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She’s new. Younghoon has never seen her before, and she’s sure of it because she would have remembered someone like her.
She stands out, but not only because she’s tall. She has that untouchable aura around her, the one that inevitably pulls anyone closer without even being aware of it or trying to. Younghoon is the same, as soon as she sees her, she can’t take her eyes away, feels the need to follow her until she somehow disappears in the crowd. Younghoon is a second away from running after her, but she reminds herself of Jaehyun and why they are here in the first place.
She’s here to keep him company after another ugly breakup, and she should be celebrating because the man she’s been crushing on for months is finally single again, but it always leaves a bitter taste on her tongue. Because Jaehyun never sees her as someone more than just a friend, even though Younghoon has been open about her feelings towards him since the very moment she became aware of them. She doesn’t even know how else to tell Jaehyun to finally look at her after so many relationships which have ended badly. But Jaehyun just laughs at her and Younghoon is always close to giving up, but then he crashes into her arms again and she’s left to deal with her silly feelings again.
“Why are you so lost in your thoughts again?”
Younghoon looks up at him just as he brushes a long pale peach colored lock behind her ear to get her attention back. He’s resting his head over his arm, avoiding the cold marble to touch his face, his other hand still wrapped around his glass. He’s smiling at her, soft and sad, eyes hidden behind his freshly dyed black hair as it falls over his face.
And how does anyone expect her to not catch feelings when he looks at her like that? When his eyes are still red from crying a whole day for having his heart broken over the same excuse of: You’re too much.
Younghoon would love him for that, she aches for everything that Jaehyun could give her. But Jaehyun gives her that same smile and another broken heart.
“Younghoon-ah.”
She shakes her head, but Jaehyun’s hand remains on the side of her face as he watches her drown her drink before excusing herself to the bathroom, tries to ignore the small blush on her face and the burning where Jaehyun has touched her face, but she’s aware that everything is as visible as it can be. She wouldn’t fool anyone by denying it, not that she would do it.
Younghoon will never be more than just a second choice to Jaehyun, and that’s because he doesn’t see her as being the one. To him, Younghoon is the first person to cradle his broken heart until he finds someone else to break it again. Younghoon keeps doing this for a reason she doesn’t want to admit out loud to anyone.
The bathroom is empty, the doors to the stall all open, which makes her lift an eyebrow in question before turning towards the counter, seeing her reflection for the very first time that night.
Her eyeliner is smudged just a little, but she’s right, her cheeks are burning and her whole body is warm even though she’s wearing only a pair of washed-out mom jeans and a black tank top which reveals too much. Her ginger hair falls in waves over her shoulders and there’s still glitter in it even after days. She huffs a laugh, finding everything really pathetic in that moment before leaning down to turn the water on to cool the burning.
Someone walks in, but she doesn’t look up, collecting water in her hands before splashing it into her face. The person steps to the counter, stops on her right and leans closer to the mirror as if inspecting something. From the corner of her eyes she can see how the fabric of her shorts rides on her thigh together with the dress shirt she’s wearing and Younghoon catches the beginning of a dark ink carved into skin. It almost looks like spilled motor oil.
The water overflows past her fingers and Younghoon pulls her hands away, shutting the faucet. Pushing a wet hand through her hair, she finally straightens her back, feeling water drops fall over her collarbone before soaking the lace under the tank top.
When she looks in the mirror again, she catches her again, now so close it’s almost unreal. Their eyes meet, and she smiles at Younghoon, soft and sweet, neon lights dancing in her eyes before she turns back to apply some lipstick.
Younghoon is left dumbfounded. Because fuck, she’s so pretty , it should be crime. How her short hair falls just perfectly over the sharp line of her shoulders. The hint of dark underwear under the white of her dress shirt that’s already too big on her. Her silver jewelry, her bony fingers, the way she holds her lipstick, the hidden smile in the curve of her mouth, that small glow in her eyes when she catches Younghoon still looking at her.
She raises her eyebrow in question and Younghoon feels the heat she managed to soothe, come back to her, this time with a low burn in the depth of her stomach. She’s smiling but doesn’t say anything, her cheeks just a tiny bit red, and it makes Younghoon wonder if she can feel whatever it’s in the air between them.
Younghoon opens her lips to say I’m sorry for staring but you’re just so fucking pretty, but there’s nothing coming past a soft sigh before she hangs her head, hair cascading.
“Are you okay?”
She expected her to leave. To not bother with the look Younghoon was giving her. But she’s here, hand on Younghoon’s back as she leans in close. “Hey,” her voice is low, gentle and curious, and Younghoon wants to tell her that it’s fine, really, sorry for being weird , but she can’t. Not because she knows that she would not listen, but because she would. And she will want to help; she just seems like the kind of person to make every stranger around herself happy. Younghoon somehow just knows that.
“How do you move on from someone who will see you as a first choice only when their heart is broken and they need you to piece it back together before they find someone who will do the same as the previous one did?”
When the silence prolongs, Younghoon immediately starts to regret her words. She almost pulls away, apology on her lips when she speaks again.
“I don’t know. I’ve never been in love before.”
It’s impossible to believe it. How someone like her hasn’t been—
Then Younghoon cuts herself off, looking up so their eyes meet in the mirror again.
“Do you want to leave?” she asks out of sudden without knowing what she will do after the answer.
She smiles at her. “Where do you want to go?” she asks, her hand still over Younghoon’s back. And it’s childish because she just wants to leave with her, doesn’t even matter when they are going.
“I don’t know. Just away.”
She looks at Younghoon, doesn’t say anything. Younghoon can see in her eyes that she has questions. Questions like where? why? should i? with you? And she understands, a disappointed smile on her lips.
“You obviously don’t have—”
“Only if we get something to eat first,” she says over Younghoon and smiles.
They find the closest convenience store that’s still open at this hour, buy a bunch of snacks, a bottle of flavored gin and a box of frozen pizza to heat it later in the oven.
Juyeon invites her over to her place and Younghoon doesn’t complain because she was the one wanting to leave, anywhere, in the first place.
It’s a small apartment, enough for one person. A kitchen, a room, bath and balcony. Younghoon has always been used to having enough space around her. She could always have more of it, she could have bought that with money.
“How small.”
It slips past her lips without her wanting to.
“I know, but I don’t need more space than this. What am I going to do with it if I’m always alone?”
Fill it , Younghoon wants to say, but she stops herself because why?. Juyeon just smiles at her, almost knowingly and Younghoon is embarrassed.
“Let me heat the pizza and then we can find something to watch while we eat.”
Younghoon nods slowly and follows her into the kitchen. It’s small. Enough for a counter, an oven, a small fridge tucked into a corner, and a tiny table with two chairs. You can’t cross it without bumping into the other person. But it’s okay because Juyeon pulls the chair closer to the oven out and sits down after putting the pizza in.
“You can find glasses in the upper shelves,” she says, watching Younghoon open the bottle.
Opening the upper cupboard, she finds more than enough glasses for an entire party, but she doesn’t say anything, looking closely over them as if inspecting, finally choosing one with a bright colorful flower pattern and one with baby pink hearts .
Turning around with both glasses, she catches Juyeon looking at her, eyes molten and a satisfied smile on her face. The curve in the corner of her lips makes her look like a cat.
“What?” Younghoon asks, head tilted to the side, the same heat coiling in her stomach continuously. She knows that what she’s feeling for Juyeon is more than just attraction, but she can’t explain it. Since Jaehyun, other people always left her cold and even those few exceptions when she slept with someone, this is the first time she wants something more. But she doesn’t know why—actually, she probably doesn’t even need an explanation, but she needs, wants, to know why exactly Juyeon. A woman. Why so sudden?
Wonders if it’s the same with Juyeon.
“Nothing,” she says, amused, even though she clearly has something to say.
She pours generously for the both of them, the drink she had in the club still a delicate buzz in her system.
“Cheers!”
Their glasses clink loudly and Juyeon smiles before finishing her drink in one go. Younghoon wants to ask, but knows the answer will be the same. Instead she watches Juyeon’s face scrunch up at the bitter taste of the gin, raspberry flavor doing nothing to soothe it. She’s adorable, and Younghoon wants to reach out and take her hand, wrap slender fingers around her bony ones, and intertwine them. But she wraps them tighter around the glass and bites the inside of her cheek.
Her cheeks become instantly red, eyes already a little glassy and the way she leans back against her chair, throwing her head back, it exposes her cleavage and Younghoon’s eyes remain on the silver necklace resting over her sternum, then over the fading freckles, the prominent collarbone, the thick white line around her throat.
Younghoon tries to come up with a reason for that one too because it’s too personal to ask about it. A wound like that makes everything more real, tangible and vulnerable.
“Is your friend going to be okay?” Juyeon asks without looking at her, Adam apple moving as she speaks.
Younghoon thinks about Jaehyun. About the surprise in his eyes when she told him that they are leaving as she looked at Juyeon behind her. She thinks about the slow movement of his lips before he smiled at her and something was off about it, but Younghoon paid no mind to it. She thinks about how he looked at Juyeon over Younghoon’s shoulder before muttering okay, and turned back to his drink, almost disappointed.
“Younghoon?”
A sudden rush of anger hardens her entire body and she wants to call Jaehyun, yell at him for being so fucking unfair. Why did he look at her like that, —as if betrayed by Younghoon.
“He’ll be fine.” She’s sure tomorrow Jaehyun won’t even remember the situation which made Younghoon mad at him for the very first time.
“You sure? He seemed quite disappointed in you leaving him alone?” Juyeon finally lifts her head up, hair falling haphazardly around her face.
If even Juyeon noticed Jaehyun’s expression, then Younghoon probably didn’t just imagine it all by herself, which also makes everything more insufferable because how dare he do that to her when he only has her to lean on when people break his heart.
When Younghoon doesn’t reply, Juyeon understands immediately.
“He’s the one, right?” she asks, tucking an inky lock behind her slightly pink ear. Younghoon thinks she's too pretty to be real, but like most of the things tonight, she doesn’t say it, finishing her drink as an answer to Juyeon’s question. “He’s quite selfish.”
Younghoon’s lips pull with a grimace and she goes for the bottle again. Juyeon is faster, wrapping thin fingers around her wrist and when Younghoon looks at her, she isn’t smiling anymore.
“You will upset your stomach. Please.”
The words ring in her ear, yet she’s more occupied with the tender touch of Juyeon’s fingers around her wrist. It’s warm and Younghoon wants her to touch her more. To slide her hand higher on her arm, past her elbow, up around her shoulder, down her back, under her top.
Younghoon’s anger fades with Juyeon’s touch.
She doesn’t know how long they stay like that, but Juyeon doesn’t seem uncomfortable at all, pulling her hand away when the timer on the oven goes off.
They pull the sofa out, and settle comfortably next to each other while Younghoon flips through channels until she finds something worthy of watching.
And it’s like the night could end there. They watch the no-name romcom she finds on the TV, finish their pizza and maybe Juyeon offers her to stay the night. They wash up, she gives Younghoon an old shirt for her to sleep in and they go to sleep, bodies next to each other on the pulled out sofa.
But it doesn’t happen. They don’t make it to the end of the movie because halfway through it, Juyeon changes her position, sitting cross legged next to her, bare knee touching Younghoon. Her skin is warm and Younghoon realizes how touch starved she really is when she gives into the need of leaning onto Juyeon, resting her head on her shoulder, shivering when Juyeon’s fingers tread softly through her hair.
She’s burning. It’s the alcohol, she explains it to herself, and Juyeon’s body which is really close to hers. Younghoon sighs when Juyeon’s fingers scratch softly at her scalp, closing her eyes to savor the moment, the closeness, the vaguely familiar scent of Juyeon’s perfume. She feels her body slowly giving up the fight to hold back from melting entirely into Juyeon’s space.
The movie is still playing in the background when she feels something soft press against her forehead. Opening her eyes, she can see Juyeon’s head tilted to the side, her dark hair falling over Younghoon’s eyes.
“Younghoon?”
Her voice comes from above, breath warm over Younghoon’s temple.
“Hmm?” She feels Juyeon’s smile against her skin and her brain tries to come up with another explanation but Younghoon is tired of it. She doesn’t need one for why Juyeon kissed her while she was dozing off on her shoulder. Her body knows why.
“Juyeon?” she says, voice incredibly hoarse, but she needs to say it.
“Hmm?” She hasn’t stopped playing with Younghoon’s hair.
“Can I kiss you?”
With a hand in Juyeon’s knee, Younghoon braces herself before pulling away to look at her. Juyeon is already looking at her, lips slightly open, answer already on her tongue.
Younghoon’s hand trembles beside her and Juyeon’s eyes shake as she takes her in, trying to find a reason on Younghoon’s face that will tell her why. When she finally closes her eyes Younghoon feels the tension in the air harden and she can’t believe how she let herself be so vulnerable with someone she barely knows.
The hand in her hair slides down the nape of her neck before Juyeon cups the side of her face and gently pulls her closer until their lips almost touch. This close she can smell the raspberries on her, can see her long lashes and freckles over the bridge of her nose.
“Juyeon?”
“Please,” she whispers against Younghoon’s lips. “Please, kiss me.”
Juyeon’s lips are soft against hers, just like Younghoon imagined them to be. She makes a sweet breathy sound and Younghoon pushes her tongue past her parted lips. Juyeon moans at the gesture, hand on Younghoon’s thigh to brace herself, to hold onto something.
The inside of her mouth is warm, her tongue sliding carefully next to Younghoon’s, and she doesn’t want to stop kissing Juyeon ever again. Sliding her hand higher on Juyeon’s thigh, she feels the muscle jump under the touch and it makes her smile into the kiss. Then she bites softly at her bottom lip and Juyeon whines quietly, breathing hard into the small space between their lips, foreheads pressed together. “Was that okay?”
Juyeon nods, licking her lips as a breathy “yes” slips past them before kissing Younghoon again, taking the lead as she moves, climbing over Younghoon to straddle her thighs, holding her head between both of her hands. And Younghoon goes dizzy, holding onto her waist and licking into her mouth with fervor.
Juyeon’s hands are gradually slipping lower and lower until she’s tugging at the fabric of Younghoon’s top that’s tucked into her jeans. “Can I?” she asks prettily before she starts kissing Younghoon’s neck and for a moment she forgets to breathe at the first touch of Juyeon’s fingers on her stomach. She’s kissing bruises into the thin skin of Younghoon’s neck, fingers dancing tentatively higher under her top and Younghoon reaches a shaky hand up to tread slender fingers through Juyeon’s short hair, tenderly pushing her head closer. Juyeon smiles against her pulse, settling her hands on either side of Younghoon’s waist before she bites down gently, kissing the delicate bruise right after.
When it becomes almost too unbearable, Younghoon pulls her hand away with the hold she has on her hair to crash their lips together again. This time it’s hungry, more desperate and wet, sloppy as they breathe in between. Juyeon is pulling at the hem of Younghoon’s top and she lets her pull it off completely before leaning in to kiss her again and again.
Juyeon’s hands find their way over to her back, unclasp her bra and for the very first time in a while, Younghoon becomes shy of how bare she is. Yet Juyeon seems unaware of this shyness, throwing the discarded piece of lace to the side before snaking long arms around Younghoon’s neck, pushing and pulling their bodies together, bracing herself on her knees, making Younghoon tilt her head back to reach her lips. They haven’t stopped kissing, lips already swollen and red. Younghoon’s hands settle on the small curve of her ass, fingers hooked into the fabric of her shorts.
“Baby.”
Juyeon whines at the pet name, and pulls away, hands on Younghoon’s shoulders. She's breathing hard, chest heaving, and she’s so gorgeous, so fucking pretty Younghoon is speechless.
“Can I—fuck, you’re so beautiful,” Juyeon whispers, leaning down for a quick kiss. “Can I eat you out? Please.”
Younghoon never had a chance against Juyeon, her body reaction on its own, shiver crawling down her back, a small but constant throb between her legs.
“Yes—fuck, yes, please.” It’s embarrassing how she stumbles over her words, but she wants it, she can already feel herself dripping for it.
Juyeon doesn’t chuckle or smile at Younghoon’s eagerness, maybe because she’s just as dizzy; or maybe she isn’t, pushing at Younghoon until she falls on the bed, undoing her jeans with skilled fingers, tapping at Younghoon’s thigh to lift her hips up for her so she could get rid of it.
Younghoon watches with hooded eyes how she presses long fingers against the wet fabric of her underwear. She groans at the touch.
“God— that’s so fucking hot. You’re so fucking hot.” And Younghoon wants to laugh because no, Juyeon is the hot one without being aware of it. “Got yourself so wet just from kissing, baby.” She pushes her fingers harder into the soaked lace. “You’re a wet dream came true.”
It elicits a small chuckle from Younghoon, realizing with relief that Juyeon is just as affected as she is. But her heart starts to hammer in her chest as soon as Juyeon pulls her underwear down, warm fingers pressing between her folds. She whines, watching Juyeon’s expression as she spreads her open.
“Baby, fuck. You have the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen.”
Those words leave Younghoon gasping. She’s not the first woman Juyeon has ever been with, and that makes a certain kind of softness bloom in her chest, but it also makes her insides fill with something bitter that she ignores for now.
She feels Juyeon’s warm breath on her before she presses her tongue flat over Younghoon’s throbbing cunt, and that’s when she loses all senses of control, because fuck, she’s been so touch starved until now that every touch of Juyeon’s tongue breaks a shiver under her skin, legs already shaking.
“You feel —god, you feel so good,” she chokes out between whimpers, and Juyeon hums in response, the quiet vibration of it making Younghoon twist her fingers into those dark locks, pushing Juyeon even closer.
There’s a tentative finger pressing into the tight ring of muscles and before Younghoon can make a sound, Juyeon is one finger in while sucking on her clit.
“Juyeon—”
The noises that fill the room are downright obscene. It’s loud and wet. Louder when Juyeon inserts a second finger, thrusting them at a faster pace while bending them just enough to have Younghoon squirming under her, sparks of heat exploding in her stomach.
The grip she has on Juyeon’s hair tightens when she starts to suck harder, fingers opening her wider, thrusting inside, gently abusing that sweet spot. Younghoon is going to come embarrassingly fast even though she wants this to last for the entire night. Slowly grinding on Juyeon’s tongue, she feels the familiar burning coating her insides.
“Juyeon, baby—”
And because she’s a sweetheart, and Younghoon thinks she’s already falling for her, she quickens her pace, sucking even harder on her clit, louder, moaning. It pushes Younghoon over the edge, eyes closing shut as her orgasm burns through her.
She hikes her legs up, thighs clenched around Juyeon’s head, pushing and pulling her away because it’s just too much and not enough at the same time.
When Juyeon finally pulls away, gently pushing at Younghoon’s thighs, her chin and lips are wet and sticky under the blue light of the screen. And she’s smiling, grinning at Younghoon, licking her lips clean like it would do anything to hide what she has been doing. Younghoon wants to kiss that grin away, to taste herself on Juyeon’s lips, to be more intimate than they already are.
“Hi,” she says leaning over Younghoon, but stops abruptly like she’s not sure Younghooon would want to kiss her.
“Come here,” she whispers, arms around her neck, pulling her closer and kissing her firmly on the mouth.
Juyeon makes a soft sound, melting against Younghoon, and the weight of her body is a welcomed warmth. Then Younghoon is pushing the dress shit over her shoulders and Juyeon laughs into the kiss before sliding off of her, kneeling between her legs as she slowly unbuttons her top.
Younghoon is patient, her eyes following the fall of the shirt, taking in the intricate flower pattern of her underwear and the dark ink covering almost the entire right side of Juyeon’s upper body. Even in the faint light of the room it looks like water droplets disturbing the perfect surface of spilled motor oil.
The ink follows the curves of Juyeon’s body from up until her collarbone and disappears under her shorts. It’s as if someone took her body and dipped her in black.
“My eyes are up here,” Juyeon chuckles and when Younghoon looks back at her, she’s completely naked. Only then does she notice the silver barbells pierced through her nipples. She wants to touch. To lick her way up from between Juyeon’s legs up to her lips before doing it again and again, worshiping her body.
Juyeon leans down to kiss her again and Younghoon flips them over with the hold around her middle. Juyeon giggles, pressing small kisses all over her face before Younghoon buries her face into the crook of her neck, kissing her way down her body, sucking and pulling on the silver jewelry while pushing at elastic band of Juyeon’s shorts, drinking in the quiet noises she makes above her.
With her completely naked, Younghoon leaves a line of kisses down her chest and stomach before pressing her face between Juyeon’s legs without hesitation. At the first touch of her tongue, Juyeon arches her back, hands immediately in Younghoon’s hair as she whines softly, thighs clenched.
“Pretty,” Younghoon whispers to no one, pushing her tongue between Juyeon’s folds, moaning at the warm sticky wetness there.
“Younghoon—”
She looks up at Juyeon from between her legs, tongue toying with her clit and Juyeon whimpers, pulling gently at Younghoon’s hair. She could do this all night, head between Juyeon’s legs, mouth never leaving the soft, wet silkiness that keeps twitching under her tongue.
But then Juyeon’s begging for more in that small voice of hers and Younghoon reaches an arm out until she’s holding her fingers before Juyeon’s lips, humming approvingly when she takes them into her mouth, tongue moving between them languidly.
Then she gives Juyeon’s clit one last flick before pulling her fingers out of her mouth, leaning over to kiss her while she starts to move her spit slicked fingers in small circular moves over the hardened bundle of nerves. Juyeon kisses like she’s been starving for it, legs opening wide to accommodate Younghoon’s body, arms around her shoulders like she never wants her to leave while she keeps making intoxicatingly sweet noises against Younghoon’s lips.
Younghoon moves her hand in the way she knows that it feels good for her. Apparently it feels good for Juyeon too, feeling her body tensing up from time to time, whispered prayer of there, there, there —fuck, please as she pushes her hips to meet Younghoon in the middle. Younghoon swallows every single sound she makes.
When her entire body tenses up under Younghoon, letting little gasps escape past her lips, Younghoon knows she’s close to come all over her fingers. With her other hand she grabs Juyeon’s jaw and forces her to keep eye contact, moving her fingers faster and faster until Juyeon is shaking under her, eyes rolling back in her head, legs clenching around Younghoon’s hips as she comes with a shudder.
She looks and sounds so gorgeous like this that Younghoon wants to make her come again and again.
“That was— ugh— so good. ”
“You’re so hot, I can’t wrap my head around it.”
And Juyeon chuckles, panting softly before reaching a hand between them, grabbing Younghoon’s hand and pulls it out from between her legs and Younghoon already knows what she’s about to do, still moaning at the sight of Juyeon licking her own cum from Younghoon’s fingers, her cunt twitching helplessly.
Letting her body fall onto the bed next to Juyeon to catch her breath, Younghoon thinks that if she asks her to stay, she will never leave.
Then as if she could read her thoughts, Juyeon lifts a leg over her hip and pulls Younghoon closer, hand firmly on her waist. Bracing herself on her elbow, she runs slender fingers over Juyeon’s tattoo, the skin there somehow thinner, almost a different texture. Juyeon sighs quietly, burying her face closer into Younghoon as she slides her fingers up and down her side, trying to find a reason for it. It’s almost as if her body is different under all of that ink, as if it’s hiding.
“It was an accident,” Juyeon says, voice low. “I was stuck under a fallen pillar of a burning building.”
Her eyes are closed when Younghoon looks at her. She can’t find the words, she can’t find the right ones. Then she remembers the white scar around her neck. “What about—”
It’s as if Juyeon already regrets sharing her vulnerability with her, heaving her body up to straddle Younghoon’s thighs. “Can I fuck you, please?”
How can Younghoon deny something like that from her when she already knows that she will jump if Juyeon asks her to. She’s also dripping wet again from having Juyeon come because of her.
She nods, watching Juyeon kneel up to lift one of Younghoon’s legs, letting it brace against her shoulder, moving closer until there’s no space between them, the touch making them moan at the same time, Juyeon grinding down just enough to have Younghoon grab her thigh, wanting to pull her even closer when there’s literally nothing between them but the shared heat of their bodies.
It’s the squelching that makes her aware of the mess between their legs, and Juyeon’s slow pace which makes everything more unbearable. She’s dragging everything out, savoring every tiny gasp slipping past Younghoon’s lips.
“You’re like a dream,” she whispers above Younghoon. It’s unfair. How can she say things like that when she’s melting Younghoon with every brush of her cunt against hers. “Fantasized about this the whole time.” It’s maddening to know that Juyeon has wanted her since the moment they met.
“Give me more ,” she moans unashamedly and Juyeon huffs a laugh before starts grinding down harder and faster on her, every touch igniting small sparks of pleasure and heat in Younghoon’s stomach. She’s too turned on to be patient.
“You like that, huh?” Juyeon asks, panting and moaning quietly, throwing her head back to show Younghoon the white slash across her neck. “So fucking desperate,” she groans and Younghoon’s body starts to shake with the building of her orgasm. It’s loud and it’s wet and it’s absolutely heavenly when it hits her, and Juyeon moves against her until she becomes too sensitive, until it hurts and she’s slowly pushing at her.
Juyeon collapses on the sofa next to her, breathing loudly against Younghoon’s ear.
She feels as if her inside have melted, and she’s unable to move. She’s turning towards Juyeon, wanting to drape an arm around her middle, but she’s pulling away and Younghoon’s head is still fuzzy to understand why, until she comes back with a towel, gently pushing Younghoon’s legs apart.
It’s warm and wet against her, and she whines quietly when it brushes against her oversensitive clit, but Juyeon only mutters a soft sorry before pulling away. Younghoon is still dazed out, eyes following Juyeon as she moves around the room, picking up things and finally shutting the TV off, pulling blankets and pillows from the wardrobe.
Juyeon makes the bed while Younghoon slowly slips into the comfortable unconsciousness of dream, and the last thing she sees before her eyes shut definitely is Juyeon’s silhouette in the dark, and maybe she’s crying, but Younghoon is not sure.
Younghoon leaves in the early hours of the morning, leaving her phone number on the back of the receipt. She feels too conscious of herself to wait until Juyeon wakes up.
It’s two days later when she sees Juyeon again. Younghoon is holding Jaehyun’s hand. It takes Juyeon less than three seconds to realize what happened in the time between.
Younghoon feels guilt and shame choking her.
Juyeon just smiles as she passes them by and Younghoon is unable to take her eyes off from the red and purple lines around the white wound adoring Juyeon’s neck.
It’s only when Jaehyun kisses her forehead does she realize that she stopped walking. “It’s rude to stare, Younghoon-ah.”