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[Mon, Feb 23 13:04]
soojin
You left your plants
baby ♡
don’t have time to pick them up
soojin
I can bring them over?
[Thurs, Feb 27 18:49]
soojin
I’ll take care of them in case you want them back
[Tues, Mar 24 00:32]
soojin
Can we talk?
[Tues, Mar 24 02:49]
soojin
I miss you, Jungha
[Tues, Mar 24 11:08]
soojin
Sorry, I was drunk
[Today 21:01]
baby ♡
are you home?
i want to talk
Soojin didn’t see her notification until she made it up the stairs. It had been set to silent mode the entire time she had been out for dinner with friends and on the drive home, something to prevent her from looking at it too much. Except it was now, of all times, that might have been the worst time to do so.
Her eyes went wide upon seeing Jungha’s name pop up on her notifications—two texts and a missed call.
There was a point in time where she would have dropped everything to answer her call, didn’t matter if she was at work or out doing errands, Soojin would have answered on the first ring, but now—now she could wait. Jungha could wait for a response.
Soojin tried not to let it get to her head. You miss me? A huff. She was punching in the code to her apartment thinking what on earth she was going to respond with. I miss you, too? I resent you for cutting me off? Why don’t you ever respond to my texts? Have you moved on that quickly? The last question may no longer be applicable if Jungha was trying to get a hold of her so randomly, but a part of her almost wanted to assume there were other influences at play—if Soojin ever crossed her mind like that.
Jungha always crossed her, was the unfortunate part.
She crossed her mind so often even as she drove home from dinner, because the restaurant they dined at was on the same strip as Jungha’s favorite cafe and bakery, maybe a couple buildings down. It was one of the few cafes that closed late. On the way home, she also wondered if Jungha had tried their seasonal fruit tarts, or if Jungha had tried their new coffee drink, or if she would have sampled their special baked goods for the week—or if Jungha ever thought of her at all.
Soojin did. She tried the new drink and bought half a dozen tarts. The latte paired with the banana cream foam was not to her taste, but it was certainly Jungha’s, and when she tried a sample of their fruit tart at the bakery, it was just the right amount of sour and sweet.
Even as Soojin took off her shoes at the door, she often thought of when Jungha’s black chunky shoes would sit right next to her work heels; two very distinct tastes in shoes—in their fashion taste, too, that was for sure. It was funnier now that she staring at how Jungha’s shoes contrasted the black loafers she wore tonight, and—
And why were Jungha’s shoes here?
Soojin found herself staring at the small basket of house slippers she kept by the shoe rack, noticing that a pair was missing, that they were all rumaged through. It only dawned upon her that the lights in the kitchen were on and that the sound of footsteps echoing weren’t her own.
When she rushed past the doorway, Soojin felt like all the months she wallowed in misery came back and hit her in full-force. Was this a reward or was this a punishment for holding on? Soojin thought she was a fool, because she never changed the goddamn door code, because she never got rid of the things that Jungha left behind, because she loved her then and she loved her now.
She loved Jungha even as she stood there in the middle of, what used to be, their living room, with those same doe eyes that held all their favorite constellations looking back at her.
And all Soojin could do was laugh—not even a greeting or a question. She felt paralyzed just watching Jungha look just as startled as she was, embarrased probably, hurt definitely. Soojin could only move on autopilot as she walked past her, shockingly without so much as looking her, and set her things down on the kitchen table.
A suffocatingly quiet minute past before Soojin took a deep breath. “Jungha, what are you doing here?”
No reason or excuse was going to justify Jungha, once the love of her life but now an ex-lover, from letting herself inside Soojin’s apartment even if she didn’t bother changing the code. It was just a courtesy to wait—like any normal person. “I, uhm, I wanted to talk.”
Soojin tapped a finger against the table. “Why?”
“Why. . .do I want to talk?”
“Yes,” she said, gazing at her from head to toe. Soojin was under the impression that she came from elsewhere—she looked a little too romantic. “I gave you several opportunities to talk, yet you either declined it or ignored me completely. So yes, Jungha, why do you want to talk all of a sudden?”
Jungha looked away from her. Her hair grew out since the last time they saw each other; they were past her shoulders now. She needed a trim. Soojin had always cut her hair.
“I went on a few dates.” The words that came out of her mouth grated Soojin’s ears, like metal scraping against metal, making her almost physically want to cringe. In what instance was it okay for Jungha to walk into her home unannounced and tell her that she’s been seeing other people? “But I just—I keep searching for pieces of you in them.”
Of course, there were certainly going to be situations where it was perfectly fine to let Jungha say her piece. “You came here just to say that you miss me?”
A small nod.
Soojin didn’t respond. In fact, there wasn’t anything appropriate to say other than the resentment that filled her chest after months of radio silence. Were they just going to stand there and stare at each other until one of them cracked? Because it wasn’t going to be Soojin who was going to give in if that’s what they were going to come down to. Jungha should know this by now.
The air in the room turned heavy. Soojin wasn’t supposed to entertain her ex, but old habits die hard, and her values simply wouldn’t allow her to let Jungha stand there in discomfort—which sounded appropriate for the situation.
Some water might do them both some good. Soojin filled two glasses with cold water, setting one down on the table before while she nursed her own, choosing to lean against the kitchen counter. It was a safe distance away from her. If Jungha came any closer, then her defenses would instantly crumble.
Jungha eyed the glass on the table—and then the familiar box of pastries. She recognized the logo anywhere. “What did you buy?”
“Fruit tarts,” Soojin answered. “Have you tried them?”
“Not yet.”
“You’ll like it.”
“I see.” Another long pause. Jungha tried to offset the tension by drinking some water as well, perhaps occasionally glance her way. Soojin still didn't utter a word. It was enough to make the whole thing uncomfortable and finally— “Soojin unnie, I miss you.”
It was a start. Soojin nodded in acknowledgement, but she continued to stand there, patiently waiting.
“I’m sorry I cut you off. I thought if I went no-contact, then I would be able to move on. . .that maybe I would be fine with our decision—” Jungha didn’t have to see it; she felt like she heard the way Soojin’s eyebrow cocked up in question. There was a correction to be made. “With my decision.”
Soojin waited. Yes, it was your decision. She waited and watched Jungha start to scratch her nail against the ridges of the glass. You decided to leave me.
It still felt like the wound burned; it felt like the wound was still fresh. When Jungha decided that she needed more from the relationship, came to the conclusion that Soojin wasn't giving enough when Soojin herself wholeheartedly believed she was giving her all despite the exhaustion she faced outside the solititude of their shared home—it felt like her chest was carved open and had her ribcage broken into pieces.
And yet, Soojin wanted to accept her apology without even hearing the rest of it. She almost did until she remembered how empty her nights were, how she filled them with resentment in hopes that it would make it bearable, and that Jungha would be no longer be what she craved for in the quiet of night.
An impossible task, it was. Soojin could resent her and all the hurtful things she said, but still want to ask her to stop talking and come back into her arms. She almost did. Almost.
“I’m sorry when I said that you weren’t doing enough. I was wrong—I was so wrong.” Jungha let out a shaky breath. “I know I realized it a little too late that you do so much for me, for us. Even when you were being worked to the bone, you dedicated all the little time you have left to me, and I’ve always been grateful for that. I was just—being selfish. I hated how our schedules always conflicted that we couldn’t even spend an entire weekend together, so I had to wait for you to come home or maybe visit you during lunch, and it’s just—I got irritated always trying to make it work and thought you weren’t trying just as hard as I was.”
A hard swallow. Oh. Perhaps she was too busy villainizing Jungha in her head that she hadn’t considered the alternate reality where she was regretting everything she did. How long had she been reflecting on it? What was it that made Jungha truly regret it? And how many people did she meet before realizing that maybe yeah, Soojin unnie was fucking it for me?
She gripped the counter behind her, something to keep her from doing anything—rash. “You didn’t even reach out to me a single time since our breakup.”
“Would it be embarrassing to say that I was being prideful?” It wasn't, because that was Soojin’s interpretation of it anyway, amongst other things, but she shook her head no. “I was. . .hoping you would beg for me to come back or something. I don't know, make a scene?”
“Oh?” Soojin found herself laughing. The kind of laugh that she would make when she heard something absurd and wanted the other to be fully aware of it. It might have offended Jungha, yet she couldn't seem to feel guilty about it. “Jungha, I did beg. I begged you to reconsider ending things and to wait just a bit longer so I can sort it all out—but did you? No, you didn't. You said I’ve exhausted all your patience, so I just—knew it was best to let you leave. What good is making a scene when you were so convinced that things weren't going to change between us?”
“I—I just.” Jungha’s voice grew smaller, finding herself looking down on the floor. Her hair covered her face, at least, but it couldn't hide the soft sniffling sound she made. “I don't know, unnie. I made a mistake. I’m sorry I was so selfish.”
It was quiet. In the moment where Jungha tried to recompose herself, Soojin swore she had imagined every single possible scenario wherein they finally find a chance to have closure in the months they had been apart. She might have even rehearsed it, wrote it down, decide whether or not she would forgive Jungha—if she did decide to apologize.
The problem was that in every mental simulation that Soojin imagined, Jungha did not, in fact, apologize. It had been close to seven months since they broke things off. In all those months, she was absolutely certain that she wouldn’t, because Jungha didn’t even pay her a second of her time.
The bigger problem was that Soojin was so fucking easy.
“Jungha, don’t.” Soojin was walking away from the counter and walking towards to the cause of her heartache. “Jungha-yah, hey, look at me.”
It took some encouragement, but Jungha hesitantly raised her head, her teary eyes meeting Soojin’s gentle gaze. Right then and there, months of compartmentalization and repressing the love she had for Jungha resurfaced all at once, and she was back to a time where Jungha was everything to her.
There was just simply no moving on from someone like her. Soojin’s ribcage that was crushed to pieces and exposed her tender heart—she would still give it Jungha without a second thought.
“Unnie,” she furiously wiped away her tears, only to have her hands swatted away and be replaced by Soojin’s. “Unnie, I’m sorry. I miss you—I miss us. I’m sorry I was so fucking selfish and needy when I should have been more considerate.”
Soojin hushed her, wiping away her tears with the back of her fingers, never mind if it was smudging her makeup. It was just the two of them now. Jungha practically fell right back into her arms—where she belonged—and let her inked hands hesitantly find purchase around Soojin’s waist, careful as they slid around until she decided to embrace her tightly.
Jungha had finally come back home to her.
Every night, when Soojin would come back home from work, the first thing she did was find Jungha and kiss her hello—whether she was awake or asleep. Perhaps things hadn’t been that way for months, but old habits always came back to bite her, and so she kissed her cheek. “I’m sorry I didn’t try hard enough to make you stay, Jungha. You don’t know how much I’ve missed you.”
“You shouldn’t be apologizing,” she muttered. “Unnie, you should be furious with me.”
“Ah, I resent you for what you did, maybe not as much as I should, but—it’s hard to be mad at you.” Soojin admitted, making sure she was looking her dead in the eye when she said, “I love you too much to turn you away, Jungha.”
“Soojin—”
“No, hush, unnie is talking.” The words practically made her shut up entirely. “Had enough time passed, I would have tried reaching out to you one more time—trust me, there were so many times that I almost did—I would have chased after you, Jungha. Don’t you know that unnie is quite pathetic? Even while I was having dinner with friends, I still thought of you—I even bought those stupid fruit tarts from your favorite cafe, because it reminded me of you—ah, I almost wanted to compare you to the fruit tart.”
Jungha chuckled weakly. “Is it because I’m fruity?”
“It’s because I would love to eat you for dessert.” Soojin didn’t miss a beat. The second she said it, Jungha laughed for real this time, blushing even. “But yes, we can go with what you said.”
“Soojin unnie, I love you. I still do,” she sniffled. “I was lonely, so I tried going on dates. . .but I kept comparing them to you. No one compares to you. Deep down, I think I already knew that was going to be the case, but I couldn’t even bring myself to admit I made a terrible, terrible mistake.”
Soojin hummed at that. “You did.”
“I know.”
“So what changed?” She asked, tucking her hair behind her ears. “Something must have happened if you decided to come here.”
Jungha bit on her bottom lip, her lip piercing caught between her teeth. “I was on a date.”
A pointed look.
“I, ah, we were having dinner as well, but it was at our restaurant.” Their favorite restaurant was different from their restaurant; their restaurant as in the restaurant where they celebrate their anniversary. “I only found out after she picked me up—I didn’t comment. It was lovely, of course, but when she went to use the restroom, one of the waiters just happened to pass by. . .she asked about my date and you.”
“Huh,” she held back a smug grin. “What did you say?”
“I said I was just having dinner with a good friend, and that you were still in the office.” Jungha said. “And the waitress said, ‘ah, so late? Soojin-ssi works hard, doesn’t she? She works hard to provide for the both of you. Or maybe just you,’ and I didn’t. . .it just stuck with me, and I probably had an earth-shattering epiphany as we were being served desserts that I needed to see you, so there’s that.”
“Oh.” A pause. “Wait, how did you get here?”
Jungha didn’t answer.
“Oh my god, you had your date drop you off here?” Soojin huffed a laugh. “What excuse did you even use?”
“I had to watch someone’s cat?” It earned her an exasperated look. “What? She believed it! And I did tell her that I don’t think we would be compatible, so there’s no bad blood.”
“Jungha.” Suddenly, the tension disappeared and it felt—easier to look at her. Soojin’s heart was heavy, yes, but even the weight could be lifted off her chest with enough time. They were smiling again. God, when was the last time she genuinely smiled? When was the last time she saw Jungha’s smile? “Ah, I can’t believe you. You don’t just go breaking other people’s hearts like that.”
“Sorry.” She wasn’t sorry. “And I’m sorry I let myself in like that. I could have waited outside. . .maybe show that I’m also a little pathetic, too.”
“Well, I didn’t change the code, so that’s on me,” she said. “And I don’t want the neighbors to start gossiping again.”
Jungha chuckled at that. She managed to pull back just to wipe away whatever tears stained her face, looking down at her palms to see some of her eyeshadow smudged on her fingertips. “Ah, my makeup’s ruined. Do you mind if I freshen up?”
“Go ahead.” Soojin eventually followed her since she wanted to wash off her makeup, too. “Might want to open a new pack of cotton rounds.”
“Okay.” Jungha knew where they were stored. She knew where everything was, actually. “I’ll, uhm, I’ll book a ride after this. I don't want to concern my driver.”
“I can drive you.” Soojin didn't quite look at her. “Or. . .”
“Or?”
“You can stay.”
Jungha had just finished rinsing when she raised her head from the sink. As the water dripped down the sides of her face with her hair clipped back, looking at her through the mirror, where she saw Soojin leaning against the doorframe. Without uttering a word, Soojin handed her a face towel. Water was sliding down her chest.
Jungha didn’t agree to her offer right away, like she was trying to search for an excuse not to take it, not immediately at least—understandably so, given that there was too much to repair between them. “I don’t have any clothes.”
“Then wear mine, that’s all you wore anyway.” Did Soojin ever mention that she had no self-preservation whatsoever? It was too soon to ask her to stay, at the same time, she had waited months for her, praying for some kind of miracle to happen. “But if you really want to go home, then that’s fine, too. I’ll respect whatever you want to do, Jungha.”
Hesitantly, Jungha picked at the edges of the towel. “What do you want me to do, unnie?”
“I want you to stay.” Soojin stared at her, spoke with some sort of finality. Was the answer not obvious? They could start to mend the wounds they left this way, right? Soojin knew they should take it slowly, but she just couldn’t find it in herself to do that. “You missed me, right? Then stay here and go to bed with me so that you’re the first thing I see in the morning.”
Soojin couldn’t resist asking her to stay the night, not when Jungha’s hair fell right back over her shoulders, soft and curled, with her bright and wide eyes filled with that familiar look of adoration, with her inked fingers fidgeting with the towel in her hand, itching to touch her when she wasn’t sure if she could.
Not when Jungha looked so beautiful and dolled up tonight that it made Soojin—jealous. She used to doll herself up for Soojin when she took her out on dates, used to hold out a bunch of jewelry to accessorize with and ask for her opinion, used to make Soojin choose what kind of top she should wear when they were all shades of black. It stung to know that she was probably being flirted with before she came to see her, but Soojin was going to find the positive in all this.
At least, Jungha came back to her because of it; that was all she could truly ask for. Soojin could unlearn resentment, because she couldn’t unlearn loving Jungha.
“Unnie, you can be so direct sometimes.” Jungha muttered as heat flooded her cheeks. “I want to stay, too. I was hoping you’d let me.”
Soojin hummed at that. She was distracted reaching out to touch her hair, combing through them, appreciating the way Jungha started to lean into her touch that Soojin eventually ended up cupping the side of her face. Oh, how she missed this. “I was hoping you would come back.”
“I’m sorry.” It came out as a whisper. “I love you. I’ll make it up to you, unnie. I promise.”
Perhaps it was too soon to be forgiving Jungha and letting her back into her life— and yet, there goes Soojin already dragging her back in and welcoming her back with open arms.
Soojin was gentle when she leaned in and pressed their lips together; slow, soft, unrushed. A kiss wasn’t going to magically wash away their heartbreak, but it helped to mend the more tender wounds, and that was more than enough for Soojin to kiss her again, to wrap her arms around Jungha’s waist, slipping her hands into the back pockets of her jeans.
And when Jungha kissed her back, it felt like every other night before she had left: welcome home, unnie. I missed you, unnie. Are you tired, unnie? Let me massage you. I cooked dinner for us, unnie. I missed you, unnie. I missed you, unnie. I missed you—
“Soojin-ah,” Jungha breathed. “I missed you so much.”
Soojin could only respond with another searing kiss, her grip tightening around her hips and making Jungha whimper against her lips. She didn’t need to hear anymore apologies, didn’t need to tell Jungha that she couldn’t even enjoy a night out when everything reminded Soojin of her.
She deepened their kiss and pressed Jungha against the counter, untucking the black silk shirt from her jeans so she could touch her warm skin. It was like riding a bike—kissing Jungha, touching her. Soojin didn’t even have to look to unbutton her shirt, instead focusing on the sensation of Jungha’s hands sliding up her neck as they kissed messy, hooking a finger around her hairtie and pulling it down her black hair.
As Soojin’s hair came down, Jungha tugged gently at the roots, kissing her with a reignited hunger. She was always the impatient one between them, always quick to lay out all her wants and desires out for Soojin to take care of. In her frenzy of impatience, Jungha started pushing back, walking them backwards to her bedroom—to their bedroom.
Neither of them could seem to break away from each other. Soojin kissed down to her neck as Jungha kicked the door open, dragging both of them to bed, where Jungha’s breath hitched as Soojin groped her chest. In the mess of limbs and wet kisses, she managed to sit on the edge of the bed with Jungha standing between her legs, gripping the front of her shirt.
“Let me see you.” Soojin pulled back just to find the last hole of her button-up, finally pushing it off her arms just so she could access her back and unclasp her bra. Jungha made a startled sound, not expecting to be stripped that soon, but she welcomed it either way. “Hm, new jewelry?”
“Y-Yeah.” She sounded winded, going weak at the knees when Soojin didn’t quite kiss where she anticipated. Soojin held Jungha by her waist as if to keep her from squirming away, where she pressed her lips at the center of Jungha’s chest, slowly working her way to the right, suckling on her breast hard enough that it made her gasp. “S’your favorite color.”
Jungha normally sported regular barbel studs for her nipple piercings, but for once, she was wearing something with color. The pink gems were a nice touch; it was a lovely surprise to see after being deprived of the view. “It looks pretty on you, baby.”
“Thank you—ah.”
Soojin closed her mouth around her, tongue lapping over her nipple, making her shudder. It was a familiar sensation—the softness of Jungha’s breast and the metallic taste of her piercing in her mouth. She sucked and played with the bud with both tongue and occasionally teeth, whatever made Jungha whimper more, just as she groped her other breast. Truth be told, Soojin could do this for hours, but Jungha would have whined about her doing more.
And then Soojin bit down with more intention, just to make Jungha physically jolt and yelp in pain. Unsurprisingly, she slapped Soojin’s arm. “Unnie!”
“Couldn’t help myself.” Soojin hummed, pressing one more kiss to her chest before leaning back on her hands. She found herself laughing softly, earning a confused look from Jungha. “Oh, whoops, I forgot to take off my lipstick.”
It made for an endearing sight, at least—the view of Jungha covered in lipstick stains. Her lips were smudged with it and had a trail going down to her chest, something that Soojin needed to take it upon herself to snap a quick photo on her phone before tossing it back on the bed. Jungha giggled at that. “Unnie, you’ll have plenty of chances to see my tits.”
“In case I want to see it while I’m at work.” Soojin tugged her closer by the beltloops of her jeans, scooting back on the bed. “Take this off for me, Jungha-yah.”
Jungha pouted. “You have too many clothes on.”
“Okay, okay. I suppose,” she chuckled and abided by her wishes. Soojin tugged her shirt off, discarding it on the floor and decided to take off her bra, too—and Jungha was practically on her in seconds, stealing another wet kiss. “Easy, sweetheart.”
“Fuck, you’re so hot.” Jungha muttered under her breath. “Kept comparing everyone to you, unnie. No one compares to you.”
“Mm?” Soojin thumbed at the button of her jeans. “How so?”
“None of them kiss me like you.” The fact that Jungha has kissed other people did not sit well with Soojin, invoking a possessive streak that she wasn’t prepared to show again. “And none of them treat me the way you do, unnie. I dunno, feels like you can read my mind all the fucking time. You make me feel warm all over and treat me like a princess. . .most of the time.”
“Most of the time,” she echoed. Soojin managed to unzip her jeans before she guided Jungha’s mouth back to hers, licking into her mouth, using her other hand to slip down Jungha’s jeans and press her fingers to her clothed cunt. “Awh, does my baby miss me that much?”
Embarrassed, Jungha hid her face in her shoulder. “Shut up.”
“You’re soaking down here, Jungha.” Soojin cooed into her ear, nudging her fingers beneath Jungha’s underwear to touch her bud, earning a whine. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me, baby."
“Unnie, please.” Jungha couldn’t help but buck her hips, trying to rub against Soojin’s fingers as they rubbed circles into her bud. “Don't tease me.”
“I think you can handle a bit of teasing, actually.” She chose not to either way. Instead, Soojin pulled at the belt loops, wanting to get Jungha out of her clothes as soon as humanly possible. “Come on, let me taste you again.”
The way Jungha’s pupils dilated upon hearing that made Soojin giggle. “Oh.”
Seven months felt like an eternity while they were apart, but seven months was not long enough to forget what the look in Jungha’s eyes meant—that puppy-like gaze, with extra desperation sprinkled in to coax out Soojin’s permission. It was endearing. Jungha still sought after a ‘yes’ when they hadn't even fucked in months, awaiting her signal like a fucking puppy to her master.
“Get to it, baby.” Soojin kissed her cheek and withdrew her fingers, taking note of how thick her slick was as it coated them. “Ah, you got worked up so easily, Jungha-yah.”
As if Jungha wasn’t already turned on by Soojin, her face turned a bright red at the sight of Soojin sucking her fingers clean with her mouth, deliberately showing Jungha the way she dragged it over her own tongue and closed her lips around her fingers. Soojin made sure she held Jungha’s gaze and didn't break it even when those bright doe eyes seemed to be pleading for more.
Jungha felt too embarrassed to speak, and shook her head wordlessly, trying to distract herself by kicking off her pants. “It’s been a while. . .”
“A while, huh?” Soojin scooted back towards the pillows and laid down comfortably, where she managed to send her a pointed look and beckon her closer, watching her eyebrows raise in question. “Don’t be like that, baby. Take a seat.”
“Oh my god, you’re even going to ease me into it?” She looked scandalized. “Unnie, you’re terrible.”
“I will be if you don’t listen.”
That was more than enough encouragement for Jungha to crawl towards her, albeit with hesitation, that didn’t stop Soojin from immediately grabbing hold of her thighs and pulling Jungha to where she actually wanted her to be. Soojin pressed her lips wherever they could reach as Jungha’s knees settled on either side of her head.
And perhaps this was more for Soojin’s own self-indulgence than it was for Jungha. There was nothing more gratifying than working her lips up her thighs, getting closer and closer to where she knew Jungha wanted it most, until she let her mouth part open and her tongue tease around her folds, and already, Jungha needed to grip the headboard as her only means of steadying herself.
There was no ceremony, no warning. Soojin wrapped her arms around Jungha’s thighs to keep her in place as she pressed her tongue flat against her bud, making her jolt and whine above her. “F-Fuck, unnie—”
Soojin hummed at that and did it again, this time, closing her mouth around her clit, suckling on it eagerly. Jungha tasted fucking fantastic. Her scent easily filled her lungs, hot and wet slick falling on Soojin’s tongue as she tried sliding down a notch on the bed, digging her fingers into Jungha’s thighs before she pressed her tongue inside her cunt.
“O-Oh, unnie.” Jungha moaned and her lower half started to move in its own. She couldn't escape Soojin’s grasp even if she tried, not when Soojin made it a goal to devour her and dip her tongue into every single crevice she could reach. Jungha was left to just take it. “Fuck, your mouth—feels so good, unnie.”
Soojin took that as her cue to keep going, to lap up every drop, alternating between her lips and her tongue when eating Jungha’s dripping pussy. It aroused Soojin more than anything to feel her start to shake, to give into the pleasure, to slowly rock her hips and grind down on Soojin’s mouth. She could hear the headboard creak as Jungha clutched it tightly, whimpering above her.
It only drove Jungha to shed that layer of reservation and embarrassment. There was a time that Jungha made the happiest noises getting to sit on Soojin’s face, and it took a long time for her to feel comfortable just putting even a fraction of her weight down—but it came to both of them quickly.
As Jungha was practically humping her face, finding that sweet spot and focusing on that alone, Soojin darted her tongue around her clit and licked around it messily, listening to the sound of Jungha’s moans turn breathy and desperate. She knew Jungha was close; Jungha had a habit of squirming away when she was, so Soojin kept her in place, like she was forcing Jungha to fuck herself on Soojin’s tongue.
“Unnie, mmm,” she whined, her movements growing frantic. “Soojin, please. I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come, fuckfuck—”
Bruises might just form on Jungha’s hips from how tightly Soojin gripped them. Jungha stilled above her, her cunt fluttering and twitching, letting out a small gasp as if shocked by herself, yet still slowly rolling her hips to ride off her climax. It was hot, literally and metaphorically. Soojin’s face felt warm for obvious reasons, but even more so knowing she could still make Jungha come just by her mouth alone, and wasn't that such a nice ego boost?
Soojin kissed around her labia, patiently waiting for Jungha to recollect herself before she came to her senses and lifted her cunt away from her face, falling down on the bed. Soojin huffed a laugh, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Think you held back on me there.”
“Shut up, god, you're crazy,” Jungha swallowed hard, heaving a breath. “Didn’t wanna suffocate you.”
“Please, you sat on my face while you were drunk once. Full fucking body weight and it was the hottest thing ever.” Soojin laughed, blindly reaching for Jungha so she could pull her back. “Come on, give me a kiss.”
That—Jungha had no problem doing. She rolled onto her side and shuffled closer, just until Soojin was able to meet her lips in the middle and kiss her messy, wanting to taste her mouth, too. Soojin’s hands found purchase on her waist while Jungha was trying to undo the front of the slacks, whining a hurried, “Unnie, off.”
It took some work to take off her own clothes with Jungha refusing to let up, her soft lips pressing everywhere and anywhere she could reach that it made Soojin laugh, pinching her arm. “Sweetheart, how am I supposed to take off my pants when you’re in the way?”
As if it was such a major nuisance, Jungha huffed and rolled off her, flopping back onto the bed—coincidentally, she landed on her side of the bed where she laid. Soojin used the brief time she was given to lift her hips and push down off in one go, toeing it off and shoving it off the bed with her foot. Jungha was practically climbing back on top of her in an instant, mouthing along Soojin’s stomach all the way up to her mouth.
And they kissed all messy and desperate, more desperate than the first, and it felt heavenly. Soojin adored more than anything having Jungha pressed against her like this, her pretty and perky breasts smushed between their chests as Jungha tried to get as close as she could before whining into the kiss.
Jungha couldn’t help the way her hips twitch, her knees spreading as she hesitantly started to rock her hips and—oh, was that such an interesting thing she did.
“Does my sweetheart want to do the work?” Soojin posed the question with a bit of a tease, but she still encouraged her movements, sliding a hand down to her hip. “Ah, what happened to my pillow princess in the months I wasn’t there to pleasure you, hm?”
“Started humping my pillow more often, sometimes with a vibrator,” Jungha confessed. “Uhm—I’ve got some practice but. . .it’s not the same.”
“Ah, I really spoiled you, didn’t I?” And Soojin wouldn’t have it any other way. There was some kind of satisfaction knowing that Jungha was forced to take pleasuring herself into her own hands in those months they were apart, because for the most part of their relationship (actually, the entirety of the relationship), Soojin could make her come without letting Jungha lift a single finger. “Go on, show unnie how you’ve been pleasuring yourself.”
Jungha chewed on her lower lip and nodded. She was already on top, so she gently repositioned Soojin’s legs, making space for herself as she planted a hand on the nearest pillow and the other pressing down on Soojin’s shoulder. She looked visibly out of her element and it was so endearing. “Unnie.”
“Yeah, just like that, baby.” Soojin reassured her. “Spread your knees a bit more—there you go.”
“Fuck.” The second Jungha lowered herself, she made a breathy moan as their bodies pressed together, followed by a much louder one when she found the perfect position that let their cunts lined up perfectly. “Fuck, unnie—mmph.”
Soojin didn’t even know what was more arousing: the hot and soaking sensation against her cunt, sending shivers down her spine when their bodies made a sickly wet squelch at just the first contact—or the absolutely enthralling view of Jungha on top of her, her bright eyes filled with such unbridled lust as she rolled her hips, trying to find her own rhythm, and her eyebrows knitted together in concentration trying to make both of them feel good and god, she loved Jungha so fucking much.
Soojin’s fingers dug into the meat of her ass and guided her movements, her free hand taking a handful of Jungha’s hair and pulling her down for another kiss, swallowing her whimpers as she made her hips stutter. Soojin tried to meet her halfway, matching Jungha’s pace, groaning at the slick sounds of their pussies grinding together.
But it only resulted in Jungha mindlessly humping her, falling back into old habits, and Soojin just smiled against her lips. Spoiled, spoiled thing. Jungha was practically leaking like a faucet, making an absolute mess between them as she circled her hips.
Jungha whined, trying to press down harder, letting her clit rub against Soojin’s. Her name was close to slipping off Jungha’s tongue that she could almost taste it, so Soojin finally decided to give her some relief and make an attempt to swap their positions—which hardly took any effort at all.
When Jungha ended up on the pillows, a sight that she had long been accustomed to seeing, Soojin pressed her thighs back and leaned over her—almost as if she were mounting Jungha, with her exposed pussy glistening and twitching in anticipation. “How does that feel, baby? Better?”
“Better.” The look on Jungha’s face was nothing short of aroused. “Better view, too.”
A fond laugh. “I like this view, too.”
Soojin rocked her hips once, twice, and it felt like muscle memory kicking in as she grinded against Jungha’s clit, and the pleasure was both familiar and jarring at the same time. It all came crashing down on her; the sight of Jungha peering up at her through her lashes, the sound of Jungha’s pretty moans that sounded like a melody, the scent of Jungha’s perfume filling her lungs, the taste of Jungha’s lips against hers.
It was hard to resent someone like Jungha when she came undone so quickly and clung to Soojin like her dear life depended on it. If anything, it only fueled that small egotistic part of her—the part of her that knew she was irreplaceable, that she could only wish Jungha good luck in finding a partner to fulfill all her needs the way she did.
Soojin knew Jungha best, and she knew what made her moan the loudest; she knew that Jungha liked being pinned down like this, knew that Jungha liked being kissed through it all, and she knew Jungha liked most especially—
“Fuck, unnie loves you so much, baby.” Soojin said through clenched teeth, her breathing short, rutting down hard and frantic. It made Jungha’s lower body spasm beneath her, trying to mimic her movements. “I missed you.”
“I love—I love you, ah—”Jungha let out a broken moan and wrapped her arms around Soojin’s waist, sobbing in pure ecstasy. “Soojin-ah, I’m so close, I’m close—”
Soojin was practically putting her full weight down as she rocked forward. Jungha’s legs tried pressing together out of habit, her beautiful moans turning into choked gasps until she abruptly stilled and bucked her hips up. Soojin didn’t stop. She wanted to hear Jungha whine again, so she kept rubbing their cunts together until Jungha had no choice but to push her away.
“Unnie, stop, stop.” Jungha murmured, yet she was still trying to ride out her climax with the way she circled her hips. “S-Slowly.”
“What’s wrong, sweetheart? You’re sensitive this soon?” Soojin raised herself on one arm, tucking her own hair behind her ear. She should have kept it tied up. “Hm, you touched yourself recently, didn’t you?”
“Maybe. . .” Jungha’s face was flushed red. Soojin didn’t know it, but the way her black hair swooped over her shoulder and barely covered her breasts was a breathtaking sight, paired with the enamored look in her eyes. “Ah, stop looking at me like that, unnie.”
“Like what, sweetheart?”
Jungha licked over her lower lip, catching her breath. “What was it about comparing me to a fruit tart?”
Soojin laughed at that one. Her hands squeezed Jungha’s thighs, decidedly shuffling away to give her a breather, but as if they were on the same wavelength, they both looked down between their bodies where an obscenely thick string of slick connected them. They were a mess. Hell, it even reached down to their thighs.
Jungha pressed her knees together and laid on her side, suddenly conscious of accidentally leaking over the sheets. "We definitely need a towel.”
It was an endearing sight. Soojin never felt happier than to have the love of her life lay in their bed again and come to the realization that she was shamelessly dripping with lust—but she didn’t seem guilty about it. Rather, Jungha settled quite comfortably like this, briefly glancing back at Soojin with her wide doe eyes.
She probably should get a towel to save themselves the mess—but in Soojin’s mind, those few seconds it would take to grab a fresh towel and lay it on the bed would be too many precious seconds wasted. It wasn’t worth the effort.
In Soojin’s lovesick mind, it was more important to make up for the months they’ve been apart.
However—she seemed to forget that Jungha could read her like an open book, because as Soojin tried to slide right beside her and steal yet another kiss, Jungha stopped her midway and kissed her cheek instead, giggling at the confused look on her face. “Soojin unnie, you haven’t forgotten already what it means when I ask for a towel, right?”
A stare.
“Unnie, it hasn’t been that long.”
Soojin blinked and gave another long, hard stare, wondering why now of all times Jungha was trying to play mind games with her, and—oh. “Oh. Oh, we’re doing that already?”
Jungha gently shoved her away with her foot against her stomach and sent Soojin a flying kiss. “Hurry up, please.”
Jungha knew deep inside she was going to find her way back to Soojin one way or another.
In all the handful of dates she had been on, trying to fill the empty void instead of reflecting with her decision, it became evident that the small things she nitpicked at—the behavior, reaction, and even the demeanor of her dates—they all were subject to the same scrutiny in which they all failed to live up to her standard of Kim fucking Soojin.
It always seemed to funnel through the same thought process: ah, they're so beautiful and funny, but wait—was this one still friends with their ex? Oh, this one came off a little too strong and likely just wanted to fuck. This one was too shy. Soojin was a delicious balance of confidence and humility. Ah, this one is career-oriented and motivated in life, but so was Soojin. Oh, she likes to cook? So does Soojin. What qualities do you offer that compare to—
It was an endless cycle. Jungha was just happy to have some company and get to know new people, but it was all so lacking. Her and Soojin had been together for well over three years—and also lived together for same amount of time; sue her.
Jungha could not unlove Soojin, and she certainly could not unlearn all the things that made her love Soojin.
She couldn’t unlearn Soojin’s silliness when they were in private and in public, so effortlessly funny with a humor that Jungha couldn’t find elsewhere. She couldn’t unlearn how it felt to sit in Soojin’s gentle presence when Jungha was heavy with exhaustion, like a burnout that scorched her bones. She couldn’t unlearn Soojin’s patience when her temper ran short, but also couldn’t unlearn Soojin’s attempts at controlling her own temper when Soojin’s own patience was running thin.
And she could never unlearn the way Soojin kissed her—with her plump and pillowy soft lips pressed against her pierced ones, sometimes gentle, sometimes hungry, almost always lovingly. Soojin kissed her until their last breath, and she’d do it over and over again until Jungha was delirious.
A part of Jungha should feel guilty for barging back into her life without so much as a text, totally cutting her off in hopes of moving in, but knowing Soojin, she was going to make Jungha repent one way or another. Jungha would simply just have to take it.
Even when Jungha was sprawled out on their bed, with her legs sprawled open, with Soojin tightening her hand into Jungha’s thigh with one hand while the other palmed against her clit, fingers pressed deep inside Jungha’s pussy—she wasn’t going to complain if Soojin wanted to fuck an orgasm out of her before Jungha could even get what she asked for.
“Unnie, unnie,” Jungha sobbed, her toes curling as she dug her heels into the bed, sliding against the towel laid beneath her. “Soojin unnie, oh my fuck—”
Soojin crooked her fingers inside her walls, pumping them in and out with more force than speed, making Jungha’s body twitch and burn with blinding hot desire. She could never be satisfied with her own fingers, never hit the right places when she did it alone and was in desperate need for something fill her.
But with Soojin’s long and slender fingers, the prettiest pair that Jungha had the luxury of holding, they felt even better inside her, repeatedly pressing into her sweet spot with three fucking fingers, making such lewd and embarrassingly wet noises.
“God, you’re dripping all over my hand, Jungha,” Soojin huffed a laugh. “Your pussy missed my fingers that much?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” Jungha clutched her pillow, subconsciously letting her knees fall closer to her chest. “Like that, fuck—I’m gonna come, unnie, please.”
Soojin let go of her thigh in favor of dragging Jungha’s hand down to her bud, to which Jungha herself didn’t even think to do, too overwhelmed with Soojin stuffing her full of her fingers and kissing up her legs. Jungha felt electricity shoot up her spine as her back arched off the bed, an impending orgasm clawing at her insides.
With a vice-like grip, Soojin pressed down on Jungha’s stomach and pinned her down to the bed, angling her wrist just right that Jungha couldn’t even make a goddamn sound. “Shit—come on, sweetheart, let me see you squirt on my fingers.”
Jungha’s mouth fell open, but nothing came out except small breathy noises as her eyes closed shut, rubbing her clit in small circles, the other hand fisting the sheets. Soojin’s fingers picked up in pace, fucking her cunt relentlessly. Tension completely engulfed her body, and for a moment, she almost couldn’t breathe.
The most ironic part was that she almost resisted it—almost. Jungha felt a tight clench in her abdomen until she realized she was holding back. All it took was one accidental glance at Soojin, who’s gaze was heady and intense, her attention focused solely on her with an eyebrow raised as if she was offended—that Jungha could almost hear it in her eyes before it left Soojin’s mouth: “Let go, baby. Why are you holding back on me?”
A violent wave of pleasure racked her body. Jungha didn’t register it at first, like the shock made her mind go blank, like her brain disconnected from her body, because truth be told, she hadn’t come this fucking hard in months. The only thing that brought her back was Soojin still fucking her cunt through her orgasm.
“There’s my good girl, fuck. I missed feeling you cum on my fingers,” Soojin hissed, massaging her bud, kissing her waist. “Made such a mess, sweetheart.”
It left her winded and made her heart pound against her chest. Jungha trembled beneath her touch and tried to catch her breath, tried to refocus her vision when she didn’t even realize it was blurry to begin with. She felt the dampness between her thighs, but she could only assume how much more drenched Soojin’s hand was—maybe even her arm, but knowing her, Soojin didn’t care.
“Unnie,” Jungha mewled, watching a grin spread on her lover’s lips. “You’re gonna kill me.”
There was still a hungry gaze in Soojin’s eyes; there lied the cause of Jungha’s death: “One more, baby.”
“Fuck, you’re terrible.” And yet, she wasn’t going to stop either. “Soojin unnie, you haven’t even come at all.”
“Jungha, I don’t really care. You know this.” Soojin chuckled, finally reaching for her leather harness that made Jungha stir again in interest. With a few kisses to her legs, Soojin slid off the bed. “Let me have my fun. I love fucking my pillow princess stupid.”
This was Soojin in her element, she liked to think—Soojin and her gentle dominance. Jungha didn’t realize how she resisted it at first, thinking that she should also be actively trying to pleasure Soojin in return, because why was it they could go a several nights with Jungha coming several times while her lover hadn’t come at all? That was during the earlier months of their relationship; now, they both knew where they derived their pleasure from.
And god, did Jungha learn how good it was to give up full control and give it all to Soojin—the reason why everyone severely lacked in comparison. No one could even amount to the intensity of Soojin’s gaze alone or make Jungha feel the way she did being under that loving, unabashdedly possessive gaze of hers.
Nothing was ever going to compare to watching Soojin put on her strap, tightening it around her waist and pelvis, adjusting her pretty pink and opaque cock, tossing a bottle of lube on the bed, tying up her smooth black hair and—oh, Soojin was going to fucking ruin her.
It felt erotic just watching Soojin like this that it made Jungha’s cunt throbbed at the sight. She found herself tightly pressing her knees together, sliding a finger between her folds as if it would help alleviate the ache. Jungha wanted to laugh at herself, because she really was soaking, like her body absolutely needed Soojin in every way possible.
As Soojin crawled back into bed, she pried Jungha’s legs back open and positioned herself between them, running her hands up Jungha’s thighs. “Ah, my sweetheart is so pretty.”
Jungha swallowed hard as Soojin adjusted her strap again. She knew she took a quick minute to wash it in the bathroom, but the thought crossed her mind when Soojin was slicking it up with an generous amount of lube—not that she needed a lot, but it would make slipping it in much more comfortable.
“Unnie,” she looked up at her. “Did you. . .also see other people?”
“No.” Her answer was firm. Soojin made sure to hold her gaze when she said it. “And if you’re asking if I fucked anyone with this or in general, the answer is also no.”
Jungha didn’t know why she felt comforted by that, satisfied even. “Okay.”
Briefly, her jaw clenched. “I feel a little bit offended that you asked me that.”
“Sorry, was just curious,” she murmured. “I, uhm—I didn’t let anyone fuck me, unnie, if you were thinking the same. Maybe I made out with a few, but—”
“Jungha, I don’t need to know.” It sounded like there was jealousy laced into her words, or maybe she was trying to scale back on it altogether. “And I don’t care what you did with your dates. Frankly, I don’t like that you were kissed by other people and I—just don’t, okay?”
“‘m sorry.” A timid nod. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Soojin took a deep breath to calm herself. Finally, she toyed with the tip of her cock, rubbing it between her folds. “I’m not mad at you, by the way. You know I get. . .”
“Jealous. I know, unnie.” Jungha reassured her. Who else would know about Soojin’s jealousy? It changed her demeanor, the air around her would turn cold, and if they were in public, her hand would never leave her waist. And if they were in private like now—well, Jungha might not even survive the night if she fanned the flames. “It's only you, Soojin.”
Soojin only hummed in acknowledgement. She focused her attention to Jungha’s pussy, deliberately taking her time as she dragged her cockhead down from her clit to the opening of her cunt, and it made such a lovely wet sound. “At least I can say I’m the only one who can make you feel this good.”
Jungha was practically holding her breath, wanting to nudge her lover inside, but it was just as captivating to watch Soojin enjoy herself—and to just look at her; Soojin and her sharp features, from her full brows to her plush lips, to her breasts that rested heavily on her chest, to the curve of her waist, to her bony and double-jointed fingers wrapped around her pink cock—Jungha felt hot all over again.
And it was true: it was and always going to be Soojin who made her delirious with pleasure.
At the first press of her cock, Jungha gasped, her eyes instinctively looking back up at Soojin, who was so clearly enamoured by the sight of her cunt swallowing the length of her that she the quiet moan she let out turned Jungha on even more.
“Unnie, your cock—s’too much.” The stretch was overwhelming, felt like being stuffed to the brim when Jungha hadn’t taken anything bigger than Soojin’s cock in—months. Even as she released her breath, it was hard to breathe when Soojin started to lean over and fold her in half. “I’m too sensitive.”
“What’s this? My baby girl can’t take it anymore?” Gently, Soojin tucked a hair behind Jungha’s ear, looking at her with pity. It didn’t quite match up with the way she abruptly shoved her hips forward, fully bottoming out, making Jungha cry out as her cock forced its way deeper inside her. “But you were so eager to have me fuck you properly, weren’t you?”
Jungha nodded frantically, tears starting to sting her eyes.
“Oh, tears aren’t going to work on unnie, baby. Not this time,” Soojin cooed at her. “Be a good girl for me and take it. I know you can.”
“I—yes, yes, unnie,” she managed to say. “I’ll be good.”
Soojin didn’t even bother giving her room to find her bearings. Jungha let out another broken moan as her lover rolled her hips, all languid and cautious until it snowballed into a faster, much deeper pace—like Soojin herself was quickly remembering how exactly Jungha liked to be fucked and what made her fall apart the quickest.
It set Jungha’s body ablaze, coaxing breathy moans out of her mouth. She was truly helpless now that Soojin caged her in, forcing her cunt to stretch her cock, pounding into her with wet and sloppy sounds filling the silence of their bedroom. Her body rocked with every thrust, to which Soojin groped her tits and thumbed over her nipples.
As if fucking her within an inch of her life wasn’t enough, she felt Soojin’s hand drop down to her clit once more, and the choked cry Jungha made was indicative enough that she was reaching her limits. Jungha tried to reach down and wrap a hand around her wrist, but it only made Soojin take it into her own and pin it above Jungha’s head, and fuck—Soojin’s heady and hungry stare made her pussy throb. “Behave, sweetheart.”
“Sorry, ‘m sorry,” Jungha didn’t dare to interfere after that. She was trembling still, twitching from overstimulation, yet it felt all so addictive being filled up over and over. It was driving her to tears, especially when Soojin kept gradually rubbing her clit at a quicker pace. “Soojin-ah, fuck, think I’m gonna come again.”
“Baby’s gonna come on unnie’s cock, hm?" Soojin grinned, clearly frenzied by the way fresh tears stained Jungha’s face, watching as she tried to blink away the bleariness in her eyes. “Look at me, baby.”
Jungha tried, she genuinely did and she couldn’t even tell if she listened. It felt like she couldn’t hear the words when her mind drowned out everything and only focused on the sensation of Soojin’s cock fucking her open, hard and deep, practically trying to rip another orgasm out of Jungha and leave her shaking.
It was only when she felt Soojin clutch her face between her fingers, that she snapped out of her haze, and was met by that familiar look in her eyes. “Jungha-yah.”
“Unnie,” she gasped, fingers weakly reaching out and curling around her harness to tug her closer, deeper. “Soojin unnie, please.”
“Don’t ever leave me again, Jungha, you hear me?” Soojin said; somehow, only she could make something so vulnerable sound so possessive. “No one is ever going to love you like I do—as much as I do.”
“I won’t. I promise, unnie. I won’t—I won’t ever do it again.” It came out as a choked sob. “I’m yours.”
Pressing a wet kiss to Jungha’s mouth, swallowing her weak cries, Soojin slammed her hips once, thrice, her slick fingers rubbing Jungha’s raw and sensitive bud. The twinge of pain paired with waves of pleasure crashing down on her left Jungha gasping for air, conflicted between pushing Soojin away and pulling her as close as she possibly could.
But there she was, pinned down to the mattress with her legs tightly wrapping around Soojin, unable to control her tears. Heat boiled in her core until it was spilling over, and another mess was made.
Jungha whined high in her throat and pulled Soojin down to kiss her, because that was the only thing she was capable of doing; letting her body tremble as another orgasm consumed her, whimpering against her lips, with barely half a mind to even relish in the way Soojin’s chest weighed down on her.
It was unclear if Soojin intentionally tried to shift around, causing her hips to move and jostle her cock inside Jungha’s already-sensitive cunt, but it resulted in Jungha nearly biting down hard on Soojin’s bottom lip, earning a sharp hiss.
Suddenly, her lover was entangling her drenched fingers into her hair, tugging at the roots as Soojin licked into her mouth and bit back—maybe not as hard, but enough to make Jungha wince, to placate her. It was driving her insane that all she could do was cry it out, and even then, Soojin still had the audacity to laugh.
“There’s my good girl, so perfect for me,” Soojin praised, raising herself on her arms. “Ah, you did so well, Jungha-yah. Unnie will take care of you, don’t worry. Just cry it out, baby.”
A pout formed on her lips. Jungha’s mind was all muddled, making it hard to form any coherent sentences. She sniffled softly and tried to blink away her tears, peering up at Soojin, who carefully wiped away her tears as well. “Unnie, kiss.”
Soojin did exactly that. She gave her a firm peck on her lips, giving her hips a good squeeze. “Gonna pull out now.”
Jungha shivered when Soojin pulled out with yet another wet squelch, and an unpleasant empty sensation left her frowning. At the same time, she could hardly move an inch, laying on a soaked towel with her thighs equally as wet and sticky. “Soojin unnie, I’m dead. I’m gonna pass out.”
“Mhm.” Soojin sighed in content. Such a strange lover, this one. Jungha could still never wrap her around the fact this was pleasurable to her, but it was welcomed either way—even if it meant leaving her a writhering, wet mess. “I’ll wipe you down if you don’t want to shower.”
“I do want to shower.”
“Okay.” She wasted no time undoing the leather straps in favor of tossing her harness aside. Soojin was sweating, and Jungha was absolutely certain that light sheen on her chest wasn’t just sweat. “Jungha?”
A glance. “Unnie.”
“Move back in with me, will you?” A chuckle. “It’s lonely here.”
Jungha managed to turn on her side. Truth be told, she had been looking for another place to crash—and self-preservation wasn’t particularly something that existed between them. “Only if you help me pack.”
“Deal.” Soojin kissed her shoulder and sat upright, looking back at her with a lovesick grin. “Up, sweetheart. We need to strip the bed.”
Jungha immediately rolled onto her front, letting out a tired groan. “Two minutes.”
One night wasn’t going to makeup for seven months of separation—but it certainly was enough for both of them to know that they were going to be recover; because Soojin had too much love to give, because Jungha only knew how to give love her all.
Soojin had a window in her bedroom, the sheer curtains pulled close together. Upon closer inspection, Jungha realized the plants she left behind were sitting on the windowsill; the houseplants she left behind had sturdy stems and vibrant leaves, but what Jungha really struggled to care for were the orchids.
And yet, there they were, sitting on the windowsill with a few fully bloomed flowers.
They should be in bed by now, especially after such an emotionally high-strung closure that was overdue, but neither of them seemed to feel the need to rush the night. It didn’t matter if it was two in the morning.
Instead, Jungha noticed the shears neatly stored in one of the drawers, and held it out to Soojin. “Please?”
Instead of calling it a night, Jungha sat comfortably on a stool while Soojin held the hair shears, snipping away at Jungha’s hair that had grown way past her shoulders. It wasn’t a big ask or anything—rather, it was a kind of maintenance that only Soojin ever took care of; it was convenient for Jungha, and it was also a strangely intimate act of service for Soojin.
Above all, it was healing. Soojin was no expert hairdresser, but she knew the basics; she knew how to part, how to hold the scissors, how short Jungha liked her hair. All Jungha had to do was sit still and let her take care of the rest.
And when Soojin cleaned up the ends of her hair, using a comb to smoothen it out and check for any uneven sections. She felt mildly impressed with herself when she didn’t royally mess up a simple hair trim. Soojin gently brushed off any hair trimmings from her neck before pulling the towel off her shoulders.
“There, much better.” She carded her fingers through Jungha’s hair. “A fresh look.”
At a few minutes past two in the morning, Jungha looked as beautiful as the night she walked away. Seven months worth of hair growth sat on the bathroom floor, ready to be swept up and disposed; to be forgotten. Soojin was always going to respect whatever style her lover chose, but she personally preferred Jungha with shorter hair.
“It looks good.” Jungha played around with it, ruffled it up, finding herself looking much—brighter now, happier. “Thank you, Soojin unnie.”
“You’re welcome,” Soojin nodded. “I’ll just sweep up here and then I’ll join you in bed, yeah?”
“Okay.” A small smile. “Ah, we still have a lot to talk about.”
“We do.” Unsurprisingly, neither of them seem all that worried about it. Jungha turned around on the stool, facing her. Soojin smiled back at her and leaned in to kiss her cheek. “But that’s something we can revisit tomorrow. We’ll be okay, Jungha. Don’t worry your pretty head over it, hm?”
She nodded, perhaps with a bit of hesitation. “You're really okay with me moving back in so soon?”
“Jungha, don't ask silly questions.” When Soojin continued to fuss around with her bangs, tucking away the little hair wisps, she cradled the side of her face. “You promised to make it up to me, so we’ll start from there.”
“Yes, unnie.” Jungha leaned further into the palm of her hand. “I love you, I really do. I’m sorry for what I did.”
“Enough, we can save our apologies for tomorrow—or later, actually. I think I need sleep before we get to that,” Soojin said. “I love you, Jungha. We’ll be better this time.”
In the quiet of their bedroom, Jungha knocked out first, clinging to her lover in her sleep, whereas Soojin kept drawing shapes into her back and waited for slumber to consume her. This hadn't changed; Jungha had no problem falling asleep, and Soojin—not so much. Eventually, Soojin squeezed her even tighter and forced her eyes shut, willing herself to sleep.
In the morning, Junga was still in her arms, and that alone was enough to ease all of Soojin’s worries.