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san doesn't know what compels her to make the hasty decision to pull over on the side of the road and pick up the hitchhiker. maybe it’s a lapse in judgement and self preservation. maybe it’s the part of her that has to be a good samaritan like her mother always instilled in her.
or maybe it’s the way the girl is in a full-blown wedding gown, slightly dirty but still elegant and making her stick out like a sore thumb all the same.
the little angel on san’s shoulder whispers in her ear that it’s not safe for a woman to hitchhike ‘round these parts, especially so close to the edge of the city. anyone could pick her up and next thing you know, her pretty face is on the back of a milk carton.
sighing, san flashes the hazard lights on her pickup truck and pulls over to the side of the road. she sees the woman’s face brighten as she meets san’s gaze. san didn’t even think about the very possible fact that maybe the frazzled looking woman in a battered up wedding dress could be a crazy murderer.
well, it’s too late now she supposes.
“thank you so much,” the woman starts as she opens the door to the passenger side. “you have no idea how long i’ve been walking down this road just hoping for anyone to take pity on me.” she closes the door but tsks when the bottom part of the poofy dress gets stuck in it. she opens the door again and frowns, mouth curling down in distaste.
she looks over at san hopefully. “you wouldn’t happen to have a pair of scissors in this dinosaur, would you?”
san blinks. “dinosaur…?” she shakes her head, not even bothering to comment on the blatant insult to her baby. “check in the glove compartment,” she says, pointing. “might be somethin’ there for you.”
the woman makes a happy noise when she spots a rusted pair of scissors wedged in the back of the compartment. “hold on just a moment, please!” she slides out of the car but keeps the door open.
san watches in quiet fascination as the woman bends down and starts cutting at her dress, which, now that san can look at it up close… looks very expensive. there’s embroidered detail all over, like hand-stitched flowers. the dress is modest, with long sleeves that fit the chilly weather of the season well. how short the woman cuts the skirt of the dress… not so much. it shows a devastating amount of tanned thigh and what looks to be a garter sitting pretty high up, near a peek of white lace panties.
san has to force herself to look away, squirming in her seat with her cheeks flushed. now’s not the time to be ogling a pretty woman, no matter how much soft, smooth skin she’s showing.
“perfect!” the woman chimes as she steps out of the ring of fabric that had fallen to the ground. “looks okay?” she asks as she twirls around in a circle. she looks at san expectantly, a perpetual smile on her face
san swallows and steels her resolve so as to not look below the other’s face. it’s a mighty feat. “yep,” she replies gravelly. she clears her throat at the hoarseness of her voice.
the woman laughs and bends down to grab the bundle of fabric. “mind if i chuck this in the back of your truck?” she asks, batting her lashes prettily.
san can’t find it in herself to care. the woman could swing a bat at san’s head and she would probably thank her for her time. so she nods jerkily and lets out the breath she didn’t realize she was holding when the woman walks toward the bed of her truck.
san tries not to get in her own head about everything. she can’t back out now—it would be cruel of her to change her mind, especially with how grateful the woman looked when san stopped for her. but this whole thing is crazy. she’s only going so far, and she doesn't even know where the woman wants to go.
she jumps when the passenger door slams closed and the woman huffs out a laugh at san’s startled expression. “thanks for the help. that dress was getting in my way.” she puts the scissors back in the glove compartment and grins at san. “i’m wooyoung.” she holds out her hand for san to take.
san’s eyes naturally flit to wooyoung’s empty ring finger. there’s not even an indent where a ring would have been. that makes wooyoung’s ensemble even more confusing.
“san.” san shakes wooyoung’s hand politely and cringes at how sweaty her own hand is. she hopes wooyoung doesn't mind. wooyoung’s hand is soft and dry. a high contrast to san’s.
“san. how fitting. you do look strong and sturdy.” wooyoung leans in and wraps a hand around san’s bicep. she squeezes it and oohs. “you’re so strong, sannie-yah.” she looks up at san from beneath her lashes and smiles coquettishly. “bet you could throw me around if you wanted to, yeah?”
san can feel herself turn red. her close friends might like to joke that she can be as dense as a rock sometimes, but san can tell when she is being blatantly flirted with. and with the way wooyoung is looking at her up and down like a hungry lion in a field full of unknowing gazelles…
well, as previously implied, san’s resolve is weak.
san laughs awkwardly. “i do alright, i suppose,” she responds shyly. she nods toward the road ahead. “so, wooyoung. where are we going?” she puts the car back in drive and merges back onto the nearly empty highway.
wooyoung hums and looks out the window with a faraway look in her eyes. “just forward.” she picks at her cuticles while she says so.
san glances at wooyoung from her peripheral. it’s a vague answer, and definitely warrants further questions, but the sad expression on wooyoung’s face makes san hold her tongue. she’s just a stranger, she has no reason to pick at wooyoung’s personal life the way she so desperately wants to.
“well,” san says eventually. “i’m heading this a way for a while.” she smiles and looks over at wooyoung, who is already looking at her with an open expression. “you’re free to join me for as long as you need to go forward.”
wooyoung gives san a blinding smile. she wipes at her suspiciously glassy eyes, which san ignores pointedly, and laughs softly. “sounds like a plan.”
they drive on for a bit, the flat landscape of the plains passing them by. they spend their time learning small facts about each other, initiated by wooyoung’s insistent pleas on the two of ‘em playing twenty questions. not that san minds, really. wooyoung intrigues her. san kind of wants to ask what the deal is with the wedding attire, but she figures that if wooyoung wants to share, she will on her own terms.
san learns that wooyoung’s family is from the city, her parents being first generation immigrants from south korea who moved for vague work-related reasons. wooyoung says that she was thirteen when they moved and hadn’t practiced her english well enough in school before then. she laughs that she was like a fish out of water on her first day at her american high school.
san talks about her family, how she grew up on the farm she’s currently driving from. she talks about her father’s dojo that she eventually took over when he got too old to take care of it properly.
“so why did your parents leave?” wooyoung asks, resting her chin on her hand as she gives san her full attention. “and why do you still live in the same city you grew up in?”
san shrugs. “my parents were looking for a change of scenery after my dad’s health decreased, and i’ve always been a homebody.” she smiles crookedly. “i’m not the super adventurous type, so i’m content running things at home while my parents enjoy the retired life.”
“i dunno,” wooyoung muses. “i’d say picking up a stranger off the side of the road and driving her around is pretty darn adventurous, don’t ya think?”
san laughs softly. “i suppose. not that i thought too hard on it, honestly,” she admits. “i just saw you there on the side of the road and decided to go for it.”
“so you were born and raised here, then?” wooyoung questions.
san nods. “yep. the chois have owned that farm for decades. it’s kind of a family heirloom, in a way,” she jokes. “i’m the lucky one that got to inherit it this go around.”
“any siblings?” wooyoung asks.
“you seem to be asking lots of questions,” san teases as she smiles. “i thought i was supposed to be able to ask some too.”
wooyoung giggles and twists so she is fully facing san. “sorry, i can’t help it. you’re just so interesting to me.”
“me?” san raises a single brow. “i’m not sure that i’m the more interesting one between the two of us, darling.” san flushes at the surprised noise wooyoung lets out at the casual pet name. she doesn't even know where it came from, it just slipped out in the moment.
“darling?” wooyoung smirks. she runs a playful hand up san’s arm. “that’s cute.”
“slip of the tongue,” san coughs out. she both winces and chuckles at wooyoung’s shriek of laughter. “hey now, this is an enclosed space. try not to burst my eardrums. i kinda need those.” she glances over at wooyoung. “anywho, my little slip up aside, what i said is still true. i think you’re mighty interesting, wooyoung.”
“oh yeah?” wooyoung says. “i think i’m pretty boring actually.”
“now you know that’s not true. i’ve been entertained since the moment you opened my truck in that poofy ensemble you had goin’ on.” san grins teasingly.
wooyoung laughs, but it feels forced. none of the loud cackles that she has been letting out when she finds san particularly amusing. it makes san frown. maybe the dress is a sore subject. she hopes she didn’t offend wooyoung. “i suppose that is kinda weird, huh,” wooyoung remarks weakly. she sounds sad, maybe a little nervous.
aw, dang.
“i’m sorry,” san says sincerely. “i didn’t mean to upset you in any way.” she looks over and hesitantly rests a hand on wooyoung’s knee.
wooyoung smiles, but it doesn't reach her eyes. “you’re alright, cowgirl. don’t even worry about it.”
“cowgirl?” san raises her eyebrows.
wooyoung giggles cutely. “well, what else should i call you!”
“by my name!”
“nah, that’s so formal!” wooyoung argues, a genuine smile on her face. it makes san relax. thank goodness she didn’t upset wooyoung too much. while she is still curious about the story of the dress and exactly why and what wooyoung is running away from… well, the other has no obligations to tell san anything. and that’s that. “we’re gonna be in a confined space together for who knows how long! we should talk casually to each other. i think cowgirl is a cute nickname, anyway!”
san chuckles. “i suppose there are worse things to be called. though, i’m not much of a cowgirl, to be honest.”
“of course you are!” wooyoung shakes her head in disagreement. “you run a whole farm with produce and chickens and cows and everything. i bet you even ride horses and own a cowboy hat.”
san blushes and pouts. “lucky guess,” she grumbles, making wooyoung giggle again.
“anyways, you never answered my question!” wooyoung glares playfully. “do you have any siblings?”
“yeah, i got an older sister,” san confirms. “she was never really built for the farm life, though, much to my parents’ dismay. she was always more interested in fashion and design when we were growing up. she lives in new york city now, working for some fancy brand i can’t even remember the name of.”
“wow, so you guys are like, polar opposites.”
san laughs again. “sure are. we’re still pretty close though, despite our distance and differences from each other. we see each other on christmas and sometimes on my parents’ birthdays, when we’re able to make the drive.”
“that must be nice,” wooyoung says.
“it is. what about you? any siblings?”
wooyoung doesn't answer for a moment, frowning instead, and san is about to apologize again for the seemingly invasive question, when wooyoung responds quietly. “just a younger brother.” she doesn't elaborate further.
they drive in comfortable silence for a bit, but wooyoung gets fidgety and starts fiddling with the ancient stereo system. most of the radio channels exhibit loud and unpleasant crackling noises, which makes san wince, but eventually wooyoung manages to find a working channel playing stereotypical country music—pretty much the only music that’ll be playing in this type of area. that and gospel music, which san would prefer to not have to listen to. she left behind her relationship with god a long time ago, right around the time she realized she liked women just as much as men.
the music is a nice way to fill the silence of the car, but wooyoung eventually goes, “so, where exactly are you headed, cowgirl? i know you said your parents moved away, but you didn’t say to where.”
san chuckles. “i’m… well, i’m driving to california.”
wooyoung’s eyes widen. “cali… california!?” she balks. “you’re driving all the way from texas to california?”
san blinks. “i mean… yeah.”
wooyoung laughs and shakes her head. “well damn. i’ve always wanted to go to california,” she says wistfully. “are we going anywhere near the beach?”
san hums. “kinda? it’s about three hours past my parent’s house, though.”
“oh.” san can hear the disappointment in her voice. she bounces back quickly, though. “well. i guess i’m going to california!” she states. she hesitates. “i mean… that is, if you’re okay with that…” she plays with the hem of her dress and avoids looking at san. “being around me for so long, i mean.”
san huffs out a laugh. she supposes some company wouldn’t be too bad. honestly, she was sort of dreading the long drive and it’s suffocating silence, and having wooyoung here is actually nice. she’s loud and expressive and very talkative. it really is making the time go by faster. san does still have quite a ways to go, too.
“fine by me, princess,” san grins. “as long as you don’t get too sick of me, you’re welcome to stay.”
wooyoung gasps. “princess?! i’ll have you know, i happen to like that nickname, so it’s not the sick comeback you think it is.”
san smiles. “alright then.” she pauses. “think today we’ll go on for a few hundred miles or so. we should be able to cross into new mexico tomorrow morning.”
wooyoung smiles back. “sounds like a plan, cowgirl.”
they stop at a motel for the night when it nears ten pm. wooyoung insists on paying or splitting the charge in half, but san waves her off with a “don’t even worry about it, princess. i got it.” the blush san receives in response is worth the dent in her wallet.
“by the way,” san says casually as they both get situated in the room provided. it’s got the bare essentials: two beds, air conditioning, a bathroom, and a television that looks like it won’t turn on. “do you have anything to change into? that dress can’t be comfortable.” san frowns, looking at the way the sleeves dig into wooyoung’s skin.
wooyoung shrugs. “not really… i didn’t really plan to do this, so…” she trails off, looking at the kitschy painting hung over their beds. her eyes look sad. lost. san so desperately wants to ask her what she means by that, but wooyoung’s mood flips like a switch in an instant, and she smiling over at san. “do ya think there’s any cute boutiques around here? i wouldn’t mind going clothes shopping.”
san ponders. “maybe not boutiques. but i think i saw a kmart a ways down the road.”
“perfect!” wooyoung beams. “i’ve never been to a… kmart before! it sounds exciting! what’s it like?”
san laughs in disbelief. “you don’t know what kmart is? do you live under a rock?”
wooyoung purses her lips. “something like that,” she says vaguely. her eyes have that wandering look in them again, almost like she’s reliving a memory.
“w-well,” san stutters. “it’s kinda like a big lots.” a confused blink. “like an ollie’s?” another confused blink. san tries again. “a small target?”
“ah!” wooyoung exclaims. “i know that one! my mai—my mother shops there a lot! she’s told me about it! it sounds like an exciting place!”
“okay…” san replies, unsure of what to say. “well, we can go tomorrow, then. before we leave.”
wooyoung cheers and flops back onto the bed with an oof. she sighs out. “this is so nice,” she says wistfully. “there’s so much freedom in a place like this.”
san isn’t sure what that is supposed to mean. everything wooyoung says is layered with a veil of mystery. san knows that she is hiding something, probably something big, and she so desperately wants to know and understand what exactly is troubling wooyoung.
but, she barely knows the other girl, so it’s probably best not to pry.
“i’m hungry!” wooyoung declares after a moment of silence. she sits up with a grin. “i think i saw a sign for a twenty-four hour diner further down the road. wanna go there?”
san is a bit hungry, only eating a small breakfast at her house before hitting the road. her stomach answers for her by gurgling loudly, making wooyoung giggle. san flushes in embarrassment.
“i’ll take that as a yes!” wooyoung hops up off the bed and grabs the room key. “let’s go!” she grabs san’s hand to pull her out of the room, making san’s breath hitch at the touch. wooyoung’s hand is so soft and warm. it’s a stark contrast to san’s hands, which are rough and callous from working at the farm.
it only takes them a couple minutes to drive to the diner. the building is lit up brightly, the neon signs glowing harshly in the dark. san has to squint to find a parking spot.
they enter the building, the bell at the door announcing their entrance. the dining area is relatively small, and is decorated like a stereotypical 1950s diner, with a countertop lined with stools and well-worn booths pressed against the opposite wall. there’s a jukebox in the corner playing a queen song and an old soft serve machine next to it with a handmade sign saying ‘out of order’ taped onto it.
“hello!” a soft voice calls from the back. “feel free to seat yourselves, i’ll be out to you in a minute!”
wooyoung picks the first booth she sees and slides in. san sits in the booth across from her. there’s two glossy menus already on the table, so they each take a look at one.
it’s typical diner food—burgers and fries and shakes. san looks up at wooyoung and is surprised to see the other woman looking at the menu like a kid in a candy shop. her eyes are gleaming as they browse the different food options, a giddy smile plastered on her face.
… this girl really is weird.
“sorry about that,” a voice says breathlessly. “had a bit of a mess to clean up back there! i’m seonghwa. do y’all know what you’d like to start with to drink?”
the waitress is pretty, with a long nose and even longer lashes. her hair is pinned behind her ears and she’s wearing a pink waitress outfit that is on theme with the diner. san catches herself staring and coughs, blushing in embarrassment. “i’ll have an iced tea, please.”
seonghwa nods and looks at wooyoung expectantly. wooyoung is looking at her with a guarded expression. “coke float.” her eyes narrow when seonghwa looks back at san and lets them know she’ll be back with their drinks.
when the waitress is out of earshot, san leans forward. “don’t be mean to the nice waitress,” she scolds, pushing her pointer finger into wooyoung’s cheek.
wooyoung huffs and bats the hand away. “i’m not being mean.”
“oh yeah? then why’d you look at her like you wanted to bite her head off?”
wooyoung scoffs and crosses her arms over her chest. “just… didn’t like the way you were looking at her, is all.”
san looks at her, confused. “the way i wa—”
she’s interrupted by seonghwa bringing them their drinks. she sets them down gently and reaches into her apron to grab a pen and notepad. “know what you ladies would like to eat tonight?” she asks.
san nods. “yeah, i’ll just have a burger and fries.” she looks at wooyoung expectantly.
wooyoung is looking up at seonghwa with a bored expression. “same. extra fries.” san kicks her shin under the table, making wooyoung jump and curse. “… please.”
seonghwa smiles kindly. “of course. it’ll be just a moment.” she turns around and walks away.
“that hurt!” wooyoung hisses and retaliates by kicking san back. unfortunately for her, she completely misses and ends up hitting her foot against the bottom of the booth. “fuck!”
san laughs. “that’s what you get. now, tell me. exactly how was i looking at the waitress that’s got you so moody?”
wooyoung pouts and looks outside at the barren road. “just… you were checking her out, that’s all.”
san balks. “i was not!”
“you so were! you could hardly tear your eyes away from her tits!”
“keep your voice down!” san hisses as she glances over to the door leading to the kitchen. she looks back at wooyoung’s pouting face. “i wasn’t checking her out. i just thought she was pretty, but that’s all.” wooyoung curls deeper into herself. “i swear, princess. nothing nefarious goin’ on in my brain or anything.”
“… you promise?” wooyoung asks, voice small.
“yeah, i promise,” san replies sincerely.
once again, it’s like a switch is flipped and wooyoung is grinning again. “alright. you better not be looking at any else’s chest, ya hear me?” wooyoung scolds cutely.
san laughs. “whose am i supposed to be lookin’ at then, princess? yours?” she teases.
wooyoung sputters, her cheeks flushing pink. “no! i just. i mean—oh, shut up, cowgirl!”
laughing again san says, “sorry darling, you’re just so fun to tease. you get all flustered, it’s cute.”
wooyoung pushes out her cheeks cutely. they continue to banter back and forth until their food arrives. wooyoung must have been hungry, because she inhales her food at a ravenous pace, double fisting the burger and fries like it’s her last meal on earth. she has ketchup on the corner of her mouth. it’s a little disgusting, but also extremely endearing.
when they’re both done eating, wooyoung groans happily and rubs at her belly. “god, that was the best food i’ve ever had in my life.” she picks up a menu and immediately squeals. “they’ve got milkshakes here, cowgirl! we should split one!”
san is so full, she feels like she’s going to burst. but wooyoung is just too precious, so she replies, “sure.”
they split a huge strawberry milkshake between the two of them, topped with whipped cream and a cherry. wooyoung giggles when san gets whipped cream on her shirt, and san laughs in return when wooyoung cries from brain freeze.
wooyoung insists on paying the bill since san paid for the motel, and san can only relent after wooyoung’s insistence. she stares in utter shock as wooyoung pulls out a black card from her cleavage and hands it to seonghwa, who is unphased by the action.
san is still staring at her in disbelief when wooyoung looks over. “what?” she asks in a way that almost seems like she’s challenging san to say something.
san shakes her head and says nothing.
they pile back into the car and take the short trip back to the motel. when san pulls in, wooyoung gasps and presses her nose against the glass of the window. “i didn’t realize there was a pool here!” she squeals in delight.
wooyoung seems to view the world with such childlike wonder. it’s confusing, and a little off-putting, but it’s a quirk that san can’t help but be fond of.
“yeah, too bad it’s closed,” san comments as she pulls into the spot in front of their motel door. she turns off the ignition and gets out of the car. she moves to go back into the room, but wooyoung stops her with a hand on her arm. she looks back. “you alright, princess?”
wooyoung nods and bites her lip. “yeah. yes.” she looks back at the pool. “it looks like the gate to the pool is unlocked,” she points out.
“huh. seems to be,” san agrees. she has a feeling she knows where this is going.
wooyoung hums. “and the pool is out of sight from the office.”
san shakes her head. “darling, we don’t even have suits to swim in.” while the idea of getting into a pool to rinse off the sweat and grime from the day is nice, san doesn’t really want to get in trouble with the motel staff.
“we could always skinny dip,” wooyoung offers casually.
san chokes on her own spit, coughing and staring at wooyoung like she grew a second head. “w—what?!”
wooyoung smirks. “you heard me.”
“that’s—that’s crazy.”
“and? c’mon, cowgirl, live a little! it’s nearly midnight. besides, i’m pretty sure the front desk employee was drunk when we checked in. let’s have some fun while we’re here!” she bounces on the soles of her feet in excitement.
san looks over at the pool, then back at wooyoung’s pleading, hopeful face. she sighs. she’s always been a sucker for a pretty face. “alright, princess,” she agrees. “let’s go skinny dip.”
they sneak their way toward the gate, with wooyoung giggling every time san pauses dramatically to make sure no one can see them. it’s not a long walk at all, but the anxiety of getting caught has san’s hackles raised.
“come on!” wooyoung urges as she pulls the metal gate open. it’s squeaky, and the noise makes san wince at how loud it is. “don’t be such a scaredy cat, cowgirl! no one's gonna catch us!” she skips over to the edge of the pool and oohs and ahhs at the crystalline water.
san pulls her wallet and keys out of her pockets and sets them on one of the pool chairs to keep them safe and dry. she walks over to stand next to wooyoung, who is still looking down at the water.
“it’s so pretty,” wooyoung breathes out, staring at the way the lights of the pool shine pink and blue. the colors reflect like stars in her dark, pretty eyes.
“it’s just a motel pool,” san says while chuckling. she glances around at the other doors and windows of the motel to make sure no one is looking at them. “there’s nothing much to be excited about.” she turns around and is met with an unimpressed look from wooyoung.
“do you ever feel enjoyment in things?” wooyoung asks. “or do you just live your whole life feeling bored and unenthusiastic at everything.”
“i enjoy things!” san argues, scowling when wooyoung laughs at her. “i do! i just don’t see what’s so special about a motel pool.”
“well…” wooyoung starts, “you may see this as just a rinky-dink old motel pool, but i see it as an opportunity!”
“an opportunity for what?” san asks.
wooyoung grins evilly. “for this!” then she shoves san into the pool.
san shrieks and squeezes her eyes shut as she hits the water with a loud splash. she sputters and gasps when she eventually resurfaces. she rubs at her eyes and glares up at wooyoung, who is still laughing at her.
“what the hell was that for?!” san yells.
“shhh!” wooyoung puts her finger up to her lips while still giggling. “i thought you said we had to be quiet.”
“my clothes are all wet now!”
wooyoung rolls her eyes. “as if they won’t be dry by morning.”
san scowls. “and if they’re not?”
“then it’s a good thing we’re going to that mini target store tomorrow!”
“kmart.”
“yes, that place!”
san sighs and shakes her head. it feels as though there is just no use trying to argue with wooyoung. she’s going to win any tiff no matter what. san’s about to say something else, but her throat dries up when wooyoung pulls the dress she’s wearing over her head, leaving her almost fully nude.
“wh—what are you doing!?” san hisses out.
“what?” wooyoung shrugs, smirking down at san. “weren’t we here to skinny dip?” she slips the lacy garter off her leg and steps out of her panties as well, and just like that, there’s a fully nude wooyoung right in front of her.
she’s stunning. san knew that wooyoung was beautiful the second she saw her. it’s only naturally that every part of her would be beautiful too. her breasts are small, perfectly rounded with dark, tiny nipples that san desperately wants to latch her lips around. her hips and tummy are soft, soft enough that san thinks it would be nice to lay her head on them and just fall asleep. and right below her tummy with a trail of hair leading down to it is—
“hey!” wooyoung’s voice snaps san out of the daze she was in. she looks up to see wooyoung giving her a shit-eating grin. “take a picture, it’ll last longer.” then without warning, she takes a couple steps back and leaps into the pool.
water splashes in san’s face, but she can’t seem to care when wooyoung resurfaces, laughing with the happiest smile on her face. she’s incandescent.
“you know, you’re supposed to get naked when you’re skinny dipping,” wooyoung teases as she bounces over to san. she floats around her, like a shark circling its prey. the metaphor shouldn’t make san feel so hot under the collar, but it does.
“well, whose fault is that,” san replies dryly. she rolls her eyes at wooyoung’s petulant display of sticking her tongue out. “fine, fine.”
there’s no graceful way to get undressed in a pool. it’s awkward and clumsy, and san finds herself losing balance and tipping underwater multiple times, much to wooyoung’s amusement. eventually, she manages to slip her boxers off and fling them out of the pool, letting them land with a splat next to her other clothes.
san can’t seem to make herself look up at wooyoung. she’s just staring at the ‘no diving’ sign on the gate, hoping that wooyoung isn’t too put-off by what she sees. she knows her body is pretty… fit. it’s not typically what other people find attractive on a woman. she’s got defined abs and broad shoulders and thick, muscular arms. the only thing san really has going for her are her boobs, which are large enough to distract most people from the other aspects of her body.
she can feel how red her cheeks are. though san has been with other people and has been naked in front of her previous partners… nothing has felt so… intimate before. she dares a glance over at wooyoung and feels her body burn at the way wooyoung is looking at her.
she’s looking at san like she wants nothing more than to devour her whole.
“that’s more like it,” wooyoung says softly. she paddles over to san and grabs her hand. “c’mon. float with me.”
san can’t say no.
they float side-by-side, looking up at the night sky. they are so far away from any large cities, or cities in general, that they can see nearly all the stars. the two of them sway with the water, still holding hands.
it’s peaceful.
wooyoung speaks eventually. “i’ve always liked the stars. i could never see them from where i lived, even in korea. but they’re so visible here. i like it.” her voice is quiet, contemplative.
san looks over at wooyoung, who she finds is already looking at her as well. san can’t help but to ask. “who are you, wooyoung?” san whispers. she reaches over and tucks a wet strand of hair behind her ear. “what are you running from?”
wooyoung looks at her for a moment, like she wants to say something, but sighs and shakes her head. she closes her eyes. “i don’t wanna talk about it. maybe… maybe later, okay?”
“okay.”
they keep stargazing for a while until wooyoung eventually complains of her nipples getting cold, which makes san cackle. they both start padding over to the shallow end, but wooyoung stops suddenly, which makes san bump into her with an, “oof.”
wooyoung turns around and looks at her with a determined look in her eyes. she scoots closer to san, close enough to where their breaths intermingle.
“um… are you okay, princess?” san asks cautiously. she’s nervous, being this physically close to wooyoung. she doesn’t know where to look—at the way wooyoung’s long lashes fan against her cheeks, at the moles that decorate her face, or maybe at the way her eyes dilate as they stare up at san intensely.
wooyoung looks down at san’s lips, just for a moment, then back up to her eyes. “don’t move,” she says breathlessly.
san nods.
“close your eyes,” wooyoung says again, quieter this time.
she closes her eyes.
“promise me that you’ll keep them closed.”
“i will.”
“i’m serious. promise me, cowgirl.”
san swallows. “i promise.”
the first thing she feels is a light, uncertain touch to her cheek. it’s soft, barely there. the touch trails over toward her jaw and down her neck, and she feels a thumb swipe over the freckles on her neck. the touch goes down further, until it trails over her shoulders, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
san so desperately wants to open her eyes.
but she promised. and san doesn’t break her promises.
the touch on her shoulder leaves, just for a moment.
then there’s the softest press of lips onto hers.
san can feel the shaky exhale against her lips, and it’s like the strings controlling her movements are cut. she wraps her arms around wooyoung’s waist and pulls her close, making the other squeak.
she presses her lips firmly against wooyoung’s, tilting her head so their lips fit against each other like two puzzle pieces.
it’s perfect.
wooyoung relaxes and snakes her arms around san’s shoulders and licks at san’s bottom lip. san opens her mouth in a moan, allowing wooyoung to trace san’s lips and teeth with her tongue.
san thinks she could kiss wooyoung forever and never come up for air.
san pulls back, but only to trail her lips down wooyoung’s long neck. the act of it makes wooyoung sigh out, murmuring out a shaky, “sannie.” san licks at wooyoung’s pulse point and sucks at the spot, cause wooyoung to groan and dig her nails into san’s back. “sannie,” wooyoung says louder.
“mmm?” san looks up to see wooyoung smiling down at her, pure happiness evident in her gaze.
“we should go inside, before we turn into prunes. or before someone catches us in a compromising position.”
san nods dumbly. “yeah… yeah, you’re right. we should.”
they climb out of the pool and get dressed quickly, san bemoaning at how wet her clothes are because someone decided to be a little brat. wooyoung giggles at her theatrics and grabs san’s hand to drag her across the parking lot and pull her back to the room.
“c’mon cowgirl,” she says, squeezing san’s hand. “let’s go to bed now.”
🛻
san wakes up the next morning to the sun shining down on her face. she squints as she opens her eyes and grumbles in annoyance at the offensive amount of light. they must’ve forgotten to close the blinds all the way last night.
she sighs and sits up groggily, looking over at wooyoung’s sleeping form in the other bed. she’s lying on her back with her head tilted toward san, mouth open and snoring lightly. there’s a little bit of drool coming from the corner of her mouth, which san shouldn’t find so adorable, but does.
san’s tummy feels like there’s a swarm of butterflies invading it as she looks at wooyoung’s sleeping form. her mind can’t help but to wander to the images of last night, of wooyoung’s bare body pressed against hers, and the way wooyoung’s lips felt sliding against her own.
they hadn’t done anything else after coming back into their room. not that san was expecting anything! as soon as san had locked the door behind them, wooyoung chimed that she felt gross and was going to shower. san wasn’t able to get a word out before wooyoung had closed the bathroom door.
by the time san had come out from her own shower after, wooyoung was fast asleep.
san pads her way over to the bathroom sink and looks at herself in the mirror. she looks like she didn’t get a lick of sleep last night. sighing, she splashes her face with some cold water before going back toward her bed and opening up her duffle bag to rummage around for some clean clothes.
of course, her clothes from last night were still wet (she glares over at wooyoung, who is still knocked out on her own bed). san didn’t bring much with her besides a couple change of clothes for the drive and her toiletries. she has plenty of clothes stored at her parent’s house that she can use.
but that doesn’t help the issue of what wooyoung will wear today. she very well can’t put that wedding dress back on—it looks like it’s been wrung through the mud and then some. san sifts through everything she brought with her and lands on a light flannel top, that is typically too big for her, that could work as a dress for wooyoung for the time being.
san slides on the denim pants she brought with her and nearly jumps out of her skin when she hears a voice call out from behind her, “aw dang, and i was really enjoying the view too.”
san swivels around with a hand to her heart, jeans still unbuttoned. “you scared the devil outta me, princess,” she says, glaring playfully when wooyoung giggles at her. “c’mere.” she waves wooyoung over. “i have somethin’ you can wear til we get to kmart.”
wooyoung bounces over to her cutely and grins at the shirt san hands her. “you’re giving me just a shirt to wear? how naughty, cowgirl,” she teases.
san flushes and pouts as she grabs herself a shirt to wear. “it’s already big on me,” she grumbles. “so i figured it’ll work just fine as a dress for you.” she glances over as wooyoung slips it over herself.
the flannel ends an inch or so below wooyoung’s ass. as long as she doesn’t bend over or flip the shirt up, they should be fine. the amount of leg that is exposed is fairly distracting, but san finds the will within herself to look away.
“let’s go to the store first,” san says as she shoves the shirt over her head. “then we can find a place to eat breakfast.”
wooyoung cheers happily and announces that she has to piss beforehand, making san snort out a surprised laugh. they check out of the motel and soon enough, they’re browsing the clothing racks at kmart.
“what do you think of this?” wooyoung asks as she holds up a pair of flared jeans. “i was thinking it would go good with this vest.” she holds up said vest to show how it pairs with the bottoms. “or!” she pulls out a different shirt. “do you think this long-sleeved flowy top would work?”
san looks over at her with an amused smile. “i think both look alright, darling.”
wooyoung flushes and smiles. “there you go again, calling me darling. what happened to princess? you have to make up your mind on these pet names, cowgirl.” she looks at the two shirts and nods. “think i’ll get both, actually.” she sets them in the cart san is leaning against.
“i think both suit you well enough,” san responds. “both the nicknames and the shirts.” she pushes the cart forward. “what about shoes? you can’t keep walkin’ around in those fancy little heels. they must be hurting your feet.”
wooyoung nods. “you are correct, my dear! let’s go!” she skips toward the shoe section like an excitable toddler. wooyoung has so much boundless energy, sometimes it’s hard to keep up.
“i’ll meet you over there!” san calls out. “i need to look for something real quick!” she waits for wooyoung’s affirmation before heading toward the men’s section. she never much cared for women’s clothing, hating how everything fits on her body.
she grabs a couple of simple button down shirts with the least offensive patterns possible. that’ll do her just fine until she gets to her parents’ place. since she’s now out a shirt, and all.
san starts heading toward the shoe section, but pauses as she passes by a jewelry case. she’s not sure why she feels compelled to look, but she glances at the necklaces that are displayed. one catches her eye—a simple golden chain with a small heart-shaped locket.
“is there anything i can help you with, honey?” the worker at the case asks.
san bites her lip and looks over at the general direction of the shoe section. she turns her head back and nods. “i’d like to purchase this,” she says as she points at the necklace.
the worker nods and smiles as she leans down to grab the jewelry. “i’ll have to check you out here, is that alright?”
five minutes later, san is watching wooyoung try on a pair of kitschy cowboy boots.
“oh these are just too adorable!” wooyoung squeals as she looks at herself in the mirror. she kicks up her foot, making san panic for a moment as the shirt lifts up and shows a fraction of her bare ass. “oh! whoopsie.” wooyoung giggles as she pats down the bottom half of the shirt.
“those aren’t real cowboy boots, ya know?” san comments. “they are just designed to look like ‘em. real boots are sturdier and made with better material.”
wooyoung rolls her eyes as she slides them off. “yeah, yeah. whatever, cowgirl. they’re still cute!” she shoves them back in the box and puts it in the cart. “did you find what you need?” she peeks down at the shirts san picked out. “oooh those are sexy! you should keep them buttoned as low as possible. bet they’d make your tits look beautiful.”
san flushes a bright pink. “what—what is wrong with you!” she stutters out. she looks around to make sure no one is within earshot of them.
“oh calm down,” wooyoung says while laughing. “we’re basically the only two customers in the store.” she starts walking away. “now let’s go check out so we can eat! i’m starving!”
a little bit later, they’re at that same diner they had dinner at the night before, gussied up in their new clothes. they’ve got a different server this go around, which wooyoung seems a little too happy about. the waitress is tall and funny and cracks jokes that make wooyoung let out a witch-cackle. seeing the wide smile on wooyoung’s face does funny things to san’s chest.
“y’all know what you’d like to order?” their server, yunho, asks. her hair is long and brown and tied up into a ponytail. she’s wearing the same uniform seonghwa was in last night, but much less put together.
san nods. “i’ll have some cheesy eggs and butter toast. with a side of bacon.” she looks over at wooyoung, who is looking at the menu with a contemplative look, lips pursed. “what about you, darling?” san asks.
wooyoung smiles at san, cheeks flushing, before looking up at yunho. “chocolate chip pancakes please! with extra extra whipped cream and strawberries!” she hands the menus back to yunho, who grins.
“you got it.” she tucks the menus under her armpit and says, “you two are such a cute couple, by the way.” then she turns around and walks toward the back, not giving san even a moment to correct her.
“oh?” wooyoung lilts. “seems like your little darling schtick finally got the best of you.” she sticks out her tongue. “how long d’you think we’ve been together then? three months?”
san laughs and shakes her head before taking a sip of her coffee. she decides to play along. “no way. definitely more than three months if we’re going ‘cross the country together. i’d say…” she hums contemplatively and taps at her chin. “eight months? but we were dancing ‘round each other way before then.”
“oh? how long have we known each other?”
“since childhood.”
a gasp. “the slowest of burns!”
san nods. “but there were things stopping us from being together.”
“my mother never approved of you.”
“why would she? you know our families have always hated each other.”
“oh of course, how could i forget?” wooyoung giggles.
“so we decided to run away together in the dead of night, to find a new life outside of our families’ oppressive regimes.” she expects wooyoung to laugh again, but the other woman just pauses instead, her smile dimming a bit.
“yeah,” she says quietly, looking down at the table.
san opens her mouth to say something, to ask wooyoung what’s wrong… to ask her why she always seems sad when san says certain things... to ask her why she doesn’t want san know what she’s running from… but wooyoung stands up before she can say anything and says, “bathroom.” then she walks away.
san sighs and slumps against the booth. she feels like she’s constantly messing things up around wooyoung, saying or doing the wrong things. she wishes wooyoung would open up a bit more and let san in. san wants to know everything there is to know about wooyoung, wants to see her fully as the beautiful woman she is, inside and out.
yunho comes by with their food while wooyoung is still in the bathroom. “lemme know if you gals need anything else,” she says to san. “and if the food ain’t right, i can yell at the chef for ya. mingi—that’s the chef—she’s sweet on me, so she won’t care.” she winks, making san laugh.
“thank you. i think we’ll be good, though. everything looks amazing.” san smiles at her.
yunho nods and heads back into the kitchen at the same time wooyoung comes back to the table and slides back into her seat. her face is flushed and eyes red-rimmed. san decides that now isn’t the time to comment on it, so she starts eating.
it’s silent while they eat, with just the sounds of their silverware clinking against the porcelain plates.
until.
“cowgirl.”
san hums in response, working on slathering some blueberry jam on a piece of toast.
“do you think that, in this pretend world we created, we get a happy ending?”
san pauses and looks up to meet wooyoung’s gaze. there’s a multitude of emotions swimming around in her wide eyes. fear. longing. sadness.
hope.
san nods and reaches over to intertwine their hands together. “yeah,” she replies. “i do.”
wooyoung smiles.
🛻
they’re back on the road, the texas desert quickly passing them by. wooyoung’s got her feet propped up on the dashboard, and she sings along with the radio, which has luckily started playing some more listenable music. she’s chewing on a piece of bazooka gum that she insisted on buying from the gas station. her legs are crossed, and she holds her arm out the open window, letting the breeze pass through her fingers.
san taps her own fingers against the steering wheel and hums along with the tune, a happy smile on her face. while she doesn’t know wooyoung’s full story as of yet, their revelation in the diner has brought her a new sense of purpose.
there’s no doubt about it: she likes wooyoung. probably a concerning amount for only knowing her for just a day. but those feelings inside of her have only grown the more she’s around wooyoung, and in turn, the desire to know everything about the other woman has increased as well.
“so how far are you thinking we should go today?” wooyoung asks, blowing a small gum bubble and letting it pop.
“middle of arizona, i suppose,” san replies. “we had a pretty late start today.” in reality, she probably could finish up the rest of the drive today, but she’s a little selfish and wants as much time with wooyoung as possible.
there’s the uncertainty and question of what will happen when they get to the end of their journey. will they keep in touch? will they see each other again? or will they simply part ways, letting these past two days remain as a fond and distant memory in the future.
she doesn’t want that. she wants more of wooyoung, craves more of her. she wants to see wooyoung every day, wants to hear her voice and shrieking laughter in the morning. she wants to touch her soft skin at night, to kiss her soft lips goodnight.
she wants everything and more, if wooyoung is willing to give it to her.
san just hopes that wooyoung feels the same.
“you know where i’ve never been,” wooyoung asks as she looks out the window. at san’s questioning hum, she continues. “the grand canyon.”
“really?” san says, looking over at her. wooyoung nods. “it’s beautiful. i went there with my parents a couple of years ago. it’s not something to miss, you should really go sometime.”
wooyoung hums and continues to look out the window. “yeah. maybe i will.” there’s an underlying hint of disappointment in her voice, like she was hoping san would suggest they go together.
san bites her lip and contemplates. the grand canyon is extremely out of their way. it would add hours onto their trip, and would delay san’s arrival. her parents are expecting her by a certain time.
but…
she looks over at wooyoung, who is still looking out the window with a faraway look in her eyes. she thinks about wooyoung holding her hand as they floated in the motel pool and watched the stars. she thinks about wooyoung calling her cowgirl, her lips just a breath’s away from san’s. she thinks about wooyoung holding her hand and asking her if she thinks the two of them will have a happy ending.
“let’s go,” san says, her mind made up.
“huh?” wooyoung whips her head around, staring at san with wide eyes. “go where?”
“the grand canyon,” san replies. “let’s go right now.”
wooyoung gasps, her mouth splitting open into a wide smile. “really?” she breathes out. “we’re going?”
san nods, smiling crookedly. “yeah. everyone should see it at least once, and we’re heading that way anyway, so why not?” they would actually have to go way more north than they’re supposed to, but wooyoung’s smile is so happy, san thinks a little white lie is okay. “in fact, why don’t we make camp there for the night? i have some blankets and pillows behind the seats. we can make a little nest in the bed of the truck.”
wooyoung squeals and leans over the center console to press a loud, wet kiss to san’s cheek. “i would love that! thank you, thank you, thank you!” she says loudly. “i’m so excited!” she’s practically vibrating in her seat.
wooyoung’s smile is so infectious, san can’t help but to smile too. her heart skips a beat at the casual kiss, and for the first time in a while, she feels like squealing and kicking her feet because of a girl.
san likes her. she really, really, really likes her.
they start driving north, occasionally stopping for gas or to visit some cheesy tourist traps. wooyoung insists on stopping at an alien-themed rest stop in new mexico and buys them both a matching pair of keychains as souvenirs. san attaches the little alien to her car keys, making wooyoung beam.
they stop for lunch to eat hot dogs and apple crumb cake at an off-of-the-highway restaurant that claims to have the best franks in all of new mexico.
a little ways further, they stop on the side of the road to take in the scenery and breathe in the fresh air, needing to get out of the truck for a few minutes to stretch their legs.
wooyoung takes a nap about halfway into their drive, head tilted to the side, her legs propped up on the dashboard again. san can’t help herself from looking over occasionally just to watch the way her eyelashes fan against her cheeks. even while sleeping, wooyoung is the most beautiful person san has ever seen.
when wooyoung wakes up, it’s as if her energy has been restored. she talks and talks and talks, keeping up conversation with san like they’ve known each other for years, instead of a measly day and a half.
the sun slowly moves down to the horizon, bathing them in the light of golden hour. they’re getting close to the grand canyon, billboard and signs for the park guiding them toward it. wooyoung’s like an excitable puppy, gasping and squealing when they pass by any sign that mentions the park. her enthusiasm makes san smile.
san drives them into the reserve and pays the five dollar entrance fee, plus the extra for camping overnight. the park ranger hands them a brochure with a map and lets them know the different spots for camping.
“right here you’ll have the best views,” the ranger, who introduced herself as jongho, says while pointing at a spot on the map. “you came at a good time. we’ve had a bit of a lull the past couple of weeks, not a lot of people coming by.”
“sounds perfect!” wooyoung says giddily. she tugs on san’s arm. “come on, cowgirl let’s go, let’s go!”
san laughs and nods at the park ranger as wooyoung tugs her back toward the car. “thank you for your help!” she calls out. jongho waves at them and tells them to be safe and have fun.
san drives them up toward where jongho advised them to stop for the night. it’s a bit of a ways away, and wooyoung babbles on about how excited she is and how she wishes she had a camera to capture these moments with.
“i have a camera, actually,” she says. “it’s… it’s something i left behind, when i ran away.” she sighs. “one of my many regrets, i suppose.”
san hopes wooyoung won’t come to regret their time together.
“i used to love photography,” wooyoung continues softly. “it was one of the things i loved most in the world. something that helped me forget—” she sighs. “never mind.”
san wants to scream. she wants to reach over and shake wooyoung by the shoulders and tell her that she doesn’t have to hide anything, not from san. she wants to tell wooyoung exactly how she feels, how special wooyoung is to her. how she has easily carved herself a space in san’s heart.
but once again, she keeps quiet.
“i’d love to see some of your pictures one day,” san says eventually, as they finally make it up to the summit. she parks her car and looks over at wooyoung, who is already looking at her. “i bet you’re real talented, princess.”
wooyoung huffs out a laugh and looks down at her hands. “thanks, cowgirl,” she says quietly.
“c’mon,” san says, opening her door. she nods toward the clearing where the view of the canyon is. “we better take it all in before it gets too dark.”
they hop out of the car and walk hand-in-hand toward the edge of the cliff. the canyon is huge, spanning miles and miles across. it’s beautiful.
san thinks wooyoung is more beautiful.
she looks at the woman next to her, watches the way her eyes gleam as she looks at the vast landscape, mouth slightly open in awe. san squeezes her hand, and wooyoung squeezes back.
“this is wonderful,” wooyoung says. “i don’t think i’ve seen anything so… perfect in my entire life.”
it’s cheesy. it’s cliche. it’s cringey. but even still, san looks at wooyoung and replies, “same here.”
wooyoung looks up and gives san an adoring smile. “you have no idea how much this means to me. how… how much any of this means to me.” she looks back out at the canyon and takes a deep breath. “i want to tell you, sannie. i want to tell you everything.”
“you don’t have to—”
“i want to,” wooyoung interrupts. “you’re important to me, and i want to share it with you.” she tugs san’s hand. “c’mon. let’s make up the bed.” she pulls them toward the truck.
it takes them no time at all to make up their little sleeping area. luckily, san gets cold easily, so she has a good stash of blankets stored in the back. they lay a couple of them down as padding, deciding they’ll use the others as their covers. san grabs a lantern she had shoved under the seats and lights it up, allowing them to see better in the dark of the night.
they’re sat side-by-side, looking out at the canyon. the silence is comfortable, with san waiting for wooyoung to work up the courage to talk. she doesn’t want to pressure her at all, and wants to her go at her own pace.
eventually, wooyoung sighs. “i’m engaged,” she says.
san blinks. “what?” she croaks out. it feels like a rock has been shoved in her throat. wooyoung? engaged? realistically, she knows that this was more than likely the case, what with the woman walking on the side of the road in a wedding dress and all… but a part of san was hoping for something different.
“well, i guess i was engaged,” wooyoung continues. “i ran away from my own wedding. left my future husband at the altar, so to speak.”
“husband…?”
“i should probably start from the beginning, i guess,” wooyoung laughs. she looks down at her shoes and hugs her knees to her chest. “my dad is the ceo of a major tech company based in korea. i grew up around filthy rich chaebols and socialites. had to go to a ton of functions and parties so my parents could network.
“i was never really close with them, my parents. my whole life, i always had the feeling that i was just some pawn in their business to them. the only thing keeping me at home with them was my little brother.” she gives san a sad smile. “i love him so much, and i’ve always wanted to shield him away from the fucked up world he’s unfortunate enough to grow up in.
“anyway, i told you we moved to the states when i was in high school. they had a merger with a company here in america, and my family moved so my dad could oversee the branch here. little did i know there were some… obligations that came with this merger that my parents expected me to cooperate with.”
san has a sinking feeling in her gut. she knows exactly what wooyoung is implying.
“i was set to marry the oldest son of the ceo whose company we merged with. they wanted to join our families together to form a powerhouse in the tech industry. i tried everything to get out of it. i even came out to them.” she laughed humorlessly. “my dad told me to suck it up. that it was my duty as a jung to honor the family or some bullshit like that.
“i was going to go through with it, even if i was destined to be stuck in a loveless marriage for the rest of my life. i felt like i just had no choice. but when the day finally came… i panicked. i couldn’t go through with it. i wrote a note to my parents and ran out of the church. took a bus as far as it would go outside the city. then i met you.”
she turns to san with a sad smile. “i don’t know if my parents are looking for me, or if they just accepted what happened. but…” she grabs san’s hand and runs her thumb across her knuckles. “i don’t care. i’m tired of living my life for other people. i want to live for myself from now on. i want to be free. and… and with you, cowgirl… i don’t think i’ve ever felt so free in my entire life.”
san can’t even stop herself as she leans forward and presses her lips to wooyoung’s. wooyoung makes a startled noise, but easily melts into her and wraps her arms around san’s neck. san sets her hands on wooyoung’s waist and caresses the exposed skin there.
it’s reminiscent of that night in the pool, perfect and unhurried. san uses one of her hands to trace wooyoung’s jaw and cups her cheek, brushing her thumb back and forth against her cheekbone.
everything about wooyoung is so soft. san wants to lay her down on the bed of her truck and see just how soft she can get.
they part for a brief moment, only for wooyoung to press a litany of kisses onto san’s neck. san sighs and closes her eyes as she moves her hand up from wooyoung’s waist, lifting her shirt up a fraction to gain access to more of her soft, warm skin.
wooyoung nibbles down on a particularly sensitive part of san’s neck, making her let out a soft moan. wooyoung’s lips feel like heaven on her body, and she wants to return the favor.
“darling,” san whispers out, pressing her nose into wooyoung’s hair. she smells like a combination of hotel soap, sweat, and san’s laundry detergent. it makes the butterflies in san’s tummy flutter something crazy.
“hmmm?” wooyoung looks up at her with a dazed expression, a soft smile on her face. san just can’t help but to press another gentle kiss against her lips.
“i’m not sure what all this means to you,” san starts, “but for me… this—this is everything.” she watches the way wooyoung’s eyes widen. “i’ve never felt anything like this before.” san brushes a piece of hair from wooyoung’s face. “i’ve fallen for you, princess. i know we hardly know one another, but…” san holds onto wooyoung’s hand and presses a kiss against her knuckles. “what i do know is that i want you. mind, body, and soul, i want you. in any way you’re willing to give me.” she laughs softly. “all of this to say… i think i’m falling in love with you.”
wooyoung’s breath hitches, and she looks up at san like she personally hand-painted the galaxies and hung every individual star in the night sky. she reaches up and traces the side of san’s face with her fingers. “cowgirl…” she whispers. “i think i’m falling in love with you too.”
this time, they meet in the middle.
wooyoung’s lips are addicting, san has realized. they’re full and soft and fit just perfectly against her own. wooyoung whines against her mouth when san licks and nibbles across her bottom lip.
“sound so pretty, darling,” san whispers, reaching down to hold wooyoung’s hips and gently pull her into her lap. wooyoung goes easily, straddling san’s hips and looking down at her with a dazed expression. “wanna worship you,” she murmurs, pressing kisses on the side of wooyoung’s neck. “give you all the love you deserve.”
“please,” wooyoung whimpers and tilts her head back, giving san even more access to her unblemished neck. “cowgirl…” she closes her eyes and sighs out. “want you… need you…”
san hums against wooyoung’s bare shoulder. she presses a soft kiss to one of the moles there and pulls back to look up at wooyoung with a smile. “what do you need, love?” she pushes a strand of hair out of wooyoung’s eyes and runs the pad of her thumb against wooyoung’s bottom lip.
wooyoung bites san’s finger playfully and giggles when san yelps and glares at her. she leans forward and kisses san again, cradling her cheeks in her hands. “i need you,” she replies, pressing another kiss to san’s nose. “just you.” she presses another two kisses to both of her cheeks. “all of you.” a final kiss to her lips.
“you’ve got me, darling. wrapped up ‘round that pretty little finger of yours.” san grins and chases wooyoung’s lips, immediately licking into the other’s woman’s mouth. wooyoung shivers on top of her and moans.
their kiss gets heated quickly, the growing tension between the two of them finally bursting free after so much back and forth. wooyoung’s practically panting on top of her, her hands tangled up in san’s hair. san’s hands somehow find their place on wooyoung’s generous ass, squeezing it appreciatively.
“fuck me,” wooyoung rasps, tugging san’s head back by her hair, making san hiss in pleasure. the pain makes her nipples harden deliciously. “fuck me, cowgirl.” she looks down at san with steeled determination. “fuck me ‘til all i can remember is the feeling of your hands on my body.”
san groans and surges forward to press her lips against wooyoung’s. it’s wet and messy and absolutely fucking wonderful. san grabs wooyoung by her asscheeks and pulls her forward, slotting their legs between one another’s. san lifts her leg up, pressing her thigh against the heat of wooyoung’s core.
“ah!” wooyoung keens and scrambles to wrap her arms around san’s broad shoulders. “fuck, baby...” she slowly grinds down, rubbing her covered cunt against san’s leg. she tucks her face into san’s neck and licks at the skin there, tracing san’s freckles with her lips and tongue.
“look at you,” san murmurs in awe as she reaches up wooyoung’s shirt to run her hands over her soft tummy. “prettiest little thing i’ve ever seen, rutting against my thigh like a bitch in heat.”
wooyoung moans loudly, shuddering at the filthy words spilling from san’s mouth. she grinds down, searching for any kind of friction. the rough fabric of her jeans provides little comfort, and wooyoung whines in frustration when she just can’t seem to get the stimulation she wants.
“cowgirl,” wooyoung breathes out. “need more. need… need you.”
“you got me, darling,” san presses against wooyoung’s lips. “you had me the second you stepped foot in my truck.” she runs her hands up and down wooyoung’s sides and squeezes her love handles with an appreciative hum.
“you know what i mean.” wooyoung pouts playfully, but she can’t stop the adoring smile that appears when san kisses the pout off her lips.
“i know what you need, princess,” san says as she slowly pulls wooyoung off her leg, shushing her softly when wooyoung whines in protest. she lays wooyoung down onto the blankets and crawls over her before pressing a loving kiss to her jaw.
san pops open the button of wooyoung’s jeans and slides them down her legs, doing a double take when she realizes wooyoung ain’t wearing anything underneath. she sucks in a sharp breath at the sight of wooyoung’s flushed and wet pussy with a trimmed patch of curls nestled above it.
she leans down and nuzzles at wooyoung’s happy trail and presses a kiss onto her soft tummy. “beautiful,” she whispers into her skin. she leans back and looks into wooyoung’s wide eyes. her face is tinged a pretty pink as she looks up at san with a revered look.
“help me take this off,” wooyoung huffs, tugging at her own shirt. she giggles when san rolls her eyes but helps her pull off the shirt nonetheless. she tickles at wooyoung’s sides and grins broadly when wooyoung shriek-laughs. she flings the shirt at san’s face as retribution.
san sits back, hands still firmly placed on wooyoung’s sides. she looks the other woman up and down, taking care to commit every mole, birthmark, and stretch mark to memory. of course, she’s seen wooyoung naked before, but not like this. not in the context where she’s planning on taking wooyoung apart seam by seam.
“you’re making me nervous, staring at me like that,” wooyoung whispers, her hands coming up to cover her face when san tells her that she’s the most beautiful creature she’s ever had the pleasure of seeing.
“you sweet talker,” wooyoung grumbles, but the wide smile on her face betrays the annoyance in her voice.
“only for you,” san replies easily, leaning down and pressing a wet kiss in between wooyoung’s chest. she presses more kisses onto wooyoung’s skin, making a path to one of her cute little nipples. san has wanted to get her mouth on them since their rendezvous in the pool. that night feels like it was ages ago, despite it only occurring yesterday.
she licks her tongue around wooyoung’s areola, making the other woman gasp and arch her back. one of her hands grapples for stability on the blanket, the other tangling itself in san’s hair. “oh that’s good,” wooyoung pants, squeezing her eyes shut when san grazes her teeth against the sensitive nipple.
san reaches down and circles her finger through the curls above wooyoung’s core. she traces the finger down and runs it through wooyoung’s folds. she’s so wet already, and san has hardly done anything.
san pulls away with a final lick to wooyoung’s nipple and leans back to admire the flushed and needy woman beneath her. she looks so fucked out, eyes glazed and lips red and puffy. “sweet girl,” san says fondly, smiling at the sweet giggle wooyoung gives in response.
“i have a bone to pick with you, ma’am,” wooyoung says with a silly pout, her bottom lip jutting out cutely. san wants to lean down and nibble at it, so she does, but wooyoung gives her a light smack to the arm to get her to stop. “be good,” wooyoung chastises as she glares up at san.
san grins. “that should be my line.”
wooyoung scoffs and rolls her eyes. “whatever. i’m still upset with you.”
“and why’s that?” san asks lightly, softly caressing the drother woman’s outer thighs. she traces random shapes on the tanned skin there. circles, squares, triangles. a numerous amount of hearts.
“because!” wooyoung huffs. “you are fully clothed, while i am fully naked! that’s not fair at all! my nipples are cold, and yours should be too.”
san cackles and leans her head on wooyoung’s shoulder. she keeps giggling, even when wooyoung whines out, “i’m serious! you’re being so unfair, cowgirl!”
“sorry, sorry,” san coos while stifling her continuing laughter. she presses an apologetic kiss to wooyoung’s lips. she sits back, and with little finesse, unbuttons her shirt one by one, watching the way wooyoung’s eyes stay glued to her chest. wooyoung bites her lip when san shrugs the shirt off, leaving her in her sports bra.
“keep going,” wooyoung says breathlessly. “i want to see all of you.”
san moans softly and nods. she awkwardly shucks off her jeans, nearly braining herself on the side of her truck. wooyoung lets out a cackle, which is quickly replaced with a shriek when san pinches one of her nipples in response.
san slips her bra over her head, and then she’s fully nude in front of wooyoung. she doesn't know why she’s so nervous; wooyoung has seen her naked before. but the way wooyoung is staring at her, like she’s uncovering every single layer of her, makes san wiggle in embarrassment.
“what?” she asks nervously. she crosses her arms over her chest self consciously.
“you’re perfect,” wooyoung whispers, reaching out to touch the defined muscles of san’s abs. the warm touch sends electricity down san’s spine, and she unconsciously clenches. wooyoung’s eyes flash with something dark, and she licks her lips before crawling into san’s lap.
san looks up at the woman above her, and she just knows that wooyoung had to have been someone to be worshipped in a past life. a queen, an angel, maybe a goddess. she’s glowing, radiant as she smiles down at san with adoration swimming in her eyes.
“says you,” san says with a goofy grin on her face. she leans up and presses a kiss to wooyoung’s lips. “princess,” she says seriously. “are you sure you wanna keep going? there’s no pressure to do anything today. i’m just happy being with you in general.”
wooyoung’s expression melts, and she kisses san’s forehead gently. “i want this,” she replies softly, cupping san’s cheeks with her hands. she caresses the moles dotting san’s face. “i want you.”
san’s face crumples and she surges up, pressing their lips together in a wet kiss. wooyoung moans and pushes forward, pressing their chests against each other. san groans and reaches down to grab at wooyoung’s ass. she squeezes and kneads at the cheeks, spreading them apart and relishing in the whimpered, “sannie…” she receives in response.
san smoothes her palms over wooyoung’s thighs and sneaks one hand in between her legs to run a finger over her slick folds. wooyoung drops her head and moans, grinding against san’s hand. “shit.” wooyoung keens when san presses her thumb against her throbbing clit.
“that’s it, princess,” san croons, smirking when wooyoung bites her bottom lip to hold in the noise in the back of her throat. “rub yourself on your cowgirl’s hand, yeah?”
“f-fuck.” wooyoung leans in and licks into san’s mouth. she whimpers when san rubs her fingers against her hole.
“is this where you want me?” san whispers against her lips. “want me to fuck you here?” she presses the tip of her index finger into wooyoung’s hole, making the other woman pant against san’s neck. she nods and whispers a pathetic little, “please.”
san obliges and pushes in two fingers. wooyoung’s thighs are shaking as she hovers over san. she grinds her hips down, riding san’s fingers desperately. san meets her halfway, starting a slow and sensual pace, fucking up into wooyoung’s wet cunt.
“f-feels so good,” wooyoung whines, squeezing her eyes shut and dropping her head down. she moans at the sight of san’s fingers disappearing inside of her. “fuck, they feel so good inside me, baby. so so good.”
“yeah?” san breathes out. “ya like the feeling of my fingers fuckin’ into your sloppy little cunt, princess?” she leans in and wraps her lips around wooyoung’s nipple again, sucking at the swollen nub.
“yes… yes baby, yes,” wooyoung pants, grinding down faster against san’s thrusts. “another, please. give me another.”
san groans and slides a third finger into wooyoung’s hole. “since you asked so nicely…” she slides her thumb against wooyoung’s sensitive clit and uses her other hand to pinch and rub at wooyoung’s untouched nipple. wooyoung sounds so pretty, panting and moaning and writhing in san’s lap. “god, you’re fucking everything, darling,” san rasps. “doing so well, riding my fingers like the good girl you are.”
the only noises around them are the sounds of their own whines and groans and the squelching of wooyoung’s wet pussy. san can see the way wooyoung’s body shakes in response to san’s fingers stretching her full.
“sannie, sannie, sannie,” wooyoung chants. “baby… cowgirl, i-i’m so close.”
“yeah, darling?” san groans. she sucks a spot into the crook of wooyoung’s neck and shoulder. “gonna cum on my fingers, make them nice and wet for me?”
at wooyoung’s nod and wanton moan, she continues, “maybe your nickname should be cowgirl, ‘stead of mine.” she leans in and presses her lips against the shell of wooyoung’s ear. “since you’re so good at ridin’ things,” she murmurs.
wooyoung cries out as she clenches down on san’s fingers, a litany of curses and babbles spilling from her mouth. “oh fuck, oh my god, baby. i’m gonna cum. i’m cumming, i’m cumming, i’m cumming fuck—”
san groans and keeps fucking her fingers into wooyoung at a brutal pace until wooyoung’s drops against her bonelessly, panting wetly against san’s neck.
“shit,” wooyoung gasps, laughing. “what the fuck, cowgirl. where’d you learn to talk dirty like that?”
san giggles and hides her smile in wooyoung’s hair. “i got around back in the day,” she jokes.
“well fuck, no wonder.” wooyoung laughs again breathlessly. “i came so hard i think i saw god. and i am not a religious person.” she kisses san’s lips and nibbles on her bottom lip. “now…” she croons, giving san a devilish smirk. the look on her face makes san’s cunt pulse in excitement. “i think it’s ’bout time i show you how us city girls get around, yeah?”
wooyoung presses her down onto the blankets of the truck and eats her out like a woman starved. she nuzzles her face into the bush of san’s pubic hair and sucks on her clit like it’s her last meal on earth.
san cums with wooyoung’s tongue fucking in and out of her cunt, her eyes rolling back into her head.
much later, after multiple rounds of pleasuring each other until they physically can’t move, san holds onto wooyoung, her arm tucked under the other woman’s head. wooyoung is fast asleep on her chest, snoring lightly and snuggled up beneath the blankets.
san just watches her, mesmerized at the woman on top of her. she draws hearts on wooyoung’s hip and traces her stretch marks with her pinky.
“just what have you done to me, princess?” san murmurs into the night. “you’ve captured my heart so easily.” she sighs out in happiness. “i really do think i’ve fallen in love with you.”
with a final press of her lips to wooyoung’s cheek, san relaxes into the pillow and falls asleep.
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san wakes up early in the morning to the feeling of wooyoung’s lips pressing against her abdomen. she groans and lifts herself up on her elbows, looking down at wooyoung, who is currently sucking a bruise into her hip.
“darling, wha—”
“shhh,” wooyoung hushes, trailing her lips lower. she presses her nose into the bush of curls above san’s pussy and breathes in. “let me make you feel good, yeah?” she looks up at san, her eyes absolutely ravenous.
“fuuuuuuck,” san groans, laying back down on the pillow. “go on then, baby. make me feel good.”
thirty minutes later, after san returns the favor tenfold, they’re fully dressed and packing the blankets into the back of the truck. wooyoung bounces around, giggling and stealing kisses from san whenever she can. it’s so endearing, and san can’t help but to kiss her back whenever she can, pressing kiss after kiss upon wooyoung’s lips.
they head out within the hour and stop at a breakfast place in the little town nearby. they split a mountain of blueberry pancakes with powdered sugar dusted on top, and san makes sure to kiss the maple syrup off wooyoung’s lips.
they’re back on the road soon enough, and wooyoung nods off for a little bit, her head pressed against the glass of the window. the silence of the car allows san’s mind to wander.
she thinks about what’s going to happen today, once they reach her parents’ house. there’s obviously this uncertainty that comes with them reaching their destination. san was only supposed drive wooyoung so far… does wooyoung still want to be dropped off, for san to leave her be?
but, no… wooyoung confessed her feelings for san last night. that means she must feel the same way as san. she wouldn’t reciprocate san’s feelings, tell her all these sweet things, and then take it all away the next second, right?
right.
san wants a life with wooyoung. she wants to invite her into her parents’ home and introduce her as san’s girlfriend. she wants to take wooyoung back home to her farm and show her around her quaint little town, pointing out all the best spots to eat. she wants to wake up each morning to wooyoung’s face, wants to go to sleep the same way. she wants wooyoung in her life for as long as they last.
she’s not ready to say goodbye.
the thought of it brings unwanted tears to san’s eyes, and she hastily wipes them away when she sees wooyoung stir from her slumber.
“how long was i ‘sleep for?” wooyoung mumbles groggily. she quints from the bright sun and rubs a hand over her face to help wake herself up.
san hums. “‘bout an hour or so, i’d say.” she hopes her voice isan’t as shaky as she thinks it sounds.
luckily, wooyoung doesn’t seem concerned, and she sits up in her seat and looks out the window. “how far are we from your parents’ house?” she asks quietly.
san glances over at wooyoung, who gives no indication of how she’s feeling. she’s just looking forward, tapping her fingers on her knee. “probably around four hours,” san replies.
wooyoung lets out a deep breath and smiles at san, though it doesn't reach her eyes. “then we have to make the most of these four hours, yeah?”
san’s heart drops to her stomach. she knows what wooyoung is implying, and the fact that she got the answer to her worries so soon makes her wants to cry.
is wooyoung really going to leave her?
is this really what she wants?
the necklace san bought is burning a hole in the front pocket of her jeans.
“right,” san says plainly. “i suppose we should.”
the silence that follows is uncomfortable. it makes san shift around in her seat, squirming from the tension radiating from wooyoung.
san doesn't want wooyoung to leave.
she tries to think of something, anything to cut through this uncomfortableness between them. she wracks her brain in an attempt to find something to bring up or talk about, but she’s coming up short.
then it’s like a lightbulb pops up over her head.
“the beach!” she blurts out, making wooyoung jump next to her.
“what?” wooyoung asks, confused.
“the beach,” she echoes. “you said you’ve always wanted to see the beach!” she looks at wooyoung and grins hopefully. “i don’t really need to be at my parents’ house by a certain point, so why don’t we make a detour and go to the beach?”
san hopes that wooyoung will agree to her idea. she’s selfish; she wants as much time with wooyoung as possible. she wants to give wooyoung everything she’s ever wanted before their inevitable parting.
“really?” wooyoung says softly. “you really wanna take me there?” she’s looking at san with such a devastating smile, and it takes all of san’s willpower to not lean over the center console and kiss her breathless.
“yeah, let’s do it!” san replies. “i wouldn’t mind dipping my feet in the water and digging my toes in the sand. it’ll be fun.”
“… okay.” wooyoung isn’t looking at san, but she’s still smiling happily out the window. “lead the way then, cowgirl.”
the beach is a little further out. they’ll have to pass the town her parents live in to get there. but san doesn’t care. she want to do this for wooyoung, this one last thing.
they continue driving on, the tension between them dissipating soon after san’s offer. wooyoung is back to laughing and babbling on about anything and everything. she talks about her little brother back home, who she adores more than anything.
“i’m hoping i’ll still be able to keep in contact with him,” wooyoung says. “my parents never answer their landline. they always leave that chore to the maids, and the maids have always had a soft spot for me.” she smiles. “i’ve known them since we moved to the states, and they’re the ones who have kept me sane over the years. them and kyungmin, of course.”
“i’m sure you’ll be able to talk to him then,” san agrees. she pauses. “are you worried at all? about your parents trying to look for you.”
wooyoung scoffs and shakes her head. “a little bit. but knowing them, they probably found some loophole around my running away. i’ve always made my disdain for them known, so i wouldn’t be surprised if they see this as a blessing in disguise.”
“i’m sorry, darling,” san says earnestly. “i wish you didn’t have to go through any of this. you deserve better.”
wooyoung shrugs. “it is what it is. besides,” she smiles widely, cheeks pushed up cutely. “i don’t regret leaving. if i didn’t, then i wouldn’t have met you.”
san breathes in sharply, looking over at wooyoung’s bright face. she’s looking at san with pure, unadulterated adoration, and it makes san’s insides feel like jelly. she wants to pull over to the side of the road and kiss wooyoung all over, to show her just how much she means to her.
“i’m glad you left too, princess,” san replies. “meeting you has been one of my greatest treasures in life.” it’s sappy, and a little cheesy, but san wants wooyoung to know how special these past few days with her have been.
san can see the way wooyoung’s cheeks flush a pretty red, and she puffs out her cheeks. “sap,” she grumbles.
they drive on for a bit, only stopping once for lunch at a little stand on the side of the road selling mexican street food. they eat birria tacos and an order of elote at a picnic table nearby, finishing it off by splitting a cup full of mangos and pineapples and watermelon, sprinkled with a generous amount of tajín and chamoy.
the closer they get to the beach, the more excited wooyoung seems to get. she’s grinning ear-to-ear, bouncing in her seat like an excitable toddler.
when they make it to the beach and san parks her truck in one of the designated spots. wooyoung practically flies out of the car, giggling as she runs toward the sand. san pulls one of the blankets from the backseat and chases after her with a, “hold on, princess, wait for me!”
there’s a few people other people there as well, but they pay san and wooyoung no mind as they trudge through the sand, holding hands and laughing when one of them almost falls.
they part briefly, san looking to find a good place to set the blanket down. wooyoung makes her way to the water, tugging her boots off and throwing them in the general direction of the spot where san settled on. san scrambles over to grab the boots before the tide could get to them and sets them on the blanket.
wooyoung is shrieking and splashing her feet around in the water when san makes her way over. she grins when wooyoung greets her her with a joyful, “come on, cowgirl, what are you waiting for?”
they spend a long time playing around in the water and walking along the shore. wooyoung picks up some pretty shells and sea glass she finds in the sand and gives them to san to hold.
“i want something to remember this day by,” she says wistfully. “i don’t think i’ve ever been this happy in my life.”
when the sun starts setting, they sit themselves on the blanket and relax, watching as the sky turns a pretty shade of pink. they’re the only two on the beach now. wooyoung tilts her head to relax on san’s shoulder, and the way wooyoung wistfully looks out to the horizon, makes san want to be brave.
she doesn't want this to end.
“wooyoung,” san says quietly.
wooyoung hums in response, continuing to look at the water.
“i need to tell you something.”
wooyoung lifts her head up and looks at san. her expression is neutral, but san can see through her mask.
she’s nervous. she’s scared.
san can relate.
san takes a deep breath. “these past few days have been probably the best few days of my life.”
wooyoung’s face crumples. “cowgirl…”
“please let me finish before you say anything,” san interrupts softly.
wooyoung bites her lip and nods, encouraging san to continue.
“they’ve been the best few day of my life, and… and i know we’ve confessed our feelings for each other, but there’s been this nervousness i’ve felt today. this anxiety that when we reach our destination, you won’t want to stay.”
wooyoung’s eyes start to get misty, mouth wobbling like she’s trying not to cry.
“and, and i know that it’s your life, and i wouldn’t want to come between you and what you truly want. i just…” san swallows thickly, pushing back her own tears. “i’m selfish,” she whispers. “i don’t want you to go, and… and i know we haven’t known each other long, but to me, it feels like i’ve known you my whole life.”
wooyoung links their fingers together and squeezes san’s hand gently.
“i want you,” san continues. “i want you in my life, not just for this brief period. i want you to meet my parents, and i just know you’ll charm the hell out of them, just like you did with me.” she giggles nervously. “i want you to come back to the farm with me, to live there. i want to see you every day, want to touch you and hold you every day. i want—i just want to have a life with you, princess. i’m pretty sure you’re it for me.”
wooyoung is quiet for a few moments, making san sweat anxiously. but before san can apologize and take everything back, wooyoung whispers out, “you mean it?”
san looks up. her heart breaks as she sees the tears free falling from wooyoung’s eyes. she reaches up and wipes away the tears with her thumb and nods. “i do. i mean it so much that i…” she fumbles a bit to dig the necklace out of her pocket. she hands it over to wooyoung, who looks at it with wide, disbelieving eyes. “i got this for you, way back when we were shopping for clothes. i didn’t exactly know when i wanted to give it to you, but i figure now is a good a time as any.”
wooyoung holds out her hands, and san sets the necklace in her palm. wooyoung looks down at it, turning it over and looking over it with careful hands.
“i… i know this isn’t as nice and fancy as the jewelry you’ve worn before,” san stutters. “but it reminded me of you, and i—”
wooyoung shakes her head. “it’s perfect.” she meets san’s gaze, her smile bright and oh-so beautiful. “it’s absolutely perfect.” she sets it on the blanket and pulls san in by her cheeks to press their lips against each other.
san melts into their kiss easily, whimpering to hold back the sob that threatens to make its way from her throat. she presses their lips harder against each other before pulling back. she can’t help but to give wooyoung even more kisses, soft and sweet pecks.
wooyoung giggles, her cheeks red and lips puffy from their kiss. she grabs the necklace from the blanket and says, “put it on me?”
san nods as wooyoung turns around. she fastens the necklace around wooyoung’s neck and presses another kiss to the nape of her neck. “i love you,” she whispers into wooyoung’s hair.
wooyoung turns around and cups a hand on san’s cheek. she swipes her thumb across her cheekbone, wiping away san’s own happy tears. “i love you too, cowgirl. so, so much.”
later, when they’ve packed up the car and are ready to head out, san excuses herself for a moment and walks over to a nearby pay phone booth.
the phone rings for just a few moments before her mother picks up the phone. “hello?”
“mom,” san breathes out, relaxing against the glass wall.
“san-ah? oh honey, where are you? i thought you were coming in early! your father and i have been worried sick. we almost called in a missing persons report.”
san laughs, knowing her mom’s tendency to dramatize everything. “i’m sorry. i took a pit stop to go to the beach.” she looks over at her truck, where wooyoung is looking over at her with a lovesick smile on her face. “actually… we will be there within the hour.”
her mother makes a confused noise. “we?” there’s a tinge of excitement in her voice.
“yeah,” san says softly. “her name is wooyoung. she’s… she’s special, momma. i can’t wait for you to meet her. i just know you’ll love her.”
“i’m sure i will. oh, sweetie,” her mother coos. “i’m happy for you, my love.”
“i’m happy too.”
they say their goodbyes, with san promising to drive safe and that she’ll see them soon. after hanging up, san jogs back over to wooyoung and wraps her up in a big hug, spinning her around and planting a big kiss to her forehead.
wooyoung laughs brightly. “what was that for!” she asks in between giggles.
“i’m just happy,” san says while grinning.
wooyoung melts and presses her lips against san’s. “me too.”
they climb into the truck and smile at each other again. san reaches over and grabs wooyoung’s hand, looking at her with hearts in her eyes. “ready, princess?”
wooyoung looks back, her eyes reflecting san’s own precious love. “let’s go, cowgirl.”
and so they drive on.