SIN | Dahmo

VIRTUE

A/N: Nothing about this story is virtuous. It is SMUT. Ok? Just smut. Watered down a bit because I'm not sure how much detail my brain can handle, but it's still smut.

Read this in Spanish!'PECADO' translation by @LoveisTwiceSee my 'Translations' reading list :)

"I'll kill myself if you don't go out with me." Hirai Momo's voice trembled as she stood on the edge of the second-floor balcony of the creative arts block. There is a railing that keeps her from jumping without climbing over, but the way her hands are positioned makes it entirely a possibility. There was a crowd of students below, forming a semicircle around the piece of ground directly underneath where Momo was standing. Everyone was staring at the man that stood in front of her.

"Don't... don't be stupid, Momo-ssi." His voice was equally as shaky. "We can t-talk about this later. Somewhere else." The man's name was Kim Heechul. A senior medical student. The whole university knew of Momo's obsession with him. But then again, she had a different 'obsession' every other week. This was nothing new.

"I'll do it. I will." Momo pulled herself up, so she was seated on the railing, her legs dangling down like strings blowing in the breeze. "I'll jump."

There were gasps in the crowd below as Momo inched herself forward slightly.

"Momo-ssi..." Heechul moved forward slightly. "We should... really talk somewhere else. You'll get hurt." His expression was pained. This had happened so many times before. So many different people. "You should be asking for help if you feel like this. I know some people who –"

"The only thing that will cure me of these thoughts is for you to love me back." Momo interrupted. She seemed to be only just balancing on that railing. It was only a matter of seconds before...

"OKAY! OKAY! I'LL GO OUT WITH YOU!" It all happened so quickly that the majority of the crowd missed it. A blink and then they were looking up to see Kim Heechul's hands wrapped around Hirai Momo's middle, her body limply hanging from his grip. They all knew she had pushed herself off. There was a grin plastered on her face, her cheeks rosy and her eyes half lidded.

Nobody knew why Momo was like this. She was a dance major going after boys and girls just to have sex and then dump them. A few puny dates and a fuck and she was moving on. Some people respected her in some sick sort of way.

It takes a lot of skill to pull off a stunt like that and still get the girl.

Hirai Momo always gets what she wants. Guess I might try killing myself... maybe that will work?

She is living the bisexual, sex addict life to the fullest.

But most just thought she was stupid. Dahyun was no exception to this majority. She thought Momo was stupid in more ways than one.

"Is she actually suicidal? Or..." Jihyo asked Dahyun as they walked side by side, past the dissipating crowd and toward the door of the music room.

"I think she just likes the attention." Dahyun wanted to end that sentence with a bad word but restrained herself. She guessed she would have to go to confession after practice was over.

"That much? Enough to die?" Jihyo held the glass door open, allowing Dahyun to step in first. She was quickly seated at the keyboard, pulling out the sheet music she was still yet to memorise.

"I don't think she would ever take the step off that edge without being certain that someone would catch her." Dahyun started her scales, warming up her fingers. "She really needs some prayers her way."