21 years old

any pov

semi/multi para

quick replies MOST of the time.

eyecandy: you.

eargasm: my lady - exo m.

mood: 4/5.

thoughts: meh.

You were Amber's first love. Her only love, in fact; she thought she would never see you again. She treated you like a queen- and yet you couldn't bring yourself to come out of the closet and tell your parents, or even your friends. Not even your own lesbian best friend Amber herself. You denied the fact that you were a lesbian, that you were a raging homoual despite all of the butterflies flying around in your stomach when Amber touched you. Every brush against your clothing sent electricity running through your veins- and you ignored it.

 

You continued to treat Amber horribly, unlike anyone should ever be treated, as if she were just your little toy to play with. She bought you all the fancy clothes and the nice rings, but one day you left- not even a note. You couldn't take it anymore. Seeing the pain in Amber's eyes every time you hesitated to say "I love you too" killed you inside. 

 

But alas, your story doesn't end there- you found yourself back in Seoul, even back into the neighborhood where you and Amber had first met. As you find yourself moving in, a blonde-headed boy comes to help you unpack your things and introduce yourself to the friendly inhabitants of your apartment complex. Except it isn't a boy- it's Amber, and she has no idea you're back. 

 

Amber loves girls who know how to dance, sing or play any type of instrument. She likes her women smart, and that summed you up perfectly- if only she noticed you! 

 

You knew how to hit the high notes right, and you had the perfect S-line to fit your y style, but you just couldn't seem to fit into Amber's heart the way you wanted. She loved you like a sister, especially when you comforted her after countless wrong-turn relationships. You were, undoubtedly, friendzoned- and that stupid er couldn't see you for you. You wouldn't change to anyone- you were NOT that type of girl- but for Amber, you would throw everything and everyone out the window to have her.

One day, Amber turns to you with her wide, toothy, alluring smile as she spins you around in her arms. "We won!" she hollered over the sound of the crowd roaring in the background. You had partnered up together in a dance competition, winning the audience over with your moves and couple-like posture; every touch sent you to heaven. Amber quickly leans forward, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, the taste of her favorite Gatorade on your lips still lingering even after she pulls away. Quickly, she mutters something softly in Mandarin into your ear before turning away to go celebrate with her friends.

 

You are trouble, period. And you always have been. Trouble is something Amber has never heard of- she works at a library, what else could you expect? A simple look in her direction has her bent around your finger- and you know it, too. You love to take advantage of her, to dominate her despite her rough appearance. ing with her is what gives you joy. You love everything about making her squirm, suffer, bending over backwards to please you despite your cold attitude. Amber loves you unconditionally- that's a fact. Such acts have been going on for nearly three years- until Amber calls it quits.

She's tired of being with you and your sadistic nature. You love yourself more than you could ever love anyone. You are a true, fullbred narcissist, and you embrace it fully. You think you're okay with having her gone. You know she'll come back for more of your body.

Except when she doesn't. You find yourself stuck in a position you've never been in. Are you sick? Do you need a doctor?

You and Amber both know it- you both need each other. It's surpassed from just basic and those occasional, emotional nights that only happen a week every month when you stay and hold her, caress her blonde hair as she sleeps only to be awakened to a cold, empty bed beside her, the sheets still tousled from your figure. It's surpassed the stage of basic, human desires and esculated into a need. You need Amber. You need her touch. And, like a puppy, she gives it to you, but you can't help but want more.