She doesn't understand what's going on with him. The braids, the curls, the random dancing. 

Drugs? 

?

It baffles her mind. How could her precious Young-bae be experimenting? Especially when it's not with her. 

And that Lydia, she thought, bad influence!!!

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"You're ridiculous."

"Really."

"Yes."

"You hardly complain other days."

"Because we're not in public."

He closes in on her. "Shh," he smirks.

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Is that a hickey?! She screams.

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"Bae," she moans, "mhmm." She pants, biting down on her lip, fingers digging into his shoulder, hand grabbing the sheets. "Baee."

He on her neck, ing faster than before. He could feel her walls clenching, her breathing hoarse, her back arching.

"."

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Walking down the street, she never paid much attention to her surroundings. She strolls, takes pictures, and sits at the cafe that doesn't have much people. 

She pulls out a magazine, and skims through all pages one by one. 

Her neighboring fellow coughs, and she paid no mind to it.

He coughs again, and she sighs. 

He coughts another time, and she finally looks over to him. 

Neon beaning with soul by ludacris headphone