Seven Deadly Sins: Sloth
SLOTH: This sin means not making it a priority to do what we should, or change what we should in ourselves. Some people might call it apathy, which means a lack of feeling.
The next few months passed by hazzily. She would wait for him after his class and then they will have lunch together with some of their friends. Weekends are normally passed where they would spend time hanging out with each other or with his posse and their girlfriends. Other times are spent memorizing each and every nook or cranny of their bodies.
Even though, they are together in every sense, Hyun sometimes feel that Yong has an emotional wall erected. There are times when they are in the club and girls will still try their luck with him and he still entertains them. Or he will get her to go home with her friends if she don’t feel like staying instead of him stopping whatever he is doing and take her himself. It feels like he is doing things to his own convenient at times. It pissed her off no doubt but then he will come back to her and she will forget everything.
Despite everything, he faithfully picks her up and from university. He unconciously would pick out the green beas from the chicken chop sauce because he knows she does not like it. He would always orders jasmine green tea with a dash of honey because he knows she don’t take coffee. He would shrug whenever she exclaimed her surprise to see him lounging around the library late at night waiting for her even though she knows he hates the library. It is things like those that makes her forget how much of an asshole he can be sometimes.
That one afternoon, Hyun halted uncertainly, her heart tripping over itself in its efforts to keep up with her hammering pulse. It was what she saw that was making her heart race and causing the blood to rush madly through her veins. It wasn’t fair that a man should be able to make her heart kick over and her pulse quicken and other intimate parts of her body tingle with the mere awareness of him. Said man was just was sitting under a tree, resting from a tough day of exam and just like that Seo Joo Hyun deduced that she has truly fell for him.
Their gazes met. And held. And held some more. And just like that, he knew.
It was five hours later when Yong knock on her door and he was two and half hours late for their dinner date. He knew that no matter what she will forgive him, so being late for their dinner date is no big deal. He is certain that he don’t love her. She is a girl that he can’t get enough of for now that is why she seem to last longer than any other girl.
If he loved her, would he have shamelessly chatted up that sweet looking girl called Sulli, if he remembers correctly; at his communications class today? Would he have let that same girl write her phone number across his arm so that Hyun might notice? Then again if he loved her, he would have tried to wash the ink off, at the very least. But he didn’t love her, so instead he rolled his sleeves up so that anyone could see the numbers punctuated by a slightly distorted smiley face.
But most of all, if he loved her, then certainly he wouldn't have had the nerve to show up at her doorstep two and half hours late for their dinner date with neither an excuse nor a drop of remorse. Yet there he was, knocking at the door to her apartment, smirk firmly in place.
Only she wasn't answering the door. What was her problem? It was a good thing he didn't love her, because if he did, he'd be mighty hurt that she wasn't letting him in. He rapped at the door again, his hands coming down heavily in annoyance. Still no answer. He knew she was there, blast it.
"I'm going to knock down this blasted door if you don't open up!"
He finally shouted in frustration, and wanted to kick himself after the words escaped his lips. The door was flung open and there she stood.
Her slender figure was emphasised by her silk dress: an elegant, floor-length navy sheath that moulded her breasts and skimmed her flat stomach and the gentle curve of her hips. Her delicate face was dominated by huge eyes, although he could not make out their colour from this distance, and her mouth was wide and full and deliciously tempting, coated in a pale pink gloss. Her hair falling around her shoulders like curtain of silk.
"Okay, so this is getting really old. You're like two and a half hours late and I really don't want to see you right now so unless your sick uncle who died two weeks ago and came back to life last week so you could visit him in the hospital and miss our dinner date...died again, I suggest you leave. Actually, even if he did die again, I want you to leave. My God, I'm serious, if you don't stop staring at me like that I will . . ."
"Sorry." he interrupted smoothly, but his voice was hoarser and softer than he intended.
In two strides he was at her side and then he slid his arm around her shoulders, lowered his head and claimed her mouth. Hyun gasped at the first butterfly-soft brush of his mouth on hers, and he took advantage of her parted lips, his tongue delving between them as he deepened the kiss in a sensual exploration that left her shaken and longing for more.
He pushed forward slightly and they fall onto the sofa. And when he pressed kisses along her jawline and licked the edge of her ear, her tiny gasps sent his heart into overdrive.
Her skin was petal soft. And warm. Now her skin was hot satin beneath his fingers. He almost couldn’t get her dress off. They might have been tangled in it forever if she hadn’t finished unfastening the buttons and skimmed it away, then pressed closer to him. He stroked and kissed, nibbled and touched. Her small breasts were perfectly held in the scrap of leopard-printed lace that was her bra. His favorite, he notes.
He backed off, pulled away to take deep harsh breaths, to regain control. He dropped his head so that his hair brushed against her breasts, so that his mouth was barely more than an inch from her navel.
He felt her fingers in his hair, gripping, tugging. “What?” he muttered.
“Y-you’re breathing.”
An anguished laugh made it past his lips. “Barely.”
“On me,” she whispered, as if the feel of his hot breath shocked her.
Hyun feel light headed, her heart beating so fast that she was sure he must feel it thudding against his chest.
She shook herself. “Sorry. Staring. Lusting.”
To her horror, the last word slid out before she could stop it.
He laughed. “Over the ceiling?”
“Or...” his voice dropped an octave, grew husky with promise “over me?”
Over him. Definitely over him.
“You know you can’t always just say sorry for every single time you screw up.”
Trying to distract her, he continued his assault on her, going lower and lower.
“My parents want to meet you ...” He stopped abruptly and his face grew shuttered, “...this weekend.”
“I don’t do parents.”
“I want you to be there.”
“Whatever.”
But whatever discussion was forgotten for the night, as his lips descends on hers.
On the said important night, a night where all Hyun’s family gather together for her grandma’s birthday, he was unreachable. Hers are your typical happy, loving type of family.
He did not turn up as promised. For the first time since they are together, she felt like her heart is rip into two. This wasn't the first time he had stood her up, he'd done it a few times before, but she'd always just waved it away. However he knew how important this was to her, how much it hurt her.
And yet he wasn't here.
Note: Thank you for all your comments. I truly appreciate every single comment even though my reply maybe just a short one. Honestly, this is one of the harder one to write for sloth is normally associated with laziness but managed to find another meaning to it that suits the series more. Hopefully this is ok, enjoy!
RE-EDITED: By popular demand, I have posted back the closes version to the original version. Again thanks for reading.
The next few months passed by hazzily. She would wait for him after his class and then they will have lunch together with some of their friends. Weekends are normally passed where they would spend time hanging out with each other or with his posse and their girlfriends. Other times are spent memorizing each and every nook or cranny of their bodies.
Even though, they are together in every sense, Hyun sometimes feel that Yong has an emotional wall erected. There are times when they are in the club and girls will still try their luck with him and he still entertains them. Or he will get her to go home with her friends if she don’t feel like staying instead of him stopping whatever he is doing and take her himself. It feels like he is doing things to his own convenient at times. It pissed her off no doubt but then he will come back to her and she will forget everything.
Despite everything, he faithfully picks her up and from university. He unconciously would pick out the green beas from the chicken chop sauce because he knows she does not like it. He would always orders jasmine green tea with a dash of honey because he knows she don’t take coffee. He would shrug whenever she exclaimed her surprise to see him lounging around the library late at night waiting for her even though she knows he hates the library. It is things like those that makes her forget how much of an asshole he can be sometimes.
That one afternoon, Hyun halted uncertainly, her heart tripping over itself in its efforts to keep up with her hammering pulse. It was what she saw that was making her heart race and causing the blood to rush madly through her veins. It wasn’t fair that a man should be able to make her heart kick over and her pulse quicken and other intimate parts of her body tingle with the mere awareness of him. Said man was just was sitting under a tree, resting from a tough day of exam and just like that Seo Joo Hyun deduced that she has truly fell for him.
Their gazes met. And held. And held some more. And just like that, he knew.
It was five hours later when Yong knock on her door and he was two and half hours late for their dinner date. He knew that no matter what she will forgive him, so being late for their dinner date is no big deal. He is certain that he don’t love her. She is a girl that he can’t get enough of for now that is why she seem to last longer than any other girl.
If he loved her, would he have shamelessly chatted up that sweet looking girl called Sulli, if he remembers correctly; at his communications class today? Would he have let that same girl write her phone number across his arm so that Hyun might notice? Then again if he loved her, he would have tried to wash the ink off, at the very least. But he didn’t love her, so instead he rolled his sleeves up so that anyone could see the numbers punctuated by a slightly distorted smiley face.
But most of all, if he loved her, then certainly he wouldn't have had the nerve to show up at her doorstep two and half hours late for their dinner date with neither an excuse nor a drop of remorse. Yet there he was, knocking at the door to her apartment, smirk firmly in place.
Only she wasn't answering the door. What was her problem? It was a good thing he didn't love her, because if he did, he'd be mighty hurt that she wasn't letting him in. He rapped at the door again, his hands coming down heavily in annoyance. Still no answer. He knew she was there, blast it.
"I'm going to knock down this blasted door if you don't open up!"
He finally shouted in frustration, and wanted to kick himself after the words escaped his lips. The door was flung open and there she stood.
Her slender figure was emphasised by her silk dress: an elegant, floor-length navy sheath that moulded her breasts and skimmed her flat stomach and the gentle curve of her hips. Her delicate face was dominated by huge eyes, although he could not make out their colour from this distance, and her mouth was wide and full and deliciously tempting, coated in a pale pink gloss. Her hair falling around her shoulders like curtain of silk.
"Okay, so this is getting really old. You're like two and a half hours late and I really don't want to see you right now so unless your sick uncle who died two weeks ago and came back to life last week so you could visit him in the hospital and miss our dinner date...died again, I suggest you leave. Actually, even if he did die again, I want you to leave. My God, I'm serious, if you don't stop staring at me like that I will . . ."
"Sorry." he interrupted smoothly, but his voice was hoarser and softer than he intended.
In two strides he was at her side and then he slid his arm around her shoulders, lowered his head and claimed her mouth. Hyun gasped at the first butterfly-soft brush of his mouth on hers, and he took advantage of her parted lips, his tongue delving between them as he deepened the kiss in a sensual exploration that left her shaken and longing for more.
He pushed forward slightly and they fall onto the sofa. And when he pressed kisses along her jawline and licked the edge of her ear, her tiny gasps sent his heart into overdrive.
Her skin was petal soft. And warm. Now her skin was hot satin beneath his fingers. He almost couldn’t get her dress off. They might have been tangled in it forever if she hadn’t finished unfastening the buttons and skimmed it away, then pressed closer to him. He stroked and kissed, nibbled and touched. Her small breasts were perfectly held in the scrap of leopard-printed lace that was her bra. His favorite, he notes.
He backed off, pulled away to take deep harsh breaths, to regain control. He dropped his head so that his hair brushed against her breasts, so that his mouth was barely more than an inch from her navel.
He felt her fingers in his hair, gripping, tugging. “What?” he muttered.
“Y-you’re breathing.”
An anguished laugh made it past his lips. “Barely.”
“On me,” she whispered, as if the feel of his hot breath shocked her.
Hyun feel light headed, her heart beating so fast that she was sure he must feel it thudding against his chest.
She shook herself. “Sorry. Staring. Lusting.”
To her horror, the last word slid out before she could stop it.
He laughed. “Over the ceiling?”
“Or...” his voice dropped an octave, grew husky with promise “over me?”
Over him. Definitely over him.
“You know you can’t always just say sorry for every single time you screw up.”
Trying to distract her, he continued his assault on her, going lower and lower.
“My parents want to meet you ...” He stopped abruptly and his face grew shuttered, “...this weekend.”
“I don’t do parents.”
“I want you to be there.”
“Whatever.”
But whatever discussion was forgotten for the night, as his lips descends on hers.
On the said important night, a night where all Hyun’s family gather together for her grandma’s birthday, he was unreachable. Hers are your typical happy, loving type of family.
He did not turn up as promised. For the first time since they are together, she felt like her heart is rip into two. This wasn't the first time he had stood her up, he'd done it a few times before, but she'd always just waved it away. However he knew how important this was to her, how much it hurt her.
And yet he wasn't here.
Note: Thank you for all your comments. I truly appreciate every single comment even though my reply maybe just a short one. Honestly, this is one of the harder one to write for sloth is normally associated with laziness but managed to find another meaning to it that suits the series more. Hopefully this is ok, enjoy!
RE-EDITED: By popular demand, I have posted back the closes version to the original version. Again thanks for reading.
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