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♥Non ti accorgi Diavolo, che tu sei bella come un Angelo?♥
Jeon Soyeon became famous when she barely finished university with her first large sculpture. Which consequently gave others. The top of the world touched her with the tip of her fingers at a very young age and that was already a privilege that she did not know how to take advantage of.
But the cost of fame is the same as that of ignorance, it didn’t take long for it to get out of the public eye and quite easily it stopped making recognized sculptures and it stopped being quite influential factor within the artistic world. There was no internal ignorance that art costs when you have no inspiration and Soyeon stopped discovering the beauty of the art, the beauty of the people in every piece. She simply lost herself on the road.
The large marble columns that gave it the ancient touch that belonged to Italy so much were the first things Soyeon saw when she was a few meters from her workplace. L’arte nelle vene, the house of artists, is the root of several art universities. It was one of the places where any artist wants to be, but sometimes being in your house is the same.
She took the cardboard glass with her left hand and continued writing with her right, ignoring the sudden messages from the same girl who had been calling her for several days. She erased photos in her gallery and looked up too late to see who was already waiting for her at the large marble door of her second home.
“Yeonie!” A voice calls her and Soyeon paints a smile on her face before she can change her direction, “Yeonie! I was calling you the last few days and you never answer me!”
She regretted not being so fast to lose sight of her but she knew she wouldn’t ever give up until she got what she wanted. She isn’t an art teacher for nothing.
“Yini, cariño,” Her red locks it was in the way but she didn’t something to take them off, “I left my phone on my desk the last days, scusa”
Cho Miyeon, another Korean girl in Italy was a treasure like her. Her cooky smile with that impetuous gaze is always her best charming.
“Are you busy right now?” The taller girl took her arm and dragged her by the hallways, “I need you to be the guide with those brats. I couldn’t”
“Me either”
“Don’t be silly I know you haven’t been busy for a long time ‘cause you need a model and you haven’t because of your expectations.”
Soyeon has to admit that she is very predictable. A pretty ironic defect, someday she will change it.
She arrived with the soles burning and subtly shaken her sweater, took the coffee offered by the same girl from her nightmares, and looked at the group of young people a few meters from them.
“You have to talk nice to them and just show them the sculptures,” she advised as they approached the unruly youth. “I’m glad to know that I’m counting on you.”
By the time she realized it, she was already alone in front of a group of young people passionate about art who now only seemed interested in seeing who was the first to beat up.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Soyeon and I’ll give you today’s tour”
It wasn’t as difficult as she first thought, she just showed them the places, answered their questions, and made sure they didn’t get lost. The brats were from college but their mind still didn’t seem to take it.
Then Soyeon tripped over someone, didn’t fall or touch her more than necessary but the jolt was enough to force her to look up and her breath caught in her throat.
It was like love at first sight, you know what it is and you gonna do whatever it takes to have it. Soyeon couldn’t hold her breath and her eyes marched from the black locks to the black high heels. She is the girl. She is the model she needs. Her hips thought the plaid skirt and her delicate shoulders thought the flannel jersey. She is simply perfect.
“Be careful, lady,” the girl smiled, showing a dimple on the side of her cheek.
But Soyeon remained static in her place until after several minutes the inconvenience of the young people took her out of her reverie. But even so, she could only search the audience for the brown-haired girl with her friends.
“She is Seo Soojin, Italian but her parents are Korean. She is almost twenty-one and she is a newbie college girl. What more do you want?” Miyeon had passed her one of the lists she kept on her desk. It had not been an entire week before her old friend came to her aid, so she didn’t hesitate to charge a lunch for her kind help. “Did you finally come up with something?”
Soyeon nodded, still thinking of the same contained emotion that forced her to paint and draw for several days before remembering Miss Cho for her help.
“Get me a date, I need that girl.”
It didn’t take more than two days before Soyeon walked with the haughty confidence that she was able to look very few times, with her stomach churning with emotion she opened the door and smiled when she met the girl she had been thinking about for days.
“Are you Miss Jeon?” Her voice was delicate as was all of hers. Soyeon nodded effortlessly as she sat on the other side of the desk, “Miss Cho told me that you needed to talk to me.”
“That’s right Ms. Seo,” Soyeon dared to point to many of the unfinished or simply discarded sculptures around the large room. “I have failed to find many models in the last two years, and I think I have already found what I have been looking for.”
“What do you mean Miss Jeon?” she wanted to know with a bit of heaviness and mistrust in her voice, “Why would you like me as a model?”
“Because you are equal to the models of antiquity, Sai il corpo umano non è perfetto, ma il mio con la tua presenza lo è… your curves as well as your face are the measure of what I have been looking for and it is what I wanted to represent in the only sculpture that has not let me sleep well in recent years.”
Soojin seemed somewhat self-conscious as well that the cologne she was wearing was unsuitable for the occasion. She ran a hand through her bag and was silent until the other woman offered her kindly if she wanted something to drink.
“I don’t see much consistency in this, Ms. Jeon,” the young woman had said to her, still drinking the bottle of water from time to time. “I do not despise my beauty but I do not consider myself the Simonetta Vespucci of any artist.”
“You are not,” Soyeon confirmed. “You are Seo Soojin the muse the world has but doesn’t know what they need until they have it in front of them.”
Pleased with her compliment, she murmured an acceptance and brushed a lock of hair over her shoulder.
“If I accept this …” she said softly, touching swampy terrain, “… could it go to my résumé?”
-♥ -
The little natural light gave a scenic, adorable, and intriguing aspect to the carefully chosen place for that day. It wasn’t long before Soyeon stopped painting to dedicate herself to giving directions to the newcomer.
Soojin was so shy, with a good reason. It would be the first time that she would be naked in front of someone other than herself. She carefully peeled off her robe and stood in the center of the platform.
“Can you strike a pose?” she inquired as she gave her some details.
Soyeon was squinting her with excessive curiosity, staring at certain parts before continuing to draw and smear. The black-haired girl could easily feel her cheeks about to explode and would probably pass out at any moment. Other than that, she can breathe easily.
There were long moments where the background music could be heard in the distance by the blood that tightened her ears, Soojin cringed when a small murmur of despair was heard in the instance.
“I can not do this!” Soyeon exclaimed angrily, putting down the pad and pencils before burying her face in her hands. Suddenly she got up, “You can get dressed.”
Soojin nodded and mumbled a small thanks as she passed her a robe without looking at her.
“What’s the matter, Miss Jeon?” the young woman with long hair wanted to know. Her undeniable concern dripped into her voice. “Is it something about me?”
“No. No” Soyeon shook her head and smiled softly at her. “It just … It’s been almost three years since the last sculpture I made and nothing else has come back to this.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, Miss Jeon”
The atmosphere became heavy and both noticed it. Soyeon thought of a solution to her problem but it was far-fetched just to say it out loud. Without realizing it she ended up saying it out loud without remembering that she was not alone.
“I want to try something,” she said suddenly drawing the full attention of the other woman. “Can I touch you?”
Soojin almost choked on her spit but let her speak. She had to get acquainted with the person portrayed as a clear example of Boticceli with Simonetta, who was her lover, and also from the stories of different Renaissance artists that the younger girl regretted not recording. Surely it would have helped her for future exams.
“If you feel uncomfortable you can refuse and here we will continue.”
-♥ -
Her hands trembled as she pressed the elevator buttons. She had had two days to seriously think about it and ended up accepting the joy of the artist. Now she tugged at her suitcase as she walked down the hall and looked for number twelve on one of the doors. She breathed slowly several times before knocking on the door.
Soyeon opened it and greeted her with a subtle smile. She kindly asked for the jacket and Soojin took several steps to find the room. She came across an artist’s apartment like she is portrayed in movies. Colorful pictures (probably handmade), brushes, paint, clay, places to paint, and even a balcony with a subtle city view.
But the most surprising thing for her was the owner. Her warm stare was a glare among the well-lit lights of the place.
“I’m sorry for the mess, I haven’t had much time to clean up,” she said a little shyly, the kitchen pointed out to her. “Are you hungry?”
They ate between silences and forced conversations in the middle of the night. When they cleared the table (Soojin didn’t allow her to do it alone) and washed the dishes they looked at each other for several seconds.
“We should go to the room.”
Compared to the living room, the bedroom was much neater, its walls colored with bright colors that even gave the place a warmer look. Maybe that was the reason why she didn’t feel as uncomfortable as she first thought.
“If you want to go back, it would be good to do it now.”
Soojin processed it for a moment but cleared her mind for tonight.
“You can do it”
Soyeon stepped forward and without hesitation began to peel off the shirt she had carefully chosen for that night. The color of the carpet barely contrasted with the blue of her pulled shirt. Her eyes didn’t leave hers and when she tensed as she ran her warm hand over the surface of her clothed breasts, she could only give her a fond look.
“Can I?”
Soojin nodded after processing it for several seconds. Her bra accompanied the rug and she was soon lying on the cotton bed. She could hear how her throat made sounds of which she did not know now. Her clavicle, her neck, everything was carefully kissed by sweet lips and discovered by curious, almost ready hands. She giggled as the hands went over her navel.
“I need to kiss you,” Soyeon strangely felt the urgent need to touch her lips with hers and dedicate herself to seeing the outline and exact shape they had, “Can I kiss you?”
Her lips were snatched away in a soft, sweet, passionate kiss. The older woman’s lips carefully delineated hers, her tongue tasted everything the cave of her mouth offered her, and her teeth seemed to measure the size of her lips and look for something that tempted her to find her way.
Soojin let out a small sigh as causally sinful lips passed through her carefully waxed center. Her hands continued to travel the curves of her legs, how long they were, the contour of her butt, and how she dedicated herself to studying her with some anxiety. Soyeon looked for some imperfection that told her that this girl was human but every time her lips touched somewhere she couldn’t find anything more than a goddess in her hands.
“I have to say thank you?”
Soyeon laughed and shook her head, reached for some clothes, and silently offered it to her, arranged some pillows for her, and returned to the side of the bed.
“You flatter me that you chose me,” Soojin muttered, adjusting the shirt.
“I really should thank you for being at the right time.”
That was unexpected and could be seen in the surprised expression of the younger girl. She didn’t try to answer and nodded shyly.
Soojin returned to her shared apartment and was not surprised not to find her roommate. She took a drink from the small refrigerator and threw herself to her bed as soon as she had the chance. She looked for some distracting video that could make her dream of something other than the soft touch of the artist. She sighed and settled back to take a nap. What she had done still didn’t fit in her head, even though it was for art and a promising future. She blushed just remembering the night before. Maybe she liked it more than anticipated.
“Need help?” The pigtail girl wanted to know as she observed the detail of some of her sculptures. “They are beautiful.”
“Thank you,” Soyeon continued to remove the boxes in search of her old diaries that she wrote as a child, specifically one. “Huh, what would you like to help me with?”
“Anything,” she replied without losing the detail of the sculpture she was analyzing. She looked at the name. “Why is this sculpture called Sam?”
Soyeon tied her hair while still analyzing the book on her legs. She looked up when the girl’s soft voice was heard in the room.
“Sam?”
Soojin nodded and pointed at the sculpture in front of her. The sculpture of the man was extraordinarily beautiful, with his thin, barely marked torso, polished cheeks, and upturned nose. The clarity of its lines, the contour that looked so smooth to the eye. She wondered if that man existed.
“Ah, SAM. It’s short for its original name.”
“And which one is it?”
“It’s … I found it!” Soyeon quickly scanned the sheets and smiled with excitement when she found the drawing she was looking for. “Now I just need …” she mumbled as she searched for pencils and paper.
The brown-haired girl shrugged and mumbled many things about how messy she was while taking the trouble to clean up her mess. It was the third day that they dedicated themselves to sculpture. Although now it was only empty sketches.
“You know how to draw?” Soyeon asked behind her. Soojin turned and nodded. “Could you draw me something?”
She took the pencils and designed what she asked for. When she finished she blushed red at the sight of Soyeon so proud and almost passed out when the artist leaned in to give her a little kiss on the lips. She didn’t move until she called her.
“Cuore mío, is bellisimo!”
Soojin smiled softly, ignoring the heat on her cheeks. The blue, lead, and yellow colors around the girl seemed to draw itself. The artist was delighted and didn’t stop analyzing it until she began to use a brush to portray it in her painting.
“Didn’t you have to do the sculpture?” asked the younger woman, looking confused as she arranged the drawing.
Soyeon stopped her internal chatter and looked at the white square a little hesitantly.
“I do but …” she put the brush aside before turning, “… but I also like to focus on other things at the same time.”
“But you should finish one first and then go on to the rest, accumulate more ideas, and end up doing nothing in the end.”
Soojin said it without malice and patiently waited for an answer.
She watched as the artist seemed to enter a dilemma before releasing the brushes and nodding to focus on the helpless clay on one side of the room. The brunette felt a little bad for how she spoke so bluntly but as soon as she called her for help, any bad thought was already outside her.
-♥ -
Hardly two weeks had passed when she was already repeating what happened that night at the artist’s house. Soojin seemed more relaxed compared to the first time and even scoffed at seeing her suffer trying to remove her sweater.
“It’s a devil thing,” Soyeon mumbled but sighed in relief when there was only a layer of skin left behind, “I can’t believe you don’t have a little pity for me, cuore.”
But Soojin continued to laugh despite her curses. She nodded and easily helped her undress her, a little flushed. The sighs left her lips as the tickles traveled her body along with the carefully cared lips.
Things happen because they happen, something Soojin never questioned under any circumstances, but the doubts in her mind have been around non-stop since the third time her body was taken by careful hands and lips. It would be that…? Maybe if she …? Miss Jeon would be upset? Maybe her warm blood could motivate her.
She arrived without much effort at the place where she did her work, the room she owned for her artwork inside the arthouse. She didn’t remember it as enlightened as the other times.
“Miss Jeon, I need your help with a draw,” she thought it was rude to show up without greeting her but soon forgot about that.
Soyeon hummed and nodded, still painting.
“Do you want me to do it for you, cuore?”
“No, no. I need to portray feminine beauty and I would like to portray you.”
A little surprised, she turned away from the brushes and picked up the rag next to the paintings. She raised her eyebrows a little and rolled up her dirty sleeves.
“Sure, you want to do it today?”
That was all she needed.
The clothes had fallen around the room and above all else, Soojin was redder than the other times even though she wasn’t the naked one.
“Fine, you can touch whatever you want.”
Compared to the artist’s softness, Soojin’s touches and kisses were awkward and eager, desperate to touch as much as they could. The softness was left behind when she leaned into the only place she hadn’t touched and honestly, she wasn’t going to make the same mistake. Soyeon tensed as she felt pressure on her bottom but the thoughts moved so fast that she found herself wrinkling the sheets beneath her shamelessly. She tried to focus her gaze on the ceiling above her but blurred it every time her body emerged a release. Her voice felt hoarse even without using it for anything but small moans throughout the night.
“I have the impression you lied to me,” Soyeon mused, still breathless, “Am I right?”
Libido’s lips tickled her stomach before bringing her face closer to the curve of her neck.
“You told me I could touch whatever I want.” she reminded her, “I just did what I was told.”
She waited patiently for her to yell at her or say something very bad about it like a curse but only heard something very peculiar. A laugh.
“I will use my words better,” Soyeon concluded stroking her hair, “I wish it would happen again sometime.”
Soojin blushed away from the curve of her neck, a little shy though with the situation in her hands, it was the last behavior she would expect from the college freshman.
“Why red? Don’t you think it should be repeated?” she leaned over her, forgetting that she was still in her naked glory, her short hair had stuck to her forehead from the salty drops. “Or do you just like a notte ama?”
“No-no Miss Jeon only that …” her stutter was adorable and more when she saw her very close to her, “… could you cover yourself?”
Soyeon laughed out loud and shook her head, taking her face with one hand while holding on with the other.
“Cuore, don’t be ashamed of the things you do,” she murmured while still looking her in the eyes, two half-moons observed her back, “It’s not something that many can do, don’t you think? Kissing a girl without being rejected. "
-♥ -
Soojin yawned as she leaned back on the wooden desk, had not started the day off right, and had ignored history class for almost two hours of the teacher’s yelling. Hands gently shook her and she got up almost instantly.
“Professor, I- Miss Jeon? What are you doing here? What about my classmates?” the chestnut rubbed her head with her hand while still looking everywhere, she yawned. “I have slept a lot?”
“Apparently for several hours,” she replied handing her some books, “You forgot this, I thought you would need them.”
“I—” Another yawn interrupted her words, “Thank you.”
“Why haven’t you rested well?” Soyeon wanted to know as they left the door of the university.
“Exams,” she replied simply. Her shoulders were heavier than usual, she had to stop for a while to stand up properly. “I didn’t have to come, I was going to go there after the classes.”
Soojin always had a little trouble getting used to a certain place, even at her university it took almost two months to keep up with the rhythm that overwhelmed her, but for some strange reason, she liked to spend evenings where Miss Jeon even concluded she was learning more art with her than with any of her teachers. She yawned and adjusted her backpack.
“Why don’t you take a break in my apartment? It’s closer than yours.”
She stopped her walk and looked at her a little embarrassed.
“I couldn’t ask you something like that.”
“Here,” Soyeon took her hand and held out her key, “I won’t be there until eleven and if you want to leave before that, you can leave the key on the coffee table.”
She thanked her with a bow and walked quickly to catch the bus, but not before saying goodbye to the artist.
Soyeon opened the door to her apartment while resting her things on one of the coat racks next to the door. She moved her neck a little, even with the memory of being in the same position only to make the base of the sculpture.
“… will she be staying?” she muttered as she searched for any sign that she was not alone in the place. She shrugged as she walked to her room intending to have a good nap. Big was her surprise when she entered her room and found Soojin huddled against a pillow with various papers scattered on the bed and the floor. “Tss, I told her to just sleep.”
She picked up the papers and carefully stored them in her backpack, looked for her pajamas but even bigger was her surprise to find her cuore wearing them. Her panda pajamas had been stolen, she had to find some other option. She used some large sweaters that she had lying around and carefully moved the brown girl to find some space in her occupied bed.
It was not close to going to work, nor was she fully awake nor did she want to get out of bed, but she felt the bed stir so that her body was coupled to the intruder who curled up, making her back fall on her chest.
Soyeon just cuddles against her and pretends that nothing else matters.
-♥ -
“Why don’t you accept that you have fallen in love with me?”
The night was bright for the couple who walked the crowded streets without caring if they were listening. The clear lights on each pole along with the tourist attraction made them stop at almost every place they saw. They had missed the opening time.
“It’s not something I agree with,” Soojin had replied, still taking photos with her phone. “It would almost seem taboo.”
Soyeon grumbled but as soon as she noticed that she was taking pictures of her she put her annoyance aside. They walked under the lanterns without straying too far from each other.
“It is normal to fall in love with someone with whom you spend too much time and we see each other every day for two months, wouldn’t it seem suspicious not to feel anything?” the redhead argued, removing the imperceptible wrinkles from her dress. “It is not something I would be against.”
“I can consider it,” the younger woman agreed and took her wrist when they were close to the place, “Come on! Surely there isn’t that much room for us anymore!”
The few lights that crossed her hair achieved the same feeling as when Soyeon was looking at her while they talked quietly in the park. She looked away when their gazes met.
“Do you think this woman existed?”
They were standing in front of a work of art, a painting from the Renaissance period. The woman detonated an air of finesse and at the same time managed to impress with the beauty that denoted her through a simple painting.
“I don’t think so,” Soyeon murmured, looking at the details on the canvas and the author. “S? Why wouldn’t an artist want to put their name on it?”
Soojin shrugged as she carefully processed the question.
“Maybe it would be a gift for the woman in the painting and just the letter of their name would be more than enough for her to know who they are. Surely they had no plans for anyone else to see it.” the Italian reflected, still looking at her. “She even has air to you.”
She walked away to the next painting without giving her time to respond. Soyeon followed closely.
“That is impossible,” she snapped.
“You both had a similar nose but your eyes were slightly longer than yours. The lips were the same.” Soojin ignored the new paint before them and smirked at her. “Do you want me to tell you something else? I thought you were the consecrated artist.”
The paintings continued under the same author, the same handwriting, the same woman, but they only dedicated themselves to appreciating them under the yellow lights that gently enveloped them.
“I liked it,” Soyeon admitted as they walked through the colorful, lively streets that seemed to create a different environment in the moonlight. “I’m glad I invited you.”
“It is always good to know about art.”
Soojin’s eyes detailed the places she saw, and the familiarity with which she toured them, but there was still something new about them.
“Why did you come to Italy?” The question fell silent on its own. “Greece would have been better at teaching your artistic skills. Even some universities in London or New York.”
“I always wanted to come here and when I managed to enter some universities I decided to assume that Italy was going to be part of me even though there was no genetic trait to support me.”
She was barely a child when she discovered her fervent passion for painting, drawings, and sculptures, and against all odds, she managed to leave her country to face everything new in the Western world. Soyeon didn’t hesitate to do the same if that meant getting to where she was.
“I hope I feel the same way.” Soojin had said without paying attention to how close they were to her apartment. “Will you let me stay?”
“Only if you know how to remove my dress.” she joked without delicacy.
The fabrics were only a hindrance when their lips decided to take charge of the situation. They stopped thinking about art and began to discover art under their clothes. Soyeon always thought that art united people and how right she was.
-♥ -
It was an afternoon that she had nothing to do so she decided to go bother her old friend for coffee. Miyeon looked at her somewhat suspiciously until they both sat at one of the tables separated from the others and there she listened carefully to her story while continuing to nod and mumble small questions assuring her that she was hearing her.
“So you already have a girlfriend?”
Soyeon abruptly stopped her chatter and looked at her with wide eyes.
“Girlfriend?”
Miyeon nodded looking at her somewhat concerned.
“Didn’t you ask her to be your girlfriend?” she asked softly. “From what I see, no.”
“I had to do it?”
At the time the shameless flirting began, it had never occurred to her to ask her correctly to be her girlfriend, and it seemed like Soojin didn’t either. She felt a little ashamed.
“Well of course!” Miyeon exclaimed taking a sip of her coffee, “If you don’t just look like friends with benefits! And I’m not saying it’s wrong but I don’t see you’re looking for that.”
With that in mind, she said goodbye to her friend paying the bill, and with the idea of reaching the university that was located a few blocks from her artistic house, she politely greeted the teachers and looked for the empty classrooms next to the library, where she had recommended being in case she wanted some inspiration. She found Soojin gathering her things.
“Are we girlfriends?” It was what escaped Soyeon’s lips as soon as she saw Soojin a few meters from her.
The younger girl seemed to seriously think about the question, still tidying up the things she turned to the older woman.
“I never really asked myself,” she replied but seeing the discomfort in the artist’s eyes she launched a lifeboat. “Do you want us to be official?”
“I would like to,” Soyeon agreed a little shyly. “I have never had a girlfriend before and I would like it to be special.”
“Okay, I could do something special.” Soojin leaned over her ear, her warm breath barely making the other woman think correctly. “Don’t go to your apartment until 9 pm and you will find a gift.”
“No sex.”
She heard the infectious laugh of her future girlfriend and she laughed too.
“It’s tempting but I don’t have that planned. I’ll see you at 9.”
Soyeon kept drawing and looking for the perfect shape of the contour of her girlfriend’s legs, she could draw them from memory, the remains of Carrara marble were lost in all the places that she was not occupying.
She didn’t notice the time until she almost fell out of her chair. She grabbed her suitcase and phone and ran towards the stairs. With an hour late, it wouldn’t surprise her if she didn’t have a girlfriend by the end of the day.
“Sorry, sorry, cuore mío,” Soyeon exhaled the missing air and couldn’t help but apologize as soon as she tossed her suitcase onto the couch. She held onto her legs before lifting her body up and finally being able to speak without running, “I’m so sorry, cuore. I didn’t see the time.”
“You left me waiting for over an hour,” Soojin looked at her annoyed, and got up from the couch ignoring her calls until they were inside the kitchen. “I tried very hard to make this special and on top of that you’re late.”
“Cuore,” the redhead murmured, coming to hug her from behind, her hands caressing her waist, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t want to spoil this day. If you want, don’t talk to me from tomorrow.”
“And why tomorrow?”
“For this to be our first couple fight, wouldn’t it be great?”
She thought she would be scolded but heard her laugh and let the contained air out. Soon she was already being embraced by the flesh-and-blood figure, the one she tried so hard to imitate with marble.
“So you could call me by my name when you want to yell at me.”
Soojin looked at her with some suspicion but relaxed her shoulders to her liking.
“Instead of arguing we can enjoy the food that my mother has prepared and the dessert that I have made, don’t you think?” she said as she released her. “Besides, I arrived minutes before you did.”
Soyeon looked at her completely offended but hugged her over her sudden annoyance.
“How should I call you?” They had changed into their pajamas because ever since Soyeon realized that her girlfriend loved her panda pajamas and since she had been staying so many times that she already lost count, she just got herself another. “You always tell me cuore but I have nothing for you.”
“Not even with my name?”
Soojin settled the pillow over her head before wrapping her girlfriend in a loving hug. The blankets came down to their waists.
“No, I would like something else …” she murmured stroking her arms, “… how about amore?”
Soyeon nodded in agreement and snuggled as close as possible.
“I like it, maybe it’s about time you stopped calling me Miss Jeon.”
-♥ -
The heartbeat could be heard tapping against her ears, the prison that she had carefully constructed over the years, was now outraged by the girl she had referred to as a girlfriend for a month. Even the music in the room didn’t distract her from looking at her, wanting her, silently begging her to stop torturing her.
“You are perfect,” she said without believing it. She could hear her under the music, her lips very close to her ear, “Your face, your body, every curve you have is magnificent and I still don’t believe that you wanted me for a Perfect model.”
Soyeon gave a small laugh that was quickly stifled when her lips were taken.
“And it’s a crime that no one sees that sculpture in any museum and everyone would envy me if they knew that only I can make love to you in the crudest possible way. And if I’m so lucky, I shouldn’t miss it.”
She sought her lips within all her verbiage. While her tongue was dedicated to tasting the sweet-tasting her fingers unbuttoned button by button the white shirt she was wearing. She separated at the end of her work.
Soojin bit her lower lip. Soyeon has never been a shy person with her body but her brown eyes had darkened to the point of blending into the color of her exposed bra.
“Have you had lunch?” She inquired against her ear while still moving. She felt a slight tremor as the front clasp slipped from her nails. “The only reason I don’t rip your clothes off is that I’m taking my time. But my patience is already running out … "
Soyeon wanted to refuse or say something about it, but she was so focused on how her expensive hands fitted her chest that she could only drown small sounds against her cloth-filled shoulder.
“I’m so hungry,” she murmured against the cradle of her neck and clavicle. Her fingernails itched on the pink surface she had learned to handle skillfully. Her free hand released the first button on her pants. “You little cuore wants something that only you can give her, can I get it?”
Her voice was disgustingly sweet but her gaze illuminated something else. The brown eyes seemed to have been exchanged for eyes overflowing with lust. She was already naked, in ankle-length pants, and Soojin had already ducked by the time she thought of something coherent to say to her. Then her thoughts were gone.
Soojin had been hungry. Since the last time she saw her amore, she had kept a type of voracious hunger, it was not only lusting, she knew it when she discovered the annoyance towards the people who blatantly looked at the cleavage of Soyeon, who seemed to ignore any look and little time then she shut herself up in her study with music blasting. No one told her anything, because the best artist was working.
She took advantage of the fact that her chores for the day had already been done and they asked her for a drawing for the next day. When she knocked on the door, she had the idea of asking her beloved amore for some advice. But as soon as she noticed how the shirt favored showing her bra, some internal fear left and managed to immobilize her against her desk.
The door was closed only them face to face, with Soojin’s leg between her legs and her hands on either side of her hip. She pushed her to the limit when a magnificent muscle came out of her cave and determined to end her delirium she pressed her lips against hers. She now had her under her power, literally nailed beneath her with her back almost mixing with the wooden desk. She trembled when the last knot of her amore broke free and she was a spectator of a delicious mixture of honey. She heard her complain as she felt her lips on her thighs, cleaning every part of her.
She got up after removing the wrinkles from her blue pants with now brown spots. She wanted to laugh when she saw her trying to move but even her arms failed her. She reached for the shirt and bra and helped her sit carefully. Her girlfriend’s eyes were fading at times and she finally laughed when she felt a small kiss on her neck.
“I don’t feel my legs,” Soyeon mumbled over the noise. The music had stopped, and she was mentally grateful when a layer of heat enveloped her already cold breasts. “I don’t feel my breasts”
Soojin stroked the pink buds gently as she slipped on her bra, put on her shirt, and tangled her buttons with one or two less. She turned off the stereo with her dry hands.
“I don’t feel anything, cuore,” she complained as she felt her hands on her inner thighs. “No-no”
“Calm down, I just want to get your underwear on, okay?”
Soyeon breathed easier when the last button of her pants was knotted and now she could feel less cold.
“I can’t believe we made it here,” the blonde whispered, her hands tangled around her waist, preventing her from leaving. “Not that you came for a piece of paper but you ended up fucking me on my desk”
“You look so pretty in that outfit that not having my mouth on you was going to be difficult,” she hummed first and kissed her crown, and her hair, and ordered it as best she could. “I love it when you run wild”
“I didn’t scream so loud”
“Oh amore believe me, if the stereo didn’t exist you wouldn’t have reached the first orgasm”
Soyeon blushed but didn’t want to answer at all.
“Do you think it would be weird for you to date me on your back?”
Soojin pretended to think and shook her head.
“If you tell them that you fell and called me for help, they will surely believe it.” the youngest assured her, stroking her back, “But I came here hours ago, I’m sure they will think exactly what we did.”
The blonde rolled her eyes but nodded to herself. They waited until the majority of people had already left when they decided to go out with the Italian woman carrying her girlfriend on her back.
“Don’t ever do that again,” Soyeon sneered as she was curling up.
Soojin kissed her lips sweetly as she released the buttons, and heard a sigh from her amore.
“Then you shouldn’t be so Bellissima.”
-♥ -
Soyeon was cooking in her apartment like the few times she did, she had decided not to go to work just to give herself the pleasure of being home with nothing but herself and a little sprite.
“Cuore?” she muttered as she looked through the peephole in the door. “What are you doing here, cuore mío?”
“I’m so sorry, I know you wanted to spend this day alone but now I don’t feel well.”
She didn’t hesitate to let her pass and saw her frown as she leaned back in the chair.
Soyeon sighed and sat on the floor next to her sofa.
“Do you want to tell me what happened?”
It was rare to see the shy and smiling Soojin upset about something other than a movie. She took a sip from her glass and caressed her arms with her fingers.
“A teacher,” she gritted her teeth, “He told me to stop skipping classes, that he would pull me off the course. If I attend, why does he even hate me?”
The older woman thought carefully about everything she was saying, trying to find some concrete idea of what she was saying.
“Does Bestucci teach you?”
Soojin sighed and nodded.
“He also told me not to take advantage of the fact that I was your girlfriend. Do you know what he means?”
“Of course I do,” Soyeon snapped instantly with a mischievous smile. “He was my teacher too”
“Really?” From the short distance she had, the older woman could see her clear surprise on the face of her cuore. “And why does he say I will take advantage of you being my girlfriend?”
“Because I know his secrets.”
Soojin placed her back on her elbows and gaped at her, prompting her to say so. Soyeon smirked and set the glass aside.
“He was going out with one of my friends and thanks to her the exams were easier for us. I never complained about that but I thought it was only a passing thing. Apparently, they are for their third child”
“I don’t think the university cares much now,” she continued, “but you shouldn’t listen to him. He thinks his class is a success.”
The atmosphere relaxed when she heard her girlfriend laugh. She left small kisses on her arm before leaning down to her face.
“I was absent from almost all of his classes and he never noticed it,” Soyeon recalled with some nostalgia, “If it weren’t for me getting outstanding in his exams so far he would hate me.”
“Stay the same,” Soojin warned, receiving the kisses with pleasure, “But you still haven’t told me how he knows that you are my girlfriend?”
“I met my friend in one of the coffee shops where I spend so much time and she told me about her life. I suppose she was the one who told him about our relationship. Scusa”
Soojin shook her head and kissed her chin.
“Okay, at least you don’t hate me,” she eased herself in her soft voice close to her ear. “Now can I stay and keep you company?”
-♥ -
On one of their evening dates, after night walks through the parks around the university, they decided to cook at home, the familiarity of their movements encouraged her to kiss her girlfriend until dinner was served, and Soyeon didn’t complain at all.
“I don’t like my career,” Soojin suddenly said when she was barely halfway through dinner.
“I’ve always doubted about art,” she continued without anyone asking, “Even architecture seemed like a good idea but this career seemed easier.”
Soyeon carefully took her hands and made her look at her.
“Then why are you pursuing this career?” She asked softly.
Soojin shrugged.
“My parents. They are both artists and they wanted me to be the one who follows their legacy, they couldn’t force my brothers so I didn’t want to disappoint them ”
“…I don’t even know if I’m great at this. I just know I hate this career.”
Soyeon rose from her seat and circled the table only to wrap her in her arms. Her hands rested on her waist and she kissed her cheek. She knew that now she didn’t need words just baths of physical affection. Soojin was mumbling a little babble that her girlfriend found adorable. She told her about the true dreams that she had, her true passion that she had forgotten when her parents told her that it did not work. Cinema was the only thing she believed in when she was alone. Soyeon’s heart clenched at the sight of her teary eyes and caressed her hair until the breaths became more leisurely, and they decided to have a moment of peace.
Heavily she pulled her blanket around her neck, loosening the grip on her waist slightly.
“Where are you going?”
Soojin half-opened her eyes, as she watched her girlfriend get out of bed.
“I have to clean the kitchen, I can’t leave it dirty, cuore. Can you sleep while I’m not here? ”
“I think so.”
Soyeon smiled at her and adjusted the sheets before leaving the room. It was around ten in the morning when she realized she was still alone in bed. She found the gleaming kitchen and looked everywhere for her girlfriend. She sighed as she shook her head. She found her cowering on the side of the sofa with pencils in hand and a bit of drool on her lips. She shook her a little but only heard groans, rolled up her sleeves, and carried her with a certain lightness despite her skinny arms, everything one did for love.
-♥ -
If everyone saw Soojin the same way she saw her, she was sure that their relationship would not have lasted as long as she wanted, with so many suitors close to her she would have had to post on a giant poster that the beautiful girl already had a girlfriend who loves her and respected her. She wondered how others saw her because just thinking about her, her mind kept describing her as the goddess that Homer narrated in his stories, with which Dante seemed to be in love. Or maybe that is it, she is in love.
Since they’d been together for an hour, Soyeon noticed how her cuore seemed more distracted than usual, even less lively. She took the opportunity to sit astride her cuore’s legs. That visibly had her attention and soon she was already looking at her girlfriend on her.
“What was it you wanted to tell me?”
Soojin smiled and pushed her hair so that it fell free on her back.
“I changed my career”
That was not a big surprise to Soyeon but she didn’t believe that she did.
“My parents hate me a little but I already did before they can tell me anything,” she giggled above her sad eyes. “They don’t understand that I like cinema and that I don’t want to be painters like them. Narrowly did they say that they never wanted to have me”
There were no tears, instead, there was only a very long silence. Soyeon settled a little higher up her thighs and whispered little words to her as her head hid somewhere recurring in her neck. Her hands caressed her back gently, the murmurs became endless. How beautiful she is, how smart she is, how good a friend she is, how adorable, capable, abruptly all the adjectives that Soyeon has never doubted that Soojin is all of them.
The nights were eternal when they were together and that was a point in their favor for their feelings. Maybe there was something she could do to erase that sad look.
“You always have a place here if you want”
Soojin smiled above her miserable thoughts. The glasses rang and behind her amiable smile, there were still so many fears that they were difficult to control. But she put them aside when she accompanied her girlfriend to the living room for an impromptu dance. Laughter sounded all over the place and their lips met at some point.
“Are you going to stay over?” Soyeon murmured against her neck. “Today is Tuesday.”
“You told me I had a place here, amore.”
“You have it but you like to get to your classes early.”
Soojin shrugged.
“But I like spending time with you more.”
-♥ -
Hastened footsteps as she approached the door. Soyeon didn’t make eye contact until her girlfriend’s screech caught her attention. She came down the stairs and put her brushes on one of the stools.
“I have a project!” Soojin hugged her without giving her time to process it. “I was hired as a screenwriter in a movie!”
They both jumped with great joy. Soyeon couldn’t believe it and kissed her hotly, showing her without words how proud she was of her. They parted breathlessly, only there did she notice the dry tears on her cheeks, the older woman rested her hands on the smooth surfaces.
“I have to do it in France and Spain,” she told her without separating one bit.
Soyeon smiled proudly and pressed her cheeks helplessly.
“Let’s get you more clothes”
Soojin left a week later with the emotion overflowing and Soyeon had to push her friends away a bit to give her the last kiss they would have for a while.
“I’m going to make you feel very proud, okay?” Soojin whispered kissing her forehead. “You’re not going to look for another model while I’m gone, right?”
“I have your shape tattooed.” Soyeon stroked her cheeks. “Just win a lot of hearts without forgetting that you already have mine.”
Pictures, and paintings scattered all over the place alert curious eyes that someone was working. It was no accident to find the now dark-haired woman looking for new paintings to complete some sudden work of art. Soyeon was working more than usual now, ever since Soojin dedicated herself to her career as a producer and screenwriter, she was able to dedicate herself full-time to her forgotten paintings and sculptures with a renewed spirit. Unconsciously there was some part in them that reminded her of her adorable cuore.
Some were hidden today like the one on her lower back or just some hidden mole in her paintings that she tended to cover when she realized how red she was. It didn’t take long for her to get back into her old routine, only now she had to take at least an hour out of her entire day to be able to make a video call with her girlfriend. It didn’t go unnoticed by her as the feeling deepened as the months passed even when she revealed it to Soojin on one of her long mornings and was glad to hear that she was not the only one.
Several months passed when the presentation of the film, with which her girlfriend spoke so much love, met the cinemas. She wasn’t surprised that critics loved her, even she was surprised with her production talent just being a rookie, even the public was shocked. She could hear all the compliments when she came out of the cinema. She congratulated her girlfriend as soon as she was able to communicate with her.
“And when will you return?” Soyeon asked with a yawn.
Soojin seemed to be singing an English song.
“They actually called me to shoot another movie because they liked my job. I’m going to L.A. early tomorrow.”
“Oh …” despite being in complete agreement and also proud of everything her girlfriend was achieving, that didn’t stop her from feeling a small emptiness in her chest. “… and when will you come to see me?”
“As soon as I can,” she assured her, “Happy anniversary, love. I won’t be able to call you next week because filming begins, so I wanted to congratulate you on continuing to love me for all these years. Are you still doing the sculpture?”
“I am close to finishing it,” Soyeon adjusted her pillows and snuggled into the covers. “… are you still winning hearts?”
“I guess …” Soojin seemed to feel how tired she was and she wasn’t far from it, “… but I still have yours, with this I have more than enough.”
She promised that she would call her by the first week of the following month and Soyeon reluctantly accepted it. The real problem was that she never called. Their conversations disappeared. There were no longer night calls and although she tried to call her several times from her new phone, no one answered. She decided not to give it a lot of thought and focus on her art, although when she got home, she still yearned to see her lying on the couch, with one arm over her eyes as if she couldn’t tolerate the light but never bothered to turn it off. The routines just stopped just like everything else.
“Good job, Soyeon”
Soyeon achieved what she didn’t feel so long ago, the pleasure of doing what she liked and being recognized for it. Months after she lost full contact with her girlfriend she made sure to finish her works and promote them in the best possible way. Most of them worked and now she was in Greece, after a tour of several countries in Europe, arranging her paintings for the opening of the presentation of her art in each corner of the museum. She was proud, the tears turned to laughter when Miyeon took her to have some Korean food.
“Can you believe that no one here eats kimchi because it is so spicy?” Miyeon mumbled as she sat at one of the tables far from the place. “They call themselves a Korean restaurant but don’t have kimchi, that’s blasphemous for my culture!”
Soyeon was laughing out loud with a nod.
“They shouldn’t at least try to pretend to be Korean, I ran into a Japanese pretending our accent!”
If their screams were barely acceptable before, now they should ignore the screams of the other diners. Despite everything, the evening was unforgettable with several secrets involved. They managed to return to their hotel rooms in the middle of the night with the alcohol in their blood. All she knew was that Miyeon was now knowing her new wife.
It was the opening day. It was April 29. The paintings and lights were the way she wanted, everything perfectly calculated. She had continued to receive praise for her work and had continued to smile left and right for everyone. She adjusted her white jacket and approached the small group near one of her favorite statues.
“The pictures and the sculpture is beautiful” another boy exclaimed. The flattery continued to revolve around her and her work. Soyeon was content with that but something was missing anyway.
“The work is beautiful but never more than the artist.”
And that was the most unexpected way she wanted to find her.
Soyeon found her brown eyes and nearly gasped. There was no feeling other than the love she always found when she got to her apartment and found her doing some work at the living room table. There was nothing but mixed feelings under the layer of ambiguity in which they were living. Her eyes dropped and she almost fell into a heart attack, the same outfit she had chosen for that night was eerily similar to the one her cuore decided to present herself in front of her.
“Nice outfit,” Soojin smirked showing the awkward dimple. “Can we go to a more private place?”
She didn’t refuse but didn’t attach herself to accompanying her. With some trepidation, her hand was taken and her fingers intertwined, as she dragged her out of the crowded room that admired her work. The park lights, and the colors illuminated the night, Soyeon can feel colors in her cheeks.
“I owe you an explanation and I want you to have it but can you at least look at me?”
Her confused gaze met hers. Soojin with less weight in her heart narrated what she lost in the last two years. Her phone had been stolen while she was walking at night in a neighborhood in New York and when she wanted to call, she was out of service (Soyeon explained in a low voice that her phone had been lost along with her luggage and when she wanted to have the number again they had already taken it), she explained that she called the university and all the possible places to contact her, she even spoke to her mother to help her find her, but it was all in vain. She eventually let it go and spent the past year trying to find more stories in herself. It was not a long-term problem.
When she arrived in Greece, she was surprised that she was the most successful artist and recognized her for sculpture. After several attempts, she managed to contact Miss Cho to ask her how true that was and if she could tell her more details about it.
“I hope you like my outfit,” Soojin commented scratching her head shyly. “I didn’t know if you were going to tell me something to come with matching outfits without telling you”
“It would never bother me,” the older woman finally replied. A smile appeared on her lips. “I guess you still have good taste.”
“Still in love with you is more than good taste.”
They fell silent, only the sound of the conversations behind them working on stage. Soyeon vaguely recalled all the names she placed on each painting in honor of some essential part of Soojin. Hands under the sheets, The face of true love … an infinity that she didn’t even remember how it started.
“Amore?”
Her heart melted when she found herself at a close distance from her. Their lips were so close but it would never be enough.
“I don’t remember the taste of your lips, can I taste them again?”
“It’s the only thing I couldn’t deny you.”
Soyeon smiled when her lips were inches away and the adorable smile when her lips whispered. She stroked her lips with attachment, affection, and all the mixed feelings that had been killing them by not being able to be together. Sometimes eternities can last seconds when together and last a lifetime when apart. The lights barely managed to shine as brightly as the two half-moon orbs that were so close to her—the eyes of love.
“You still taste like cinnamon and honey,” Soojin murmured as she hugged her through the cloth, her cold hands wreaking havoc on her spine, “and as beautiful as good wine. Years never pass, do you?”
The dark-haired woman barely laughed against her neck, drawing with her lips the imaginary circles that over time were not lost. Her heartbeats were music to her ears and she tightened her grip when she felt her walk away.
“I won’t go again,” the light-eyed girl assured her, without letting go, “I’m just going to talk to my manager to change hotels to go to yours.”
“Right …” Soyeon turned her body just to rescue a piece with her hands, “… I hope the white dress you wear matches mine.”
So without further ado, she left without winking and reminding her that they were in Greece, her sighs drowned in an unexpected gasp. Her hands held the apple tightly, and Soyeon smiled above the burning of her tears.
A gold ring would be a great addition to any outfit.
♥ Don’t you realize, devil, that you are as beautiful as an angel?♥