[1/10] Implied Consent
I'm really surprised to be motivated for writing this fic. Also I am a bit surprised at the news for Taec and Jessica, lol r u srs bb? Regardless, if it is true, I would probably jump ship to YulTi or YoonYul. lol. And if Yuri is dating someone, I'll stop writing fics jk. Who knows, idk let's not go to that. Anyhoo, here's update 1, I am hoping that Yulsic won't be coming to an end in the next few days just like what happened to JongSica lol. Then again, honestly they're people too. So I guess it's fine for them to be dating lol.
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Selca 1: Seobang.
You reach for your phone as you hear its annoying ring for the past two minutes. As much as you would like to lie down and sleep for five minutes more, you feel compelled to wake up and grind your daily dose of ma juice. You stretch out a little bit while you smile at the fact that today is going to be another leisurely spent day.
You sneak out of your room, looking at the empty bed beside you. You are in your future dorm with the people you will be debuting within the next few months and luckily for you, you have already secured your spot to be in the next girl group that will be announced to the public in the coming six months.
The refrigerator makes an odd sound before you open it but you pay no attention since you are already late for your morning walk. You put your ma in the blender and you start to blend it into a thick juice. Then you heat the frying pan, carefully adding oil onto the hot metal, and then cracking two eggs as you make her breakfast.
You smile at the thought of her.
It has been a good week ever since her confession and you are happy with her bold confession. You are proud of your ownership of her at present. You yourself know, that you cannot return the same feelings to her but you openly accept her notions of affection for you. To you, she is someone you have high respect for, as you have trained with her in the past. You think about her, and how vulnerable she looked when she told you she loved you, as if you would reject her. You recalled the moment you shared with her in the same place where you are now, Acting as someone highly curious about life, and what it can offer you.
You then put your well made eggs on a plate and you resume your train of thought. You then state to yourself that you are merely accepting her love, but you know you that cannot return the same ones back. It is not because of some external force that is stopping you from doing so, but rather, it is because you do not know how that emotion of love truly feels.
“Sica, your food is on the table.” You knock on her door before going to the shoe rack. You know well that she did not hear you but you do it in the defense of the excuse, “At least I tried.”
The morning mist greets you from the outside, and from how the birds are chirping and the sun is shining, you automatically assume that it will be another laid back day.
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2:18 P.M.
You look at your timepiece while you wait on the couch for her. For the past few days, you have been under her care as you lazily spend your leisure time. You could have been going out with old friends instead of you lying down leisurely, or maybe meet up with your close friends to “catch up”. The deadbolt clicks your thinking is then interrupted. You sit up from your position to see who it is and you are completely satisfied with who you see. It is her, wearing a white blouse looking like she just came back from doing office work. You then give a warm smile as your welcome.
“Sorry I’m late.” She tells you while removing her heels.
“It’s okay.” You say to her back.
“I’m going to change.”
“Okay.”
You look at your watch again in anticipation for her. Everyone else that you are sharing the dorm with are doing as much as they can, utilizing the time that they would never have again because they would also debut around the same time as you. You then look at the minute hand of your watch, and you pout at the time which is slipping away from you.
She then arrives in front of the couch, urging you to move to make room for her, and suddenly you feel that all your lost time has just been retained.
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You blur your vision as you start to fall asleep from her caress. You are lying on her lap with one of your hands over your head, playfully holding hers.
“I want to buy that when I go to America soon.” She says to you, indicating the lip gloss from the infomercial that just ended.
Somehow, you wish that you could spend your lazy afternoons like this every single day.
“Buy me one too.” You say back to her, as you try to keep the conversation alive.
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You notice her look at your body every once in a while through stolen glances. You catch her just in time and she looks away with her face red as a tomato. You then smirk as you show more powerful moves while you do your routine. You end it with a wave that is supposed to make the crowd wild for you and as the music fades, you make your way to her.
She shyly offers you a towel, but instead you lift your head and she understands the signal. She wipes beads of sweat from your face and then sliding the towel down to your neck, while she is completely engrossed in the task. She goes down to your shoulders and she blushes more. Then unexpectingly, she greets you with a hug.
“I’m sweaty.”
“I know.” She says, and you still are not sure if she is shy around you or just acting to make herself look irresistible. You leave the question lingering in your head but you know that all that matters to you right now is the situation both of you are in. You like the interaction because you understand that your bodies attract each other like magnets when you two are alone. You hug her back, smelling her mango perfume. On a warm August afternoon, what more can you ask for?
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She fidgets with her hands and you take the ladle from the small plate that it has been set on. Today is Friday, also known as “Judgment Day” for her. Lately, you have been teaching her how to cook but you feel like it is a lost cause as you always the results the same. But just like the previous times, you find her adorable because of how she tries her hardest, although she obviously cannot cook. You then suddenly remember how in the past times she has always ended up making the kitchen a mess. You were always the one that cleaned it. You never minded because seeing her do it was like seeing her look more and more like a hot mess. Cleaning only took half the effort of seeing her as eye candy and all the mess she has made is nothing but organized clutter to you.
“Needs more salt and it will be perfect.” You smile as you notice the improvement in her cooking, although it would only be you that could tell the difference.
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You end your nights by seeing her come out of the shower and you often feel a little bit dismayed. You could have been the one that washed her hair, applied shower gel on her body, and best of all, you could have been the one that was touching all the right places.
“Goodnight Yuri.” She says before exposing her bare back at you. As much as you want to want to rush to her and do things that only a lover can do, you clench your fist as you restrain yourself. People of your past regarded you as a player, and some as a beast, especially when it came to the bedroom. But you know that Jessica is different from all of those people you have been with. You see her as a friend, a best friend, that you have a good friendship with. You swallow hard while resisting the temptation in front of you.
“Goodnight.” You say while turning to the opposite way. You close your eyes as you arrive in your room. Finally, you lie on your bed and you relax.
You mentally curse at yourself at the fact that she makes you feel lonely in bed.
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Selca 1: Seobang.
You reach for your phone as you hear its annoying ring for the past two minutes. As much as you would like to lie down and sleep for five minutes more, you feel compelled to wake up and grind your daily dose of ma juice. You stretch out a little bit while you smile at the fact that today is going to be another leisurely spent day.
You sneak out of your room, looking at the empty bed beside you. You are in your future dorm with the people you will be debuting within the next few months and luckily for you, you have already secured your spot to be in the next girl group that will be announced to the public in the coming six months.
The refrigerator makes an odd sound before you open it but you pay no attention since you are already late for your morning walk. You put your ma in the blender and you start to blend it into a thick juice. Then you heat the frying pan, carefully adding oil onto the hot metal, and then cracking two eggs as you make her breakfast.
You smile at the thought of her.
It has been a good week ever since her confession and you are happy with her bold confession. You are proud of your ownership of her at present. You yourself know, that you cannot return the same feelings to her but you openly accept her notions of affection for you. To you, she is someone you have high respect for, as you have trained with her in the past. You think about her, and how vulnerable she looked when she told you she loved you, as if you would reject her. You recalled the moment you shared with her in the same place where you are now, Acting as someone highly curious about life, and what it can offer you.
You then put your well made eggs on a plate and you resume your train of thought. You then state to yourself that you are merely accepting her love, but you know you that cannot return the same ones back. It is not because of some external force that is stopping you from doing so, but rather, it is because you do not know how that emotion of love truly feels.
“Sica, your food is on the table.” You knock on her door before going to the shoe rack. You know well that she did not hear you but you do it in the defense of the excuse, “At least I tried.”
The morning mist greets you from the outside, and from how the birds are chirping and the sun is shining, you automatically assume that it will be another laid back day.
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2:18 P.M.
You look at your timepiece while you wait on the couch for her. For the past few days, you have been under her care as you lazily spend your leisure time. You could have been going out with old friends instead of you lying down leisurely, or maybe meet up with your close friends to “catch up”. The deadbolt clicks your thinking is then interrupted. You sit up from your position to see who it is and you are completely satisfied with who you see. It is her, wearing a white blouse looking like she just came back from doing office work. You then give a warm smile as your welcome.
“Sorry I’m late.” She tells you while removing her heels.
“It’s okay.” You say to her back.
“I’m going to change.”
“Okay.”
You look at your watch again in anticipation for her. Everyone else that you are sharing the dorm with are doing as much as they can, utilizing the time that they would never have again because they would also debut around the same time as you. You then look at the minute hand of your watch, and you pout at the time which is slipping away from you.
She then arrives in front of the couch, urging you to move to make room for her, and suddenly you feel that all your lost time has just been retained.
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You blur your vision as you start to fall asleep from her caress. You are lying on her lap with one of your hands over your head, playfully holding hers.
“I want to buy that when I go to America soon.” She says to you, indicating the lip gloss from the infomercial that just ended.
Somehow, you wish that you could spend your lazy afternoons like this every single day.
“Buy me one too.” You say back to her, as you try to keep the conversation alive.
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You notice her look at your body every once in a while through stolen glances. You catch her just in time and she looks away with her face red as a tomato. You then smirk as you show more powerful moves while you do your routine. You end it with a wave that is supposed to make the crowd wild for you and as the music fades, you make your way to her.
She shyly offers you a towel, but instead you lift your head and she understands the signal. She wipes beads of sweat from your face and then sliding the towel down to your neck, while she is completely engrossed in the task. She goes down to your shoulders and she blushes more. Then unexpectingly, she greets you with a hug.
“I’m sweaty.”
“I know.” She says, and you still are not sure if she is shy around you or just acting to make herself look irresistible. You leave the question lingering in your head but you know that all that matters to you right now is the situation both of you are in. You like the interaction because you understand that your bodies attract each other like magnets when you two are alone. You hug her back, smelling her mango perfume. On a warm August afternoon, what more can you ask for?
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She fidgets with her hands and you take the ladle from the small plate that it has been set on. Today is Friday, also known as “Judgment Day” for her. Lately, you have been teaching her how to cook but you feel like it is a lost cause as you always the results the same. But just like the previous times, you find her adorable because of how she tries her hardest, although she obviously cannot cook. You then suddenly remember how in the past times she has always ended up making the kitchen a mess. You were always the one that cleaned it. You never minded because seeing her do it was like seeing her look more and more like a hot mess. Cleaning only took half the effort of seeing her as eye candy and all the mess she has made is nothing but organized clutter to you.
“Needs more salt and it will be perfect.” You smile as you notice the improvement in her cooking, although it would only be you that could tell the difference.
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You end your nights by seeing her come out of the shower and you often feel a little bit dismayed. You could have been the one that washed her hair, applied shower gel on her body, and best of all, you could have been the one that was touching all the right places.
“Goodnight Yuri.” She says before exposing her bare back at you. As much as you want to want to rush to her and do things that only a lover can do, you clench your fist as you restrain yourself. People of your past regarded you as a player, and some as a beast, especially when it came to the bedroom. But you know that Jessica is different from all of those people you have been with. You see her as a friend, a best friend, that you have a good friendship with. You swallow hard while resisting the temptation in front of you.
“Goodnight.” You say while turning to the opposite way. You close your eyes as you arrive in your room. Finally, you lie on your bed and you relax.
You mentally curse at yourself at the fact that she makes you feel lonely in bed.
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