Jung Hoseok
After a shower under roses you sit on your low black leather sofa. Your hair perfectly lined in bobs to keep your curls. Her silk nightgown, dyed in burgundy, seemed to slide across the smooth fabric of the leather. You just stand up to reach the table in front of you illuminated by a low, yellowish light. You take a glass from the table and pour yourself a generous amount of wine, and with each sip, your red lipstick marks the glass a little more, leaving a perfect mark there. You look to the side, at that giant glass wall and enjoy still sitting the hectic movement of the big city well lit with lights and cars. The buildings were tall, but you can see their top without difficulties thanks to the view provided from their roof. You detach yourself from this vision and turn your attention to the table. Picking up the remote of the big TV in front of you, you look for something that can entertain you tonight. The sound of the landline phone makes your gaze look away from the screen.
About Jung Hoseok
After a shower under roses you sit on your low black leather sofa. Your hair perfectly lined in bobs to keep your curls. Her silk nightgown, dyed in burgundy, seemed to slide across the smooth fabric of the leather. You just stand up to reach the table in front of you illuminated by a low, yellowish light. You take a glass from the table and pou...Read more