Chapter #5Crazy over Jisoo by: Juliet   Strokes of rainwater flowed into rivulets of coalescent crystal streams feeding the beck pooled at your windowsill. Ambient plip-plops barraging at the glass pane were an idle distraction amidst the exhausted sigh of an overcast day. Chin in hand you peered at the horizon, daydreaming.
An apparition of a giant woman stepped over the buildings scraping the skyline. A tower rumbled and split at the middle, stone foundation erupting into plumes of smoke as a foot meteorically descended onto the cityscape around it. Your eyes traced upward, imagining the visage of the current object of your affection: Kim Jisoo. The fantastical vision of her approaching your apartment, every footstep leaving a crater of flaming debris as she bent toward this very window and reached out to obliterate you where you stood melted from the painterly image in your brain into neurologically stimulating waves of subconscious pleasure and your heart lurched with a sick sense of desire.
With your other hand you pinched the bridge of your nose; the two fingers spread until your palm bent your nose and ran up your cheeks so that you could cover your eyes and massage your temples. A cold breeze drew a shudder from you so you exhaled and split your fingers, watching through fragments a wisp of subliming vapor drift up and away, feeling irregularly distant. Why was it so cold?
You leaned away from the window and looked around yourself. Although it still rained, the city was replaced with a new sight: rising buildings that were unfamiliar. The window no longer was cross-sectioned by wooden borders, it was an enormous sheet that towered high above and to your left and right. The ground was white and behind you a terrifying drop into nothing. Focusing your eyes, your new environment immediately took you aback.
This wasn’t your apartment at all. You were sat on the windowsill of an anonymous bedroom, a small and cozy space you were left alone in. The walls were scantly decorated with posters for video game franchises and a few films you recognized, but they were lettered in Hangul. The bed directly below you was unmade and twisted bedsheets stood tall like mountain ranges. It was evident now that you had shrunken.
What? Talk about deluded fantasies; you pinched your arm until you squealed like a pig to confirm this new reality. Perhaps through divine intervention, or an ESP-induced transposition of thought and form, you’d become a speck-sized pilgrim posted to a wooden platform like a mote of dust. Quick to catch on, you observed that wherever you were, it was in South Korea. Your thoughts ran together faster and faster… if you’d so readily been delivered to Seoul, then could this be the room of…
A door engraved in the furthest corner flew open, the air around it so quickly disturbed it accompanied the shrill creaking with a whoomp. Through the doorway stepped in Jisoo, your muse turned goddess, dressed in soaked casualwear that suggested she’d been caught in the rain. Her thin hand brushed a wet lock of hair behind her ear, exposing her beautiful brown eyes. The blue overcasted skylights cast through her windows illuminated her bright complexion. Even as she peeled off her wet jacket and sighed tiredly, the idol was the exact image of an angel you’d imagined her as.
“Ji- Jisoo!,” you called out, begging for her attention to live out the fantasies you’d already crafted within seconds of seeing her. Your pathetic little squeaking would obviously not carry to her ears, and she seemed to show no signs of noticing you even when she briefly turned to watch the rainfall outside. If you had less sense, you’d throw yourself onto her bed and chase after her now.
Instead you began to navigate along the wooden strip and make it to the safer bedpost you could leap toward. As you approached the canyon a rustling caught your attention and the source left you in stunned silence. Jisoo’s arms crossed at her midsection and tugged at the bottom of her shirt, pulling the fabric upward and inverting it as the wet garment slid from her body. You followed the motion and watched it eclipse from her bare midriff to her collarbones, the thin idol’s delicate skin beautifully ridged by her expanding ribcage. When she tossed the shirt aside, your eyes fixated on her petite breasts and watched as she reached behind herself to unhook her white bra. As it fell away from her your eyes widened and took in the sight of the slight mounds set roundly on her chest. You put a hand to your sternum and heard yourself whimper.
She turned to her wardrobe and ruffled through disorganized articles of clothing before pulling out a grey tank top. You remained motionless, adoring the swaying of her body and craning your head to follow her naked chest until she pulled the top over herself. When she finally finished redressing and made her way to her computer chair, you leapt toward her bedpost without hesitation and began a trek toward the idol, no longer with any regard for yourself or thoughts other than being closer to the celebrity.
Now dashing across bedsheets, tripping over yourself and gasping for air, you imagined what could happen if only she were to find you… but even the idea of living at her feet like an insect felt a higher honor than the life of mundanity you were so quickly throwing behind you. As your distance from the window grew, so too did your connection to everything you’d left behind to live, or die, for this idol-made-goddess.
What a day. For both of you, of course, but Jisoo was relieved to be out of the wet clothes and back home. She clicked and typed away at her desktop, logging into a library of games and scrolling through them. Still scanning the options, she leaned to the side and opened a fridge beneath her desk to grab a beer. Two clicks to fire up a game coincided with her other hand cracking the can open. She sipped and leaned back and waited for the game to load.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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