jezebel: talk about a time you used your sexuality to get your way
“Are you sure you want to broach this subject, hyung?” Jiyong’s lips form a lop-sided grin as he takes another gulp of the ice cold beer in his hand.
“Ji, cut the crap,” Heechul gives him a look.
Jiyong laughs, “I swear it’s a stupid story, but here it goes. So prior a few months before I was turned into a demon, I slacked a lot and cut many classes and my grades could warrant a heart-attack from my mother. And that kind of shit grades are what get delivered into the mailbox. Obviously I couldn’t risk that, I needed damage control, and I started racking my brains (I always liked a challenge). I always had a liking towards the charming yet somewhat awkward stand-in lecturer that popped by once in a blue moon.”
Heechul raises his eyebrows at that.
Jiyong wiggles his brows in response, and continues, “So I just had to wait until I chanced upon him, and he helped relief in quite a number of classes, and even if he doesn’t have full power, he could change the grades, especially so if there were assessments or assignments due. It didn’t matter if he didn’t take my class, as long as he was in the school I’d find him. Though it was as if the heavens wanted it to happen, he took my next class.
“You really should sit down and pay attention to people once in a while because boy can you learn a lot. I thought I had to work extra hard to charm my way off his pants but I saw the way he looked at the better looking male students; there would always be this very brief hint of want from his a-tad-too-long lingering gaze. Once the school bell chimed I launched into action. Getting his attention was really easy, the louder aggressive types seemed to have caught his eyes, all I did, was when we were alone, flicked my tongue a few times along my lower lips, and I just brazenly reached for his crotch when I went about to his desk.
“Needless to say, he was very taken aback but I just knew I could definitely smoke through the next semester, when he didn’t really bother biting down his obnoxious moaning. I proceeded to climb on top of him, whispered dirty dirty things into his ear, and what my endgame was. I’m not going to go into details ok hyung, I won’t take any chances of you barfing all over me. Basically I blown his head off (get it, hyung) and my grades were saved. Though eventually I still disappeared…but well, it was fun.”
“What if your calculations were wrong, he immediately throws you out of the classroom?” Heechul breaks Jiyong trains of thoughts and snickers and the younger scowls, “My calculations are always right and I always get what I want.”
Bora was always quiet, more often so she would lock herself up in her bedroom when she didn't have any lessons to study. Piano, Violin, Dance, Languages, Manners and Etiquette. These things kept her busy after school. Always prim and proper, a princess who locks herself up behind her own walls. Her brother on the other hand was more outgoing, once he invited had a friend to stay over for a couple of days. There was no given reason, even when there was, Bora knew nothing about it since her brother was a very private person.
Their house was big, so going around was easy and having no need to bump to anyone else who was there. Bora slipped herself out of her room and saw a new face in the house. He was busy scanning over the books at their mini library and Bora was stunned. He was quiet and he liked books. When he saw her, she hid away and peeked over by the door till her brother caught her and introduced her to Heechul. He barely spoke, all they do is discuss on books and things that a kid like her couldn't understand and she didn't want to pry nor did she want to get in the way but she wanted to get his attention. Part of growing up as it seems but he was very attractive that she wanted to look good in front of him and maybe get a compliment.
Once she was comfortable with him, she joined them every once in a while when they would read books. She always wore those pretty dresses that her mother bought and would often have her hair nicely done, even putting ribbons over her brown hair. She asked him if she looked pretty but he said that she was cute. Cute. The young nephilim was furious then. "When I grow up, I will be really pretty that you will like me too!" Marching off away from the male whose eyes were as dark as the night sky that has captivated her.
Years and years have passed, she still remembers him but also she feels rather embarrassed of herself for being so childish then. Gone was her brown hair, dyed to blonde. No more full bangs either that once hid a part of her face. Tall and slim, with her eyes still as brown as milk chocolate with her smile as bright as the sun. She was busy at her cafe, filling up for the spot of the part time employee who was running late due to her thesis debate at her college. She was wiping the table when a man entered the shop, a face that she once knew, only that he has aged or age has become him. Bora stood up straight and bowed as the man entered the shop. Once her head was up to look at him. She ended up furrowing her brows, staring intently at him. "Chul Oppa?"
