him sitting with such a forlorn expression in her own apartment as if his usually bright personality had been sucked out of his very existence. She was a devilish woman, but she at least had respect for those that she held dear – especially her blonde lover who was seated before her.
This was a mess.
This was a problem.
Did he believe what he saw?
She truly hadn’t answered his calls the night prior due to being out with her company to partake in light, festive drinking due to it being the birthday of said company - but she simply hadn’t brought her cellphone along in a rushed mishap after finding out she was late to the little outing. Regardless, Apollyon held the woman firm in her position as she stiffened momentarily only to find herself amused by the situation. Her sheer fear of confrontation eased into a subtle bitterness upon turning the situation around and remembering the imprint on the man’s cheek that had left her fuming years earlier to the point of leaving Chicago. Had she not also been solemn and uncertain? It was almost too sweet to know that such an impact had been instilled into the ex-mechanic who didn’t seem to give a single care when she walked into him exchanging breath with another warm body in the space she, his girlfriend, had shared with him prior to the wreck of ‘10.
“So, you saw, huh?” The tar of sadistic pleasure upon refocusing on his discontent expression ran thick within her blackened veins, the hand that had held onto his wrist then falling to pick up the magazine that had been off to her left. She read the title out loud with a slow drawl, her gaze not even having to falter from the unnerved’s own.
“What do you think about this?” Her words fell from her lips with a sarcastic chime to them, dropping the thin article of amusement onto his open lap as if disgusted by the fact he had brought such a thing to her home. “’Rosario Cho, cheater extraordinaire.’ Fascinating, right? They’ll sell most anything these days. I could have changed my lingerie an hour ago and everyone would know about it if that story sold to those sex-deprived fools that send me promises of fucking me until I sing their name in my next album.”
Exasperated by the notion, she pulled herself from the desk and circled around it - one palm skirting the surface of the furniture with her focus now on a nearby wall as opposed to the famous Lee Rei himself. Perhaps it really was time for them to run into a bit of bitterness in their relationship, seeing how he had already bought into the story enough to bring it to her attention; after all, whatever damages that would be done to the newly more emotional of the two could be mended by the capable hands of the woman who would inflict it.
… After all, was her chance to ride him up a wall not a few years overdue?
» “What’s wrong, mi Rei? If you keep that face it may freeze like that, you know.”
Hesitation had always been his worst enemy. He could never just jump into something, he was not the 'risk taker' some believed him to be. He was fearful -- of everything. The man had learned over the years, through past relationships and experiences, that something so small could have the impact of an explosion. Something small had the power to potentially wipe out everything he worked so hard for ... and that scared him. The present moment was no different.
Here, sat before him, the love of his life. The woman he'd pined for since he was seventeen years old, the woman all his sappy love songs were dedicated to, the woman he would gladly stay up with until 7 AM just to talk about ... nothing important, really -- and the woman he'd lost once before due to his foolish actions. Did he really want to risk what they had over this? Did he really want to risk losing this magnificent woman a second time?
His lips parted.
No. No. No.
He took a breath.
You can still take it back.
Say it's nothing.
❝Well ... I just -- I wanted to ask you --❞
As quickly as his lips had parted, they snapped shut and pressed into a thin line as her dainty fingers curled around his slim wrist.
She pulled his hand in close proximity to her face, and with a playful grin thrown his way she began to press her full tiers against his pale skin. The muscles in his jaw clenched and relaxed rhythmically.
Don't touch me ...
Don't touch me --
And yet, he didn't pull away. He wasn't one to refuse her. He never could. If it were any other moment, he'd welcome her touch, he'd welcome her lips against his skin. The blond would go so far as to say he'd encourage the intimate behaviour, he'd initiate it, even -- if it had been any other moment than this one. He didn't want any contact until everything had been made clear and he was sure the entire thing was false. He still had the underlying fear that it might be true ... What if it was true? What if prior to the present moment, her lips, her hands, her entire body ... had been touched by another? His stomach churned and flipped uncomfortably at the mere thought of it. It didn't sit well with him in the slightest. It was then that he realized this must have been how she felt, years ago when they were in the same situation, but their roles were reversed. They had been teenagers at the time, however that by no means excused his actions. Before Rosario, he'd been nothing but a dog, nothing but a skirt chaser. It was easy for him, really, when his father had such success and he was to take over the legacy. Girls flocked, and he took and took selfishly. When the now matured and elegant woman had entered his life at eighteen years old, rough around the edges with a youthful beauty, he was smitten at first sight and persistently chased after her like a puppy no matter how many times she refused him. All the playing around stopped for the most part, and when she had finally become his -- it stopped indefinitely. He had been happy with her then, though he had sometimes found himself missing his old way of life. Somewhere down the line, he had a moment of weakness and inevitably hurt her. She left soon after that, and he'd found her again years later -- but that was a memory for another time.
The 'Yang' half of their duo lifted his gaze to examine her countenance, and upon noticing that her own gaze was not directed at him, followed the direction of her stare with his eyes until they were both fixated on the same object: the magazine accusing the very woman that sat just to the right of the glossy stack of paper of adultery and betrayal. She dropped his wrist in favour of picking up the magazine, and as she read the title aloud, guilt stabbed at the blond's gut for every word that left her now scowling lips. With a casual question regarding his thoughts on the matter, the star of the media at present tossed the magazine onto his lap with a certain disgust that he'd only seen upon her face and in her actions when refusing someone -- when dealing with something unwanted.
Unwanted ... unwanted ... unwanted.
The word rang in his ears like a sick nursery rhyme.
He'd become something bothersome.
❝I ... don't know what to think, that's why I want to talk to you about it. You know I'd never usually buy into this shit, but I'm just a bit concerned. I don't mean to sound like a clingy bitch when I say this, but ... where did you go last night? You never told me you went out -- and when I tried to call you a few times, you didn't pick up, so -- I just ... want to know what happened.❞ The words tumbled from his lips in a rushed mess, but at least he'd managed to voice his thoughts. He was relieved, however she wasn't impressed with him; it showed in the way she removed herself from his proximity and rounded his desk, her back to him. And this -- this was a panic-inducing situation for him. He'd fucked up, he'd upset her -- this was their end, wasn't it? ❝Listen -- I ... don't mean to offend you with this. I don't mean to accuse you or put you on the spot. I just want to know the definite truth so I can burn this ... ❞ he lifted the magazine from his lap and tossed it haphazardly onto his desk. ❝... fucking filth, and be done with it.❞ with a slight push to the armrests of the office chair, Rei stood and followed the same path she took not a minute prior, and circled the desk before he sat against the edge of the painted wood. With an apologetic stare to her straightened back, shoulders squared and stance confident, he uttered a quiet ❝Ros?❞ while his arm extended to give a gentle tap to her bicep.
He should've kept his mouth shut.
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