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Wooyoung is a light sleeper in the morning. Maybe if she keeps her eyes closed just a while longer, the cats will stop meowing. She’s fighting a losing battle. She gives in when she feels the bed dip next to her, hoping her girlfriend got home early— that would explain why the cats are going crazy— only to be met with a furry face instead. Byeol paws at her, meowing at a decibel that San had assured her was ‘totally normal’ and ‘just a siamese thing’ when they started dating.
She sighs, throwing the covers off and finally sitting up. Byeol darts out before her owner’s feet even touch the ground. If Wooyoung had to guess, she’d say she’s hoping for a second breakfast. She really shouldn’t, Byeol is supposed to be on a diet and she knows San fed her before leaving. In fact, their bratty cat was very insistent that her mom get out of bed and feed her instead of letting San cuddle with Wooyoung for the few minutes they had left.
But if it can buy Wooyoung another hour of sleep, or two…
She walks past the kitchen and into the living room, finding Dal, their other cat. She’s sitting next to the couch, looking at Wooyoung expectantly. Byeol squeezes between her legs, moving closer to the couch, pawing for something underneath. Wooyoung reaches in and pulls out their favorite toy, a little crinkle ball.
“You woke me up for this ?”
They’re not even listening to her plea, eyes trained on the toy. Their cuteness makes it too easy to forgive them, though. Something tells her that they’re very aware of that.
Just as she’s thinking of going back to sleep, something else catches her attention.
Someone is crying, and this time it’s not a cat. It’s coming from the front door, too loud to be the kids walking to school down the street. She pokes her head outside, just to make sure—
Oh. It’s Seonghwa and Seeun, the mother and son who live in the unit right next to theirs.
The neighbor seems to be a little frustrated trying to get her toddler to zip his coat back up. The kid’s face is all red, streaked with tears and looking truly pitiful but Wooyoung can tell from his mom’s face that it’s probably nothing bad.
“I’m not going!” He yells, stomping his little foot. Seonghwa’s head turns, her expression turning apologetic as soon as she notices Wooyoung. She must feel embarrassed, but really, the two of them have been great neighbors for the most part; these things just come with having a 3 year old living next door.
“Where are you two going?” Wooyoung asks Seeun, wondering if it’ll be easier if someone helps but the toddler just shakes his head.
“I don’t want to go,” he cries, giving his mom the sweetest puppy eyes. Wooyoung isn’t sure she could resist such a cute face.
Seonghwa looks like she’s about to give in, too.
“We have to, baby, it’s not going to take long,” she tries to reason. “And we can get breakfast on the way.”
He shakes his head again, digging his heels in and clinging to his mom’s leg like that will stop her from leaving for the car. That’s when Wooyoung notices she’s wearing high heels and sheer tights, her long legs disappearing under a pretty trench coat. Seonghwa always looks nice and put together, but the suit and glasses make it apparent that they’re not just going for a stroll.
When she looks up at Wooyoung, it’s with worry written all over her face. “I have to be in the office for a casting, I’d work from home if I could.”
Seonghwa tries so hard, Wooyoung knows that from the interactions they’ve had before. Usually on their porch, just like this one, but more pleasant. Wooyoung always sees her playing with Seeun, trying to keep him engaged and interested in new things. If there was more she could do to help— Wooyoung knows San would be more than okay with the two of them babysitting once in a while, but they haven’t found the opportunity to extend that offer yet.
“We usually have fun at the office, right?” Seonghwa tries again, a gentle hand pushing Seeun’s bangs away from his tear-streaked face.
“But you said Daddy isn’t there today,” he pouts.
Daddy? Are Seonghwa and Seeun’s dad coworkers ? That has to be awkward. Though, maybe she shouldn’t be so quick to judge. She’s noticed Seeun isn’t always home with Seonghwa, so they must be making the co-parenting thing work.
“What if you stayed home with me? We can have breakfast while mommy does her thing, if she’s okay with that?”
Seeun’s little head whips around quickly, looking between her and his mommy with eyes full of hope. He must really not feel like going. Not that she can blame him, sitting around without your mom and dad is boring enough as an adult.
Seonghwa’s thought process is visible on her face, brows furrowing so loud she can almost hear her think.
“Are you sure?”
Wooyoung nods and watches Seeun finally peel himself from his mom’s leg. She offers him a smile which he returns shyly.
“Okay, you can stay home with mommy’s friend,” Seonghwa concedes, making Wooyoung blush.
Stay focused, she reminds herself. Now’s not the time to think about how that title made her feel.
“Would you be ok just staying in our apartment? I won’t be gone for more than two hours.” Seonghwa interrupts her train of thought, reminding her of what she just signed up for.
“Take whatever time you need, I don’t have to be at work until 3!”
She’s already awake now anyway, she might as well stay up if it can help. Her neighbor already seems so relieved.
“Thank you so much… you should go warm yourself up first, you poor thing,” Seonghwa says, and it takes her a second to realize she’s looking at her and not Seeun. April weather isn’t ideal for standing outside in her pjs yet, the cold starting to seep uncomfortably through her thin sleep shirt.
She gets dressed and grabs her phone, a hair tie, and her wallet just in case.
Their apartment is similar to San and hers. They hadn’t even bothered looking at the 2 bedroom units in the building before moving in; the one bedroom had been just right for their budget. This floor plan is slightly wider to accommodate a second bedroom and a more spacious bathroom. Maybe their unit actually has a bath— she’ll have to ask if Seonghwa is interested in the bath bombs she’s been hoarding.
To be honest, Wooyoung is mostly jealous of the extra counter space in the kitchen. It looks like they’re making good use of it, too.
Seonghwa walks her through the things she needs to know: what she can keep Seeun busy with, where the snacks are in case they get hungry, emergency contacts… They end up swapping phone numbers before Wooyoung almost shoos her out of her own place— she looked to be in a hurry this morning and she doesn’t need to be late when Wooyoung likely can figure it out.
Luckily, Seeun is easy to handle once he settles. Not that she doesn’t have her share of experiences with difficult kids. Over the next hour, Wooyoung even manages to convince him to help put away some of the mess, making a game out of putting the toys away. Surely mom will appreciate that.
“Do you want to go pick another book?” Wooyoung asks, stretching to put the one they just finished down on the coffee table. Seeun stays quiet, not moving from where he’s curled up on top of her. She loves having a baby to hold, it reminds her of her little sister. Sadly, most of the kids at her job are too old to want hugs— unless they really need one— and her little sister is entering a similar phase. She fears she’s going to age out of the cool older sister position any day now.
The peace is short-lived, Seeun standing up as soon as they hear the jingle of keys at the front door. He somehow manages to hit both her chin with his head and her knee with his little foot while doing so… but it’s cute that he’s so excited to see his mom. Though Wooyoung realizes that might not be the full reason when she sees him start to paw at the brown bag in Seonghwa’s hands before she even takes off her coat.
“Careful honey, it’s still hot.”
Her eyes meet Wooyoung’s and they both can’t help but laugh, the kid’s earlier worries seemingly completely forgotten now that his mom is back and he has sweets to consume.
Seonghwa hands him the bag carefully, using the hand that’s now free to undo the buckle on her heels while doing her best to balance the drinks tray with her other hand.
“Let me help!” Wooyoung rushes up, taking the drinks from her and holding out a hand to steady her. Now that she’s holding the tray, she notices there’s three drinks in it— there’s a tiny cup smelling of hot chocolate, in a format obviously meant for kids, and some kind of strawberry refresher, but the iced coffee is exactly what she’d have picked out for herself. How did Seonghwa know?
“Ugh, I don’t know how I used to wear these for a whole day,” Seonghwa whines cutely, kicking the offending shoes closer to the wall. “The coffee is for you, by the way. I also got you something else, in the bag.”
Seeun perks up at that, having made his way to the dinner table. The bag is open and somehow there’s already crumbs on the table. “Let’s get plates first,” Seonghwa reminds him, and he sits back on the chair, kicking his feet.
Wooyoung follows them and sets the drinks down, reaching for the hot chocolate first. She makes sure it’s not too hot before handing it out; she doesn’t know how far Seonghwa’s commute is, but it was apparently long enough for the drink to cool down.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t think to ask if you had anything planned right after this.” Seonghwa sets the plates down before sitting and reaching for the bag.
“I’m okay, I don’t work until 3,” Wooyoung says, finally taking a sip of her coffee. It’s so good, not too sweet, the perfect way to start her day. “This is so nice, you really didn’t have to…”
Her eyes widen as Seonghwa pulls a pastry out of the bag, then two: they’re these salted caramel bars she loves— oh, one of them is going on her plate, thank god— and she’s tried recreating so many times but they’re never as good as the ones from this store. Seeun gets banana bread; it seems like it might ruin his appetite for lunch but Seonghwa did promise a little treat if he was good…
“Don’t be silly,” Seonghwa replies, “It’s the least I can do, you really helped me out.”
Well, Wooyoung at least feels much better about this than Seonghwa offering to pay her.
…She’s not going to, is she?
“Did everything turn out okay? You weren’t late?” Wooyoung has no idea what Seonghwa does for a living, but going off the nice clothes she’s wearing she assumes some kind of office job. She said she had a casting, so maybe she works with actors?
“Oh, yes, I think they’ll be a good fit, it was worth going.”
That’s good, it would probably suck going all the way there just to realize things wouldn’t work out. She watches Seonghwa take the first bite. Then a bigger bite. “This is so good!”
“It’s actually my favorite,” Wooyoung admits, “I’m amazed you picked that out of everything.”
Somehow, Seonghwa doesn’t seem surprised by that. “Oh, I had help. I remembered your roommate works at this cafe, I was hoping she would be there today. She said these were your favorites,” she admits with a proud little smile.
Right. Yeah, of course, her roommate .
She should have expected that, but it still stings.
“She’s not my roommate,” Wooyoung corrects her, perhaps too abruptly. It’s not Seonghwa’s fault. It’s a reasonable assumption to make, she just wishes everyone wouldn’t jump to it all the time.
“Oh.”
She can’t tell what Seonghwa’s expression is supposed to mean. Is that so shocking? It’s been a while since either she or San have felt like they need to hide their relationship. If anything, their friends would say they need to hide it more just to save them from the PDA.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed.”
Despite the apology, Seonghwa still seems troubled, like she wants to say something but is holding back. I hope that doesn’t make you uncomfortable , Wooyoung could say— but honestly, she doesn’t want to. If Seonghwa has a problem with it, that’s on her, not them .
“We’re also, well… the reason my ex-husband and I…”
Seonghwa’s confession gets Wooyoung’s attention. The older woman’s gaze lands on her son and she seems to stop herself. If she’s saying what Wooyoung thinks she’s saying… that has to be a complex dynamic for a kid to understand.
“Well, if the food your girlfriend makes at home is as good as this, you’re very lucky.” Seonghwa’s comment lightens the mood, making Wooyoung snort at the thought of San baking. Wooyoung is very lucky, her girlfriend is good at many things. Ones that don’t include measuring cups and strict instructions.
“I think cooking is more my thing,” Wooyoung says, “but she can make amazing coffee now, so she’s basically the perfect wife.” Seeun looks at her, then at his mom.
“Daddy and uncle Yunho can’t cook, but they still like each other,” he argues, like what Wooyoung just said doesn’t make sense. Seonghwa laughs and reaches over to wipe his cheek before launching into a bunch of questions about Wooyoung’s cooking.
Hongjoong and Seonghwa started dating in high school.
It made sense at the time: Everyone kept asking if they were dating, like it wasn’t possible for a boy and a girl to just be best friends. And if everyone thought there was something between them… maybe they were right?
But how could they have known? They were only 16, with no idea what separates platonic and romantic love.
To be honest, Seonghwa still isn’t sure she knows the difference now. She still loves him. She thinks he still loves her. They just don’t love each other in the way that a mom and dad should.
The pregnancy wasn’t planned, but Seonghwa always wanted children. Hongjoong was happy with the news too, even though it came earlier than either of them had expected— he had just launched a fashion brand and both of them were putting all of their energy into making it happen. How would they find time for a whole other person?
The cracks in their relationship were already there. They had both been questioning themselves for a while, trying to figure out their identities. The stress of nurturing both a brand new company and a human life just made those cracks grow faster, no matter how hard they tried. Until it shattered.
Seonghwa knows Hongjoong spent years questioning it, agonizing over it, but as a young mom it felt like only a few months between the time he told her “I think I like men,” and “I’m not sure if I’m into women at all.”
Perhaps the reason they were so drawn to each other was a simple one: they were two queer kids who found each other when no one else could understand them.
She knows Hongjoong was right, but it gets hard sometimes, especially when he’s away on business trips. Neither of their families live in the city, so Seonghwa is incredibly grateful for Wooyoung’s help over the past week and a half. She’s still looking for a way to repay her, but the younger girl has been dodging every money-related conversation.
She planned on working from the office today, using Wooyoung’s offer to babysit as the opportunity to catch up on little things: meeting new faces, grabbing coffee with old ones, and most excitingly getting to touch the sparkly fabric of Hongjoong’s new collection with her own hands. Unfortunately for her, one of Wooyoung’s coworkers calls in sick and she ends up getting called into work earlier than usual.
After rushing home, she finds the apartment empty, front door unlocked.
Panic starts to set in as she checks both bedrooms and finds them empty too, not a thing out of place. Seeun’s coat and shoes aren’t in their usual spot by the entrance so they must have walked to the park, right? But then wouldn’t Wooyoung have texted to let her know?
She puts her bag down, rummaging frantically for her phone when a movement in the window catches her eye.
It’s Wooyoung.
When Seonghwa opens the door to their shared balcony, the girl simply turns and smiles at her before looking back down. Still no sign of Seeun. Rushing to the railings, she follows Wooyoung’s gaze and— there he is, down in the little park behind their apartment building. He’s covered in dirt but he’s giggling as he chases after a ball, a familiar silhouette running after him.
She can’t help the sigh of relief that comes from seeing San down there. Wooyoung turns again, about to tease her, stopping when she sees the genuine distress on Seonghwa’s face.
“Oh, unnie,” Wooyoung says, stepping closer. Her brows crease in worry. “You didn’t get my texts?”
…Her texts?
Right, she grabbed her phone but she never looked at it.
wooyoung
i called san just in case you didn’t make it in time!
i think we’re going outside
let it be known i tried to stop them
“...I didn’t have time to check,” Seonghwa admits, letting the younger girl pull her into a hug. The smell of white musk and jasmine fills her nose as Wooyoung tiptoes and presses their cheeks together. She’s like a kitten, Seonghwa thinks fondly. She hadn’t realized how much she missed being hugged until now, with Wooyoung’s arms wrapped around her.
It only lasts an instant, Wooyoung pulling away too quickly. “I need to go soon… I’m glad I got to see you, though,” she smiles, moving to look over the balcony where Seeun and San are still playing. “Aren’t they so cute?”
Seonghwa has to agree. She’s not sure what she did to have two neighbors who are so sweet and good with kids but she’s grateful for it. She sends Wooyoung off with a promise to pay her back and as usual, Wooyoung tells her it’s no big deal. So she keeps looking out the balcony, trying to figure out what game they’re playing. It doesn’t seem like they’re following any rules; Seeun is just happy to let all of his energy out.
After a while, San looks up, clearly expecting to see Wooyoung where Seonghwa stands. After they smile and wave, San gets Seeun’s attention and points out his mom. Seonghwa watches them start running until they disappear under the balcony.
As expected, Seeun makes it to the front door first, and she’s there to intercept him: no muddy footsteps make it past the rug in the entrance, not on her watch. “Hi baby,” she greets, helping him sit and take off his shoes. The knees on his pants have turned greenish from kneeling in the grass, but that’s a problem for later. “Did you have a good day?”
“Yes! Mama, can we play again tomorrow?”
His eyes are sparkling as he asks and it takes away some of the guilt she has from leaving him so often these days. Apparently San had been the one to offer, but Seonghwa still hopes she’s not putting too much on her and Wooyoung. After assuring him that they can, that she’ll go with him if San isn’t available tomorrow, she picks him up, using the opportunity to sneak in a hug.
That’s when the door opens, a very flushed San standing on her doorstep. “Sorry, almost forgot this,” she says, holding up the ball they’d been playing with. That is one of theirs, though she has no idea how the girls knew to look for it. Maybe Seeun remembered?
“Thank you,” Seonghwa says, “I’m sorry you had to stay late.”
She almost gives up and puts Seeun down when he starts squirming but then San hands him the ball; that seems to keep him occupied for now. They smile at each other and— oh, she’d never noticed San has dimples in both cheeks.
It’s not just the dimples, though. San still has a pretty flush on her cheeks, ponytail messy from running around, shirt tight around her biceps…
Seonghwa had never really thought about how attractive her neighbors were. Part of her is a little jealous of what they have with each other. She wouldn’t trade her kid for anything, but she wonders if she’d had more time to herself, back then, would she be dating someone like San?
“Oh, it’s no problem at all, I had no plans anyway. We had fun outside, right?”
San looks fondly at Seeun, who nods, feeling heavier in Seonghwa’s arms. He’s about due for his nap, even more so if they’ve been running around all afternoon. “And also,” San adds, “I think Wooyoung is happy to spend more time with you two. She really likes you.”
She does? It’s obvious that Wooyoung loves kids and that she’s happy to babysit, but Seonghwa wasn’t sure if the girl actually enjoyed her company or if she’s just this friendly with everyone.
“I really like her too.” Wait, is this something she should be telling Wooyoung’s girlfriend? “You’re welcome here anytime.”
San seems to want to say something, but the dozing toddler in Seonghwa’s arms gives them both pause. They’re going to have to take the conversation elsewhere if she doesn’t want to end up with a fussy three year old later.
“I’ll text you,” San says quietly, waving goodbye as she closes the door slowly.
They end up texting a lot . Wooyoung makes a group chat and adds them both so they can all contact each other, though she ends up texting them individually sometimes too, to avoid spamming the other.
They cross the line from neighbors to friends quickly. San feels like someone Seonghwa has known her whole life with the gentle familiarity between them, and Wooyoung… she’s just so easy to love, so eager to include Seonghwa in their plans, like she was always supposed to be there.
Between childcare and their mismatched shifts— none of them work a 9 to 5— and San coaching the local kids’ soccer team a few times a week… It's a while before they can make plans beyond dinner at home or a trip to the park with Seeun. Those are fun too, of course, but San and Wooyoung have been saying it’d be good for her to do things that don’t involve being a mom.
She doesn’t realize just how right they are until the day of their first little outing. She has some work to do in the morning and she can’t wait to be done, feeling a kind of excitement she hasn’t felt since… well, since she got divorced. She really should be better about contacting her old friends, too.
She hasn’t been home for 5 minutes when she hears a knock on the front door. There’s a pause, then the sound of the door opening.
“We’re here!” comes Wooyoung’s voice from the living room.
She peeks her head out of the bedroom, finding them sitting on her couch like that’s their home — she supposes they’ve been here often enough in the past month to babysit that they might as well be. “Take your time,” San says, leaning back against the seat and pulling out her phone, “Youngie just couldn’t wait anymore.”
San is wearing a plain tshirt and jeans under a dark unbuttoned shirt, and Seonghwa realizes it matches the color of Wooyoung’s cardigan. She isn’t sure if they’re matching on purpose, but it brings a smile to her face anyway. Her friends are adorable together.
Wooyoung’s cardigan looks soft and her short hair is styled differently today, the longer strands curling around her neck. She’s wearing loose short overalls underneath, which shouldn’t look as cool as it does on her. It’s probably because Wooyoung has really long legs.
Seonghwa’s wardrobe is a bit… lacking in the “comfortable and effortless” department, rather oscillating between the extremes of being comfortable at home and looking professional at work. She grabs a black pencil skirt she used to wear all the time and pulls it on over a pair of tights, suddenly remembering why she stopped wearing it.
It’s not as obvious facing the mirror, mostly thanks to the color, but when she turns to the side you can tell her tummy isn’t as flat as it used to be. It still fits her, it just feels foreign. She was so different when she used to wear this.
Seonghwa walks back to her doorway, still half dressed. Growing up a theater kid means she’s never been shy about changing in front of her friends. “Um… thoughts?” With San and Wooyoung’s attention now on her, she holds up the turtleneck she was planning to wear to her chest, so they can see what it’d look like. Wooyoung nods enthusiastically.
“I was thinking with this pleather shirt over it,” she explains further, holding the shirts up on top of each other.
“You’d look good in anything, we’re just going to walk around anyway,” San says, clearly amused by how invested her girlfriend is in their friend’s little runway moment.
Said girlfriend turns around, elbowing her lightly. “Don’t say that! Dates are always special!”
Seonghwa laughs, finding herself agreeing with both. Maybe she is worrying too much about this. “I think this looks good, unnie,” Wooyoung finally says, sharing a look with San that she can’t quite figure out. She finishes getting dressed, hair and makeup already done from earlier.
San huffs a little when she puts on shoes, staring at the chunky heels like they’re offending her personally.
“It’s just a few inches, San.” Seonghwa can’t resist patting the younger girl’s head. San swats her hand away playfully.
Their first stop is a café where San and Wooyoung appear to be regulars. Since it’s her first time here, Seonghwa lets herself be tempted by the white cake on display, ordering a slice. It’s also pretty crowded, so San and her move to the back while Wooyoung waits for their drinks.
“I wish we had those,” San laments, eyeing her slice of cake with the energy of a boyfriend who’s about to ask ‘are you done with that?’. Seonghwa turns her body slightly, guarding the cake with her shoulders as she scoops up another strawberry. San is so fun to tease, pouting bigger every time Seonghwa glances over her shoulder.
If Seonghwa thought of Wooyoung as cat-like, she’s realized over the past few weeks that San is even more of a cat. The girl has a natural cuteness that’s such an endearing contrast to the first impression Seonghwa had of her. She had always seemed a bit intimidating, from a distance.
She has her hair up as usual, but it’s in a clip today, giving her more of a relaxed vibe. It exposes all of her neck and the freckles there catch Seonghwa’s attention. She never noticed them. It makes her want to reach out and pet her neck, cute kitty that she is.
When Seonghwa finally looks up, San is staring, no longer sulking but rather holding back a smile.
“You’ve got some filling, here-” and suddenly her friend’s thumb is touching her lip, swiping at the white cream on her cheek. San brings it to her own mouth, finally getting a taste of her cake.
“...Thank you,” Seonghwa says, breaking eye contact so that San doesn’t notice her burning cheeks.
There’s an awkward silence.
Or maybe it’s only awkward to Seonghwa: maybe she’s the one making it weird. San has moved on to teasing her about how the cake tastes as good as it looks so she must not be feeling the same embarrassment.
“Fine, I guess you can have some...”
Seonghwa’s concession is a distraction. Of course San is just being her kind and silly self, she has a girlfriend . It’s not her fault that Seonghwa hasn’t had someone treat her this nicely in a while.
Wooyoung joins them with a tray of drinks a minute later. Seonghwa lets them finish the cake. For all her teasing, she did get it thinking they could all share. Plus, Wooyoung paid for their drinks anyway.
Seonghwa doesn’t say anything, worried that Wooyoung has noticed their little interaction. But Wooyoung links their arms together as they walk down the street, and Seonghwa feels more at ease surrounded by the familiar scent of her perfume.
San doesn’t even care that Seonghwa and Wooyoung spent entirely too long looking through clothes— namely because they keep making each other laugh and clinging to each other and it’s the cutest thing— worth sacrificing what would have been a date night with Wooyoung.
It doesn’t feel that different from Wooyoung and San’s usual dates anyway; Seonghwa goes along easily with what they had planned to do regardless.
They haven’t been out with friends in a while, not since finals started and took Yeosang away. It’s nice to see Wooyoung having so much fun. There’s a big overlap between Wooyoung’s friend group and hers, and she likes Wooyoung’s other friends well enough, but she really likes Seonghwa.
Wooyoung is nearing the end of her drink, sucking air through her straw. San sees her pull out her phone and recognizes it as a sign that they’ve been looking at books long enough. They bring their final picks to the counter and Wooyoung waits behind them, opening her purse for San to use.
She’s holding out her phone to show both girls when they walk up to her: it’s open to a restaurant menu. “Should we get take out?”
They don’t typically order out after every date, but it is getting late so it sounds like a good idea. Wooyoung is about to put their order in when she remembers something.
“Don’t you want to look at that store first? The one that has all those toys you showed me?”
That had been their plan for today, before they decided to invite Seonghwa. San had completely forgotten by now, but she could always count on her girlfriend’s excel sheet of a brain for things like this. She still wants to go, but… “We could always go another time, if you guys are tired,” she shrugs.
Thankfully, Wooyoung and Seonghwa are both down with one last stop for today. It’s a nice, short walk under the street lights; Wooyoung holds her hand while Seonghwa scrolls on her phone for more restaurant ideas. San would say it’s her idea of romance, and Wooyoung would tease her for it.
Two things are very clear: One, the store is much smaller than that instagram reel made it seem when San saw it. Two, Seonghwa had either been too nice or too embarrassed to ask what ‘toy store’ meant because the look on her face tells them she wasn’t expecting this .
The store’s back wall is lined with blind boxes of various figure brands, the whole reason San wanted to come in the first place— well, that and the plushies, but she swore before leaving the house that she wouldn’t get a new one unless it was a specific one she’d been looking for.
They spend some time looking through the different collections, pointing out everything that reminds them of their favorite characters. Every now and then, since they started texting, San will realize she’s underestimating how much of a nerd Seonghwa really is, but it’s a pleasant surprise every time.
There’s also a lot of cat themed merch. Wooyoung will buy siamese cat trinkets whenever she finds one; they’re some of San’s favorite things they have at home. Thinking of her kitties will inevitably make her smile, but what’s even better is the thought that Wooyoung picked it out thinking of their little family.
After much debate, San finally stops in front of the mofusand display. These specific keychains are new, or at least she hasn’t seen them before. Seonghwa and Wooyoung’s cheeks squish into either of her shoulders as they check the side of the box she picked up.
“Look at this one,” San tilts the box so Seonghwa can see better and points at the odd one out, the only one of a completely different color. “The black one always reminds me of Wooyoungie— ack, don’t bite me!”
Unfortunately for Wooyoung, she ducks too slowly and finds herself trapped between her girlfriend’s arms— a place she’s usually very happy to be, so San knows the squirming is all for show. She doesn’t have much of an audience to fool though. Seonghwa is pointedly not looking, shuffling through the different mofusand boxes and squeezing or shaking them lightly.
“I think the shapes are too similar to tell,” San tells her, and Seonghwa nods, admitting defeat. Whatever she picks will be truly random. Wooyoung uses the distraction to wriggle out of her grip, leaning over and picking up a box without seemingly much thought. She places it in San’s outstretched hands, knowing she would have made her pick anyway.
“What if I got one too?” Seonghwa suddenly asks, hand hovering over the display. “Then you can keep whichever one you prefer!”
They ended up getting three, one for each of them. Wooyoung is pretty satisfied with herself for managing to pay for all three while they were distracted by the large plushies in the back.
San had insisted on giving the black cat keychain to Wooyoung and the strawberry themed one to Seonghwa under the pretext that it suited them best, keeping the one with a pudding on her head for herself. Both girls kept smiling every time they looked at theirs, so that was money well spent if you ask Wooyoung.
They finally headed back to Wooyoung and San’s apartment, arms full of takeout food. They would watch a movie and eat snacks and Seonghwa would finally get to meet their two kitties. San shared enough pictures that Seonghwa was already familiar with them, but it was the first time she’d really met them.
While Byeol kept her distance and watched from the bedroom at first, Seonghwa’s once black tights had quickly turned white from Dal rubbing up on them.
They let Seonghwa pick a movie while Wooyoung set up their food and San changed into something more comfortable. They may have moved in together shortly after they started dating four years ago, but still, the sight of her girlfriend with her hair down and her bra off is always nearly enough to make her say fuck whatever other plans they had—
But they have someone over so Wooyoung focuses on coaxing Byeol over instead. It turns out to be much easier now that there’s food on the table. Seonghwa picks some musical movie that Wooyoung’s fairly certain they’ve seen before: she remembers some of the songs but not much of the plot.
The food keeps them quiet for a while, through a series of whimsy musical numbers. The plot takes a sad turn at some point, if she remembers correctly, but she’s more interested in her friends’ commentary than the movie itself. It seems her theater kid of a girlfriend has found her match, Seonghwa being just as excited as San is to discuss the costumes and colorful wigs.
“I’ve always wanted to try a different hair color,” Seonghwa says, making Wooyoung look up from where she’d laid her head in the older woman’s lap after they finished eating. “I couldn’t do it back when I had an office job, but I don’t think Hongjoong would care.”
Well, her ex-husband has that going for him at least, Wooyoung thinks.
She hums, still staring at Seonghwa’s face— trying to imagine what colors would look good on her. Wooyoung bleached her hair once and still cringes looking back on it. San says it was cute, but she’s biased because that’s how she met her.
“Like… going lighter, or a vivid color?”
She is genuinely curious about it, given that her best friend actually styles people for a living. She’s starting to pick up on some of the things that she’s talked about. Seonghwa seems like she could pull off anything.
It probably helps that she’s one of the most beautiful women Wooyoung has ever met.
“I don’t know… maybe silver?”
That’s not the answer Wooyoung expected.
“I think you’d be too hot, then,” Wooyoung gasps, faint with the vision. “What if your company never hires another model again?”
Seonghwa goes to shush her but when San unsurprisingly takes Wooyoung’s side, she finds herself trapped in compliment jail, her blush visible even in the dim light of the TV glow.
Wooyoung isn’t sure if Seonghwa is aware that she’s started playing with her hair or if that’s a habit from being a mom. She’s not complaining; her head feels heavy, her body comfortably stretched out with her legs in San’s lap. Her friend’s long nails massage her head while San kneads at her legs and feet.
This might be what heaven feels like. She’s so full, and so sleepy.
She closes her thighs when San’s hand starts trailing up, her girlfriend pulling away with a pout. She’s so comfortable, even when they start shaking with laughter or when San leans over her to hold Seonghwa’s hand during the tense parts.
The last thing she’s fully conscious of is watching San try to pretend she’s not crying as the sad plot picks up.
She’s woken up by Seonghwa’s hand gently shaking her shoulder.
“Wooyoungie, I’m gonna go soon.”
Wooyoung tries to sit up, disturbing Byeol who had curled up on her chest at some point— it’s all very fuzzy. “I had so much fun today,” Seonghwa says, all sweet and sleepy-eyed.
“Sorry I fell asleep.”
“You looked so cute and comfy, I didn’t want to bother you.”
When Wooyoung opens her arms, Seonghwa dives in to hug her. It’s kind of an awkward position but Seonghwa is so warm and soft. She holds on tight, forcing the older girl to pull her into a sitting position.
“Text me when you get home,” Wooyoung says without thinking. It earns her a laugh and a smile from her friend, who gives her one last squeeze before heading out.
San walks Seonghwa to the door, stepping outside with her, and then all Wooyoung can hear is a muffled conversation.
Wooyoung looks around, still feeling like she’s not fully awake. The girls must have picked up the food containers at some point because the living room is spotless except for the blanket they’d pulled over her at some point. She folds it up, then goes to brush her teeth and change while waiting for San to come back.
By the time San comes to bed, Wooyoung is already tucked under the covers, mindlessly scrolling on her phone. The big light is off, their bedside table lamp painting the room in a soft glow.
If Wooyoung was as nosy as San, she would ask what they were talking about outside. Instead, she watches San slip into bed, holding the covers up to let Wooyoung snuggle in. San is the perfect size for a cuddle, tiny waist made to grab and tug closer, and her shoulders are the best place to lay her tired head.
They often sit like this in bed, sometimes with one of their phones out so they can show the other whatever silly video they saved that day, sometimes just to talk quietly about whatever. Tonight is heading towards the latter.
“I’m glad you had fun today,” Wooyoung says, her hand moving to San’s soft little tummy as she scoots closer.
“Me too.” San looks down, twisting the promise ring around her finger as she often does when there’s something on her mind. “You know how… usually when we go out with our friends, even though I have fun too, it feels like my social battery is empty after that?”
Wooyoung lifts her head to look at her, reaching out to tuck back a strand of San’s hair when it threatens to fall in front of her face. That’s her sweet, introverted girlfriend, always in need of a cuddle after a big day like this. Sometimes she worries that she gets lonely when she stays home a lot, but she’s learned over the years that this is what works for them.
“It was just really comfortable, I don’t feel as drained today.”
“Like when you’re with me?” Wooyoung asks, remembering how San said something similar years ago. They’ve been stuck to each other from the first time they met, even in that short time before they moved in together. Having to learn to cohabitate without being together all the time was an interesting chore.
“It’s different.” She’s smiling at Wooyoung with so much fondness that it makes her chest hurt.
They talk about their day. Wooyoung asks about the books they picked out and San tells her how Seonghwa hugged her so tight at the door earlier. How she seemed like she didn’t want to go.
They agree that they’ll have to take her out again soon.
San pauses mid-sentence when she notices Wooyoung’s hand somehow found her way between her thighs.
“I’m cold!”
It’s clear San doesn’t buy it. “You’re not cold! You’re a human furnace, if anything.”
“You don’t know that, maybe I’m cold right now,” Wooyoung whines. Neither of them tries to remove her hand.
It’s really a wonder that Wooyoung hasn’t kicked the blankets off of them yet. Their combined body heat has Wooyoung sleepily rubbing circles into San’s thigh while the latter talks about a customer she had at work yesterday. It’s a funny story, but Wooyoung is more interested in slowly inching her hand up until it’s cupping San’s pussy.
So comfy.
San cuts herself off again and scoffs, but she spreads her legs slightly to allow Wooyoung better access. Wooyoung can feel her skin through the thin underwear, so warm and soft and she can feel the hair that’s barely there— her breathing picks up as she leans in a little. She loves it like this, when it’s spontaneous and everything is a touch messy.
Her fingers trace the shape of her slit through her panties until some wetness starts to seep through, imaging how it would tickle and feel so good. Her fingers glide more easily, sliding between San’s lips and finally touching—
San grabs her wrist and pulls her hand away.
“Nooo,” Wooyoung whines, until she realizes what her girlfriend is getting at and happily lets herself be pulled into San’s lap.
“Are you still cold?”
Wooyoung nods without hesitation. Whatever San has in mind to warm her up, she wants that. San wraps her hands around her waist and starts kissing her, pulling her closer. Wooyoung’s hands hang uselessly on her sides, trapped between San’s much stronger arms; this must have been her master plan all along.
She starts squirming, whining into the kiss and it makes San laugh and pull away. She kisses her cheek instead, right where her beauty mark lies.
“I can’t help it,” Wooyoung says, trying to sneak her hand between their warm bodies again, “You kept touching me all night…”
The truth is that she’s been turned on ever since she laid down between them, the gentle touch just enough of a tease to have her imagination running wild. And it was tolerable until now, but with San keeping her legs spread on either side of her thighs she can feel herself leaking uncomfortably into her underwear.
She needs to touch San first. If San starts touching her …
Luckily, San is seemingly too tired to put up a fight and lets her slip a hand between them again. Wooyoung uses the new position to her advantage, mouthing at San’s chest through her shirt. She feels San’s hips stutter when her lips meet her nipple through the fabric teasingly.
She’s a sight to behold, her long hair fanned across the pillow where she threw her head back, pushing her chest out into Wooyoung’s waiting hand. Her breasts bounce lightly as she tries to hump Wooyoung’s other hand, needing more, and god— San has the perfect tits, just big enough to fill Wooyoung’s hands.
Wooyoung loves to touch them through her shirts, feeling her hard little nipples poking through the fabric. She touches lightly , slowly, her palm barely grazing them at first. It can’t be as good as direct contact, and yet she always ends up begging Wooyoung to grope them properly.
Wooyoung takes a proper handful this time, squeezing, pushing and pulling at the hard little nub between her fingers. San gasps, her hands moving to Wooyoung’s ass.
“Is this okay?” Wooyoung asks, pushing aside San’s panties so she has access to her slick folds, already so wet just from a few minutes of making out. San nods enthusiastically, the pout on her lips earning her more kisses as Wooyoung slides a finger into her wet hole.
She keens at the sensation, pulling at Wooyoung’s ass cheeks and panties and the sudden friction is enough to have Wooyoung’s hips moving, trying to chase the feeling. It feels so good, but it’s not enough.
San seems to read her mind, her hands moving to the waistband of Wooyoung’s pants so she can help her pull them off. “Your shirt too,” San says, watching her sit up and throw her pants to the floor, panties coming off too, then her shirt.
When San pats her thigh for her to come back, Wooyoung shakes her head. “You too?”
San’s sweatpants join Wooyoung’s clothes on the floor and then she’s back in her girlfriend’s lap, all warm and cozy. San wastes no time kissing down her shoulders, her chest, giving it her full attention. She may not have been as blessed in that department as San was, but it never seems to bother her.
Whatever San is doing with her tongue feels so good, the little flicks and soft puffs of air on her nipples have her hips moving mindlessly. “Mmm, you’re so good.” Wooyoung says, gently running a hand through San’s hair and she preens at the praise, working harder.
San’s tummy is fit from her mornings at the gym but still soft, the perfect spot for Wooyoung to rub her pulsing clit. She leaves a wet trail on San’s stomach, the pudge over her abs squishing with every thrust of Wooyoung’s hips.
“You’re so wet,” San comments, looking down as well, “Did it feel that good when- when we were touching you? Unnie and me?”
Wooyoung’s brain— and hips— freeze for a second, processing what just came out of her girlfriend’s mouth. It’s just dirty talk, right? Not that they’ve… ever dismissed the idea of a threesome, but it hasn’t come up since that one time they made out with Yeosang, all those years ago. It didn’t lead any further than kissing and light touching over their clothes. She doesn’t blame Yeosang for not being ready for it back then, and hasn’t thought about her friend in that way since.
But back then, it had Wooyoung so worked up that she had San eating her out in the bathroom after that.
“You should have touched me more, earlier...”
“You’re the one who stopped me…” San says, now pressing wet kisses into her neck and guiding her hips into moving again. “You didn’t want unnie to know you were getting off on it, huh?”
Wooyoung doesn’t answer.
San pulls back to look at her. “Or did you?”
Wooyoung bites her lip, sure that the heat on her face is betraying her inner thoughts. She lets San lower her into a different position, her leg between her thighs so they can ride each other’s thighs.
“You were just, ah,” Wooyoung starts, tummy tensing when San starts moving, sending more heat through her body with every movement. She’s getting San even wetter, her thigh glistening with Wooyoung’s need, marking her the way she wanted to all day. “Just jealous, huh?”
Their movements have slowly pushed San on top of her, where she’s now cradling her waist with so much tenderness. Not crushing her, the hours she puts in at the gym obvious from the way she holds herself up effortlessly. Wooyoung doesn’t think she’ll ever stop getting hot and bothered every time she’s reminded of her girlfriend’s strength.
“I’d love to get you between us, too,” Wooyoung says, trailing her fingertips from San’s hips to her tummy, her flexing abs— “I’ve seen the way she looks at you, you know.”
San squeezes her eyes shut, shaking her head, like she doesn’t believe it but her head is already filled with filthy scenarios.
“We could edge you the way you like.” She keeps her touch light as her fingers trail even higher. “I bet she’d be good at it.” Wooyoung avoids giving her tits too much attention this time, pushing her palms up her chest and shoulders, wrapping them around her neck.
San leans in for a kiss when Wooyoung starts petting the back of her neck. She’s so, so sweet, even as she’s still humping her leg. “Pretty kitten,” Wooyoung whispers into the kiss, making San shiver.
Her hair's so soft. It’s a good thing she has it up most of the time or Wooyoung would want to pet her all the time.
“Maybe unnie would be too soft on you, at first. But she’s got the whole mommy thing down already, right?” Wooyoung’s voice starts shaking as she speaks, showing that she might not be as in control as she thinks. San doesn’t seem to mind, hanging on every word. “She’s a quick learner, wouldn’t let you cum until I say you can.”
Wooyoung can tell whenever San finds an angle that feels especially good from the way she gasps, and she starts pushing up her thigh more just to keep punching these cute little noises out of her.
“If only unnie knew how needy you get,” Wooyoung says, making San keen. “It wouldn’t be enough for you even with the two of us touching you.”
There’s a desperate look on San’s face. “Baby, please, I’d be happy just watching you two.” She sounds breathless as she says it, and Wooyoung no longer has the brain power to wonder if that’s true or if she’s just saying that —
She hugs her girlfriend close as she cums, every roll of her hips sending another jolt down her spine and dragging on her orgasm. She rides it out, whining and panting into San’s neck.
San is smiling when Wooyoung flops down. She looks so damn proud of herself.
Wooyoung recoils when San starts moving again, the movement pushing San’s thigh against her throbbing cunt. “Too much,” she whines, immediately eating her words as she watches San sit back.
She wants her girlfriend to get off too. Maybe she can get her to sit on her face? She’s too lazy to get their toys— can’t get out of bed.
“Use me?”
Wooyoung expects San to straddle her again. Instead, the other girl rolls her over, gentle hands pushing Wooyoung down onto her tummy. Now she feels cold, face down on their mattress, fully exposed for anyone who walks in to see.
If Seonghwa was to walk in… would she like what she sees? Wooyoung face down on the mattress, at San’s mercy, flushed and fucked out just from a little dirty talk. San’s hand is sliding down her ass, kneading it— her best asset, in San’s opinion, though Wooyoung thinks she might be biased. Her hand slips down further Wooyoung’s golden skin, onto her inner thigh, dipping dangerously close to her sensitive pussy.
San pushes her thigh further up onto the mattress, spreading her legs and exposing her further, like she just knows what Wooyoung is thinking about. She feels herself twitch, her hole clenching around nothing at the thought of Seonghwa walking in. She has the prettiest hands, always soft, long fingers, pretty french manicure— the contrast between her hands and San’s was perfect when they were touching her, earlier.
San’s fingers dig into her ass, bringing her back to reality. She throws a leg over her, straddling both thighs so that she’s sitting right over them. Oh, so that’s where this is going.
“Good?” San asks, just to be sure, even though they’ve done this before and Wooyoung always entertains it. Sometimes it doesn’t do anything for her, but just knowing this is one of San’s favorite ways to get off is so hot.
San starts moving her hips and soon enough she’s pressed against Wooyoung’s back, kissing her neck and fuck, Wooyoung can feel every drag of her wet pussy against her skin, San using her thigh and the meat of her ass to get herself off. She always gets so wet, soaking through her panties if Wooyoung teases her too much.
With her cheek pushed against the mattress, she can’t really see anything— can’t figure out if it’s sweat or San’s own wetness sliding down between her cheeks, making everything so slippery. She presses her thighs together, moaning as it squeezes her pussy tighter, feels so good.
San’s hands are holding her ass above where her own thighs sit, gripping in a way that will definitely leave marks. Wooyoung’s own hands clutch at the sheets above her head, San humping her hard enough that it’s jostling her forward. The sheets are getting wet, too, San pressing her into the mattress and creating delicious pressure on her whole lower body.
At this rate, Wooyoung might come a second time before her girlfriend even gets there. San loves to edge herself, but she’s not good at it, needs Wooyoung’s help to feel good.
“J-Just like that, Sannie, please, I’m gonna—”
San’s sweat drips down Wooyoung’s skin, making everything so slippery when her tits press down against her back and it makes Wooyoung moan, tensing up as she comes embarrassingly fast.
“That’s it, good girl,” San says, raising one of her hands only for it to come down hard on Wooyoung's ass. Wooyoung jolts and then tenses again, and that’s all it takes for San to cum too, losing her rhythm but not slowing down.
“Yes- keep going,” Wooyoung pants out.
San’s hips stutter but they keep moving, slow and deep as she rides herself to overstimulation.
They don’t say anything for a while, just catching their breath and enjoying the come down until Wooyoung realizes…
“Why did you move me! Now both sides of the bed are wet!”
Notes:
Updates will be every friday, see you next week!
Btw I started dating my beta reader in the middle of writing this so uhh I hope this fic brings you as much happiness as it did for me ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
Chapter 2
Notes:
This chapter is a lot longer than the previous one and introduces some new characters, I hope you enjoy it!
I decided not to tag for degradation but here's a little content warning just in case, the word slut is used once, near the end (in a loving way!)
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
They don’t talk about it yet. There’s an understanding between them— shared looks whenever Seonghwa pops into the doorframe wearing just her bra again, or showing off an outfit. They notice the way the other’s hand lingers on Seonghwa’s waist, the triumphant smiles they share when Seonghwa lets them press a kiss to her cheeks. They send each other date plans they think Seonghwa would like, and figure out the perfect times to execute them when Seeun isn’t home.
If platonic touches are all that will come of it, then that’s also fine.
There’s 15 minutes left on San's shift and Wooyoung hasn’t texted her in almost three hours. It’s unusual, especially given that Wooyoung has been excited for tonight all week and she had the day off. Should she give her a call? Maybe she messed up her morning alarm again.
Her phone screen finally lights up, four notifications appearing in rapid succession. She washes her hands before picking it up, smiling at the cute pudding cat keychain dangling from its case.
wifey 🖤🐈⬛
i just fed the kitties!! don’t listen to them
i’m already at unnie’s place 😊
yeosangie is here
The last message is a photo. She full screens it, unsure of what she’s looking at. There’s plastic bowls and a few brushes covered in pinkish-blue foam piled in what she recognizes as Seonghwa’s sink.
Is Wooyoung going blonde again? She’s surprised her girlfriend would mess with her hair when she’s still trying to grow it out, but… the blonde was so cute on her, she definitely wouldn’t be the one to complain. She sends back the eyes emoji and lets her know she’ll be leaving soon.
wifey 🖤🐈⬛
take ur time <3 i miss you
There’s a smile on her face for the rest of her shift and the drive home. She finds clothes laid out nicely on the bed when she gets home; a few options Wooyoung must have thought matched her outfit. Following Wooyoung’s advice, she takes her time freshening up. She’s typically always ready before Yeosang and Wooyoung anyway, not one to bother too much with makeup.
She gets distracted by the cats for a while, giving them extra love knowing they’ll be alone all night. That does mean having to use the lint roller on her clothes, as even the zip up hoodie she just threw over her outfit is covered in white and brown fur. It’s not a big deal, she’ll take it off once they get to the club.
Walking over to the next unit, she’s greeted with the messiest she has ever seen Seonghwa’s apartment. It’s actually impressive that three girls have made a bigger mess in a couple of hours than Seeun ever has, as far as she knows.
Yeosang and Wooyoung’s big platform shoes are strewn about the small entrance, too tall to fit in the shoe rack. There’s a jacket she doesn’t quite recognize hanging there, too, kind of big for Yeosang and Seonghwa’s frames. It looks more like something Wooyoung would wear but she doesn’t recall ever seeing that in their wardrobe.
The dinner table is also a mess, the contents of their makeup bags spilled over next to the remnants of their lunches. They must have been here for a while.
No one’s in the kitchen or living room. She can hear the blow dryer going on in the bathroom, so incredibly loud it covers their voices but not their laughter. It makes sense that they’d be in there if Wooyoung is bleaching her hair.
The bathroom door is also locked . She frowns, turning the doorknob again and this time she hears Wooyoung gasp.
“Wait, you can’t come in yet!” “What!? Why not?”
After a moment of silence— or as quiet as it can be with the dryer still going anyway— Wooyoung cracks open the door. It’s just enough for San to see Wooyoung, nothing else. Putting some of her weight on the handle, she tries peeking inside, but all she gets is Wooyoung slamming the door in her face. “Hey!” Wooyoung huffs, too giddy to sound angry. “Come on, give us two more minutes, it’s a surprise!” Thankfully, Wooyoung keeps to her word. She walks out less than two minutes later, closing the door behind herself while the blow dryer is still going. More suspiciously, she’s also clearly not blonde. She throws herself at San who opens her arms to catch her in a hug. When Wooyoung lifts her head to kiss her, San realizes that while her hair is still black… there’s something different about her. “Did you cut your bangs?” Wooyoung nods between two kisses, eventually pulling away long enough for San to get a proper look. It looks like she cut some wispy strands across her forehead, when they were previously long enough to be tucked back. As small of a change as it may be, it’s adorable. San doesn’t recall ever seeing her girlfriend with proper bangs.
“I love it,” San says, reaching for her hair. “They look really cute on you.” She knows Wooyoung can be particular about her hair. Ever since her last hairdresser cut it way shorter than she’d asked, she’s only trusted Yeosang with it. She had been trying to grow it out all year, too.
“You think so?” Wooyoung lights up at the compliment. “I just let Yeosang do it since she brought her stuff.”
“I told you she’d notice.”
Yeosang’s voice pulls San out of her Wooyoung tunnel vision. She almost forgot they weren’t alone. Wooyoung turns in her arms to look at her best friend, making San look up as well. Said best friend is heading towards the sink with her hands outstretched, plastic gloves covered in splashes of color yet somehow her white outfit still looks pristine .
San shouldn’t be surprised, she’s seen this girl bare faced wearing worn shirts at sleepovers, roots grown out, and she’s never not looked like a fairy. As it stands, her platinum hair falls over her back in loose waves, roots freshly done but that still doesn’t explain—
“San?”
Seonghwa’s voice comes from inside the bathroom, quieter than usual. Wooyoung is looking up at San expectantly, subtly nudging her forward. San takes the hint and steps closer.
The blush on Seonghwa’s cheeks match her new hair, a soft dusty pink that frames her face perfectly. It’s a wholesome contrast to the natural elegance Seonghwa seems to exude even when she’s being her silly self. It also makes her look younger, in a way, like a rebellious college student or something. San would have had a crush on her back then, too.
“Unnie, you look… wow.”
Her hair is still soft and silky from the products when she touches it. Yeosang did an incredible job, too, the pink applied evenly and not particularly orange anywhere… San doesn’t know as much about hair as Yeosang does, but even she knows it’s not easy going from black to this .
As colorful as the hair is, it’s not taking attention away from Seonghwa’s pretty face, even with barely any makeup on. Some of it got smudged, probably from when they were rinsing her hair in the shower.
“It’s so pretty, you look like a flower.” Maybe a cherry blossom… or a sweet, juicy berry.
Seonghwa twirls a piece of her bangs, looking at it skeptically. “It’s not too much?”
“No!”
Wooyoung must agree, because she says it at the exact same time as San does. It makes Seonghwa laugh, and she finally seems more relaxed after getting their earnest reaction.
“You look amazing, I promise,” San says, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.
“Vivids can be shocking at first, it’s normal,” Yeosang adds, patting the chair in front of her as an invitation for Seonghwa to sit down. “But don’t worry, you’ll get used to it. It looks really good on you.”
She’s rummaging through her makeup bag, pulling out a glittery pink palette and some brushes that seem… like they would be used for eye makeup? That’s about where San’s knowledge ends. Seonghwa sits down, looking up at the blonde. “You really don’t mind?”
They’re cute, Seonghwa fussing over the younger girl while Yeosang assures her that she wouldn’t have offered it if she didn’t want to. In fact, San knows she loves doing hair and makeup, so it’s nice to watch Seonghwa indulge her. Yeosang is forgetting something, though…
San sneaks behind the blonde, hands on the pretty white frills of her sleeves as she presses a kiss to her cheek. Seonghwa’s eyes go wide and Yeosang’s reaction is immediate, holding up her brush defensively while she squirms even closer to San— she keeps wondering if Yeosang will develop self-preservation instincts one day but it never happens.
“Did you think you could escape me by keeping busy?” San whispers, pouty lips brushing against Yeosang’s cheek. She shakes her head rapidly, letting San pull her closer. She even wraps her arms around San, rubbing her back with her one free hand.
San and Seonghwa end up sitting opposite to each other at the dinner table, Yeosang fixing up Seonghwa’s makeup while San lets Wooyoung curl her hair. It probably won’t hold very long, knowing how straight her hair is, but the little smile on Wooyoung’s face as she does it convinces her to not say anything.
“You’re good at that,” Seonghwa comments, watching Wooyoung hold a warm curl in her palm until it cools.
“Yeah, well, when you’re the middle child, you get exploited like that.”
That’s a little dramatic. San is pretty sure last time they visited, Wooyoung was the one who insisted on braiding her little sister’s hair.
San knows she might not remember the whole evening once they start drinking, what with her almost non-existent tolerance to alcohol. What she will remember vividly is the visual of Yeosang carefully applying gloss to Seonghwa’s lips— as if they aren't plump and pink enough already— or the sounds Seonghwa makes when she disappears in the bathroom with Wooyoung.
She’s wearing some kind of mesh bodysuit under a tiny crop top and a blazer for modesty, and the tiniest skirt known to man— possibly smaller than Wooyoung’s, or at the very least shorter than the one she’ss wearing today. Her girlfriend seemed to think it was missing something and pulled her into the bathroom to fix it. Whatever she did pulled this cute, half choked out hiss out of Seonghwa and San wished she was there to see it.
When they come back, there’s a glint of silver under her mesh shirt, a pretty body chain. It brings attention to her collarbones especially, where it joins and dips into her cleavage, disappearing under her top.
Her girlfriend seems pleased, though she can’t tell whether that’s because of how this specific piece of her wardrobe fits on Seonghwa or just from being locked in the bathroom with a pretty girl for most of the day. She makes a face at San, the one she makes when they’re being competitive with each other— San has to admit that Wooyoung one-upped her again.
“Are we ready? I can call us an uber.”
The kitchen is still a mess, but San nods anyway. They can help Seonghwa clean up in the morning.
It’s luckily not too crowded yet by the time they get to the club, early enough to manage to find a booth to sit in. They’re tucked in a dark corner between the walls and the elevated stage, so it’s hard to keep track of people coming in and out, the crowd starting to look like a faceless mass already. There’s a line forming at the bar, the brightest thing in the room.
It’s been far too long since Seonghwa found herself in a place like this.
Bathed in neon blue light, the atmosphere of the nightclub seems so far removed from where they stood 30 minutes ago in Seonghwa’s quiet apartment that it almost feels like a different dimension. She’s not unfamiliar with this feeling. Before she got pregnant, Hongjoong and her would often find themselves in places like this— anything to escape the stress of a growing business.
She hasn’t been back since then.
From where she sits in front of her, San looks utterly lost without Wooyoung by her side. There’s noticeable relief on her face when Yeosang and her finally come back from the bar. They put a few drinks on the table, Yeosang sitting next to Seonghwa and Wooyoung sliding into the booth next to San, halfway in her lap.
It becomes very clear very quickly that San hadn’t been exaggerating when she told her earlier that she was a lightweight. The girls had set down a large drink between San and Seonghwa— a fishbowl that looked and tasted fun, bright blue and filled with gummy fishes. It had seemed like a good idea until she realized that San had not been joking about her tolerance for alcohol.
It’s bad . Just a few sips in and San is slurring her words, slowly contributing less to the conversation. She hangs on every word coming out of Wooyoung’s mouth, making for a good audience with the way she keeps giggling at everything.
Seonghwa isn’t doing much better. The drink is sweet, but the pineapple and sprite keeps it refreshing. It does its job making her forget just how much alcohol is in there. She thought she remembered what being tipsy felt like, but the glass of wine she’ll sometimes have as a treat before bed can’t compare to this .
She catches Wooyoung taking a sip from their drink every now and then— she’ll try to fish a gummy out of the bowl, hopelessly endeared by San and Seonghwa’s uncontrollable fits of laughter. San’s head rests on her girlfriend’s shoulder, face flushed already.
Wooyoung and Yeosang do most of the talking— Seonghwa tries to focus, but bits of their conversation keep getting lost to the loud 2010s music and the increasing volume of the crowd.
She finds herself zoning out, watching the flashing blue and purple lights create shapes on her friends’ intertwined bodies. She’d nearly fallen off her chair when San took off her jacket earlier, revealing nothing but a tiny leather vest underneath. Even now, she can’t look away from the top button struggling to keep San’s ample chest contained. It looks like she’s not wearing anything underneath, her breasts threatening to spill out every time she breathes in deeply or leans forward too far.
Maybe it’s a good thing that San usually wears sports bras under her shirts.
Seonghwa knows she’s into women. Always preferred them, even. She simply wasn’t ready to admit it until Hongjoong was brave enough to voice his own fears. She thinks she’s into men, too, although maybe just in theory— she’s been attached to the idea of a relationship where getting married and having children is easy…
She’d never given herself space to explore her attraction to women. Having a child had been a convenient excuse to avoid relationships until now, but it’s been on her mind a lot since meeting San and Wooyoung.
“So… are you going to tell us whose jacket that is?”
Wooyoung’s voice snaps her out of her trance, looking up from San’s chest to find San staring back at her. Her stomach twists uncomfortably. She takes a long sip of the drink to avoid her gaze. Had she noticed?
“What do you mean?” Yeosang swirls her nearly empty drink with one hand. San's attention is on their conversation now, although how much she’s absorbing is a different question.
“Come on, that’s not something you would buy. And it smells like someone else’s perfume.”
“You sniffed my coat!?” An ice cube flies out of Yeosang’s glass when she sets it down abruptly— the sudden rise in her pitch has San and Seonghwa giggling all over again.
Wooyoung ignores them this time, far more interested in Yeosang’s… situationship? Seonghwa has only met Yeosang a few hours ago and this is the first time her romantic life is brought up.
Until this afternoon, all she knew about Yeosang was that she’s Wooyoung’s best friend from high school. She should have taken it seriously when Wooyoung joked about getting her signed as a model— she’d expected to see a beautiful woman walk into her apartment, not a literal fairy. She could immediately picture her as one of Hongjoong’s muses.
Yeosang treated Seonghwa kindly too, taking hours out of her busy day to help with her hair. She was kind and talented— Seonghwa was sure she’d have no issues finding a partner.
“...It’s my roommate’s. It doesn’t mean anything,” Yeosang finally admits. Wooyoung eyes her suspiciously. San does too, but the alcohol makes her look a lot less intimidating than she usually would.
“So your roommate won’t have an issue if you end up going home with someone else tonight?”
It’s San who speaks up this time, slurring her words slightly— understandable, that was a rather long sentence for their current predicament.
“I thought we came here for unnie?” Seonghwa blushes, realizing Yeosang was talking about her.
“Maybe you and unnie both will find someone,” San argues, no volume control whatsoever.
Wooyoung sits up abruptly, interrupting their conversation. “Whatever,” she says, apparently giving up on teasing Yeosang. She sounds… annoyed?
Seonghwa wonders if there’s history here, perhaps an ex of Yeosang’s that caused Wooyoung to become protective of her. Then again, Wooyoung has been pretty protective of Seonghwa as well, she always assumed it was just in her nature.
Untangling herself from her girlfriend, Wooyoung downs the rest of her drink before standing up. San looks like she wants to say something. When she goes to grab Wooyoung’s arm, the younger girl pulls back rather brusquely; San just stares, confusion and upset obvious on her face.
“Sorry…” Wooyoung mumbles, reaching out to squeeze her girlfriend’s shoulder. Yeosang watches silently, her expression unreadable.
“It’s fine.” San doesn’t sound fine . The alcohol makes it hard to tell, but the pout on her face just makes Seonghwa want to coddle her until Wooyoung apologizes seriously. Maybe it’s none of her business.
She feels incredibly awkward, especially seeing how Wooyoung motions for them to get up, waiting until Yeosang has shuffled out of the booth to reach out to her specifically. “Come on, I just want to dance.”
Wooyoung laces their fingers together, pulling her out of the seat and into the crowd. Seonghwa looks down at their joined hands, Wooyoung’s other hand resting on the small of San’s back. There’s an unspoken conversation between the couple when their eyes meet. It’s none of Seonghwa’s business.
That doesn’t stop her from worrying about it.
‘I wanted to dance with you,’ Wooyoung had told her when they got to the dance floor. San seemed perfectly happy clinging to Yeosang, so Seonghwa let herself forget everything about the couple’s quarrel and be pulled into Wooyoung’s orbit.
She’s always loved dancing. It came naturally to her; even now, she has no trouble getting back into it after years without practice. This close to the speakers, she can feel the music reverberating through her whole body. She’s also just drunk enough that the music itself doesn’t really matter, everything starting to melt into one long track. Wooyoung is smiling widely again, mirroring her own expression.
To say that Wooyoung is a natural would be an understatement. Something about the way her body moves so fluidly has Seonghwa staring, mesmerized. Her outfit highlights the lines of her body: a cropped lace cardigan with nothing underneath, a tiny strip of ribbon the only thing holding it closed over her chest. A ruffle decorates the collar and hem of the skirt, falling over her exposed tummy, skirt hanging low on her hips.
She licks her lips. They’re still a bit numb from the drink.
“Have you ever thought about getting a bellybutton piercing?”
Wooyoung’s head snaps up— she looks at Seonghwa wide-eyed. Maybe she didn’t hear her over the music: Wooyoung opens her mouth to speak but nothing comes out. Then she starts laughing, her head tilting back in delight.
“A couple times, actually,” she says after she stops giggling. “Sannie isn’t really into body mods, though.”
She punctuates that last sentence with a shrug, as if to make it clear it’s not that big of a deal. Seonghwa has seen her wearing various ear jewelry— it’s obviously not a dealbreaker for either of them. It makes sense from what she knows of San and she finds it sweet that her friend is smitten with Wooyoung and her tattoos anyway.
It’s a shame, though. Wooyoung has a cute bellybutton.
“I am,” Seonghwa blurts out.
Wooyoung pulls her in closer. There’s a cheeky grin on her lips as she tilts her head, adjusting for the height difference. Seonghwa’s heart feels like it’s going to beat out of her chest.
They both look down at her stomach. The blues and purple of the club highlight the curves of her tummy and hips, making Seonghwa want to reach out and touch.
As if reading her mind, Wooyoung grabs her hands and puts them on her hips. Her skin is warm and soft, erupting into goosebumps that travel up her body. Seonghwa feels her thumbs follow the goosebumps, watching Wooyoung’s nipples stiffen under the lace.
“I didn’t think you were into bad girls.”
She barely hears Wooyoung over the music and pulsing of blood in her ears— it’s true, she’s always had a thing for villains, the bad boy who wins over the childhood friend in the end. Maybe she does want a girl who’s sweet but can make her cry sometimes. “So what if I am?”
They’re getting pushed together as more people come in but all she can focus on is Wooyoung’s heat and her scent— musky and warm, stronger than her everyday perfume. It makes her own skin tingle. Wooyoung is always so warm but it’s almost overwhelming now, enough to make her feel dizzy. It could be the alcohol.
Still, she feels safe in her arms, letting the hands on her body guide her movements.
“Unnie, come home with me,” Wooyoung whispers, so close her warm breath tickles. Seonghwa is taken aback by the sudden request, having had no intention to ditch her friends tonight anyway.
“Of course, where else would I go?”
Wooyoung stares, then lets out a heavy breath at the reply, tilting her head and leaning in until her lips make contact with Seonghwa’s neck. She seems to hesitate for a second, like she’s expecting Seonghwa to say no or push her away.
Seonghwa does neither of those things, so Wooyoung kisses her neck.
Seonghwa’s eyes dart around frantically, but San is nowhere in sight— at least nowhere she can see without pushing Wooyoung off. The younger girl’s hand cups her neck, holding her in place as she keeps kissing it. Her other hand stays where it was, her thumb rubbing circles on her back comfortingly. It keeps her from freaking out, Wooyoung’s hold feeling possessive and decisive , leaving little space for this to be an accident.
But it has to be, right? If not an accident, then a poorly thought out decision that Wooyoung will regret later.
Wooyoung didn’t seem that drunk earlier so it doesn’t seem right to blame it on the alcohol. Seonghwa has learned that Wooyoung is incredibly touchy with her friends, something she finds adorable. Maybe it’s not unusual for her to kiss her friends. Is that why San isn’t doing anything?
Wooyoung keeps going, still swaying to the music and Seonghwa feels lost— she doesn’t stop her, doesn’t want to. Her whole body feels hot with shame, nothing to do with the heat coming off the people dancing around them.
Rather than stopping her like she knows she should , Seonghwa’s hands slide to Wooyoung’s lower back, under the thin shirt she’s wearing. The flimsy fabric bunches up over her hands— her fingers stop where she can feel the top hem of the skirt.
Wooyoung makes a soft, muffled sound of pleasure and it’s a wonder she even hears it over the music. Seonghwa’s reaction is a full body shiver, Wooyoung chuckle and god, it’s been way too long since a simple touch has made her feel this aroused. Every kiss from Wooyoung makes more warmth pool in her lower belly.
Her kisses move up, almost to her jawline, considerably closer to her lips.
“You still smell like bleach,” Wooyoung whispers, crinkling her nose adorably. Seonghwa squeezes her thighs together, head full of static. Wooyoung leaves a kiss under her ear and her lips move to clamp onto her earlobe. It’s wet, and warm— Seonghwa gasps as her nails dig into Wooyoung’s skin.
“Please…!” She doesn’t know what she’s asking for, too gone to form a coherent thought. She knows it’s bad, but she doesn’t want Wooyoung to stop.
Unfortunately, Wooyoung does pull back. Not by much, but it happens so suddenly it’s enough to make Seonghwa stumble. Wooyoung’s hands help steady her.
Wooyoung is definitely less drunk than she is. Her lips look swollen, glistening with saliva and Seonghwa wants to bite them and find out just how plump and red they can get. Wooyoung uses the hand that was cradling her neck to get Seonghwa to look straight at her.
She’s not sure why but Wooyoung sighs . Her head drops and she takes a deep breath before hugging her.
“I’m sorry,” Wooyoung says, tiptoeing to press a kiss into her hair. “You’re a real lightweight, huh?”
Seonghwa whines in disagreement.
Wooyoung’s not wrong, of course, she’s hardly sober enough to understand what’s happening and what it means. That doesn’t mean she doesn’t want it.
The only thing that stops her from begging for more is the realization that it could ruin their friendship. She’s vaguely wondering where San fits in all this when a familiar hand grabs her shoulder and suddenly they’re pulling her away from the dance floor and into a booth seat.
San’s body comes crashing into hers— maybe crashing is the wrong word, as she’s very floppy and soft. She comes with a lot of padding . “Come on, you big baby,” Wooyoung laughs, helping them right themselves and patting both of their heads. “You cuties can take care of each other for a second, right?”
She’s not sure how long Wooyoung is gone for. It feels like minutes, but it could be just a second, like she said. The bright lights, the loud bass, the heat between her legs— San’s body is the only thing keeping her grounded. If she closes her eyes, she can feel the other girl’s head on her shoulder, heavy as she makes minimal effort to keep herself upright, and her hand on her knee. How did they end up here again?
“Alright, this should help you sober up.”
When Seonghwa opens her eyes, Wooyoung is in the seat in front of them. There’s two glasses of icy water on the table with a bowl of chips and salsa. Standing next to them, Yeosang coos sweetly at San, pushing hair away from her face.
“Yeosangie? How long have you been here?”
She can’t see San’s expression from this angle: her head is turned to look up at Yeosang. It doesn’t matter, the tone of voice is enough to tell she must be giving her those puppy eyes Seonghwa is becoming awfully familiar with.
“A few seconds after Wooyoung left you,” Yeosang says, lips pressing together as she holds back a laugh.
“You think I would leave two pretty girls alone at a bar when they’re this drunk!?”
Wooyoung cheers up quickly when they start eating, watching over them fondly. Just the cold water helps Seonghwa feel more awake, but it’s really the food that helps. She didn’t realize how far their last meal was until she started eating and perking up. San’s looking better too, except it has made her more sleepy than energized— Seonghwa doesn’t mind that she keeps leaning on her, her weight is sort of comforting.
They talk for a while, moving to the bar eventually. Seonghwa assures them she’ll be fine to stay a bit longer so Wooyoung gets herself another drink. Yeosang doesn’t, instead insisting that she’ll take a sip or two from her friend’s drink. It ends with them arguing about how much ‘a sip’ should be.
“Will you two be okay if we go back up there?”
Seonghwa nods at Wooyoung’s question, happy to stay seated and chat with San for a bit longer. Wooyoung gets up from her seat and Yeosang laughs when she turns around, reaching to smooth down the back of Wooyoung’s shirt. Oops. That might have been Seonghwa’s fault.
Wooyoung wraps San into a back hug, kissing her cheek and looking straight at Seonghwa. “Come get me if there’s anything or you want to go home, alright?”
She kisses Seonghwa’s cheek too.
And then it’s just San and her, and she’s back to that day at the bakery where she couldn’t tell whether Wooyoung had noticed them touching or not, if she misinterpreted it as flirting. Except now the roles are reversed.
“Unnie, are you sure you’re okay?” San’s voice brings her back to the present. There’s a look of concern on her friend’s face that Seonghwa hasn’t seen often. “I don’t want you to feel like we have to stay if you’re not feeling well…”
Seonghwa shakes her head, giving her friend an hesitant smile. It’s fine, the atmosphere is just overwhelming and her mind feels all jumbled up from what happened with Wooyoung.
For all she knows, this could be what they get up to all the time and she’s worrying too much. Yeosang didn’t seem fazed by any of it, for one…
“I’m really fine, it’s just been a while.”
They share the rest of the chips while watching Wooyoung and Yeosang. The two friends stick mostly to the side, seemingly not convinced that San and Seonghwa can be left alone. That doesn’t stop them from having fun, dancing with little care for the world around them until Wooyoung spills some of her drink.
She feels the urge to look away when they start grinding on each other but she also wants to know if Wooyoung is like that with everyone— and while this is hardly appropriate, it’s also not as sexually charged as what was happening earlier. Though that could just be Seonghwa’s perception.
Maybe Yeosang is used to this. Seonghwa made assumptions earlier, based on Yeosang’s choices in friends and clothes, but she could be straight for all she knows. She’s pushing back, matching Wooyoung’s confidence, making it look more fun than sensual.
That must be nice, getting to have fun with Wooyoung without being affected, without having to sit in damp underwear all evening before she can go home and stuff a hand down—
What is she even thinking? With Wooyoung’s girlfriend sitting right next to her, too?
She crosses her legs, looking at San, desperate for a distraction. “Why do I feel like these two were a handful in college?”
San’s reaction is immediate and speaks for itself: she groans, pushing her head into her hands. That must be a pretty vivid flashback. “...Yeah, they really were.”
Seonghwa is curious now. She knows the two of them met and started dating in college, where San also met Yeosang, and that it means they've been together for a few years now. She’s also heard stories from their early days as a couple, but nothing about how they got together.
“Did she drag you to places like this a lot?”
“Nah, it wasn’t really my scene,” San shrugs. “Her girlfriend at the time didn’t like me much, I think she would have been pissed if they invited me.”
Seonghwa’s gaze runs down San’s body: that provocative little vest, stopping short enough of her waistband to expose an incredibly small waist, not to mention those tight pants hugging her hips and thighs… yeah, she would probably have felt threatened as well.
“I can’t imagine why,” she comments, clearing her throat and looking away when San raises an eyebrow at her.
“Well, I did have a crush on her girlfriend…”
Seonghwa laughs at the admission, almost feeling bad for the ex. San’s just so sweet and affectionate with the people she likes; if she had a crush on Wooyoung then she must have been full of thoughtful gestures. It’s easy to see how the ex would have taken it as flirting. San and Wooyoung are such a perfect fit, it’s hard to imagine them not falling for each other.
“You two are perfect together,” Seonghwa tells San, genuinely happy for them even if it reminds her she’s never had something like that— not romantically, at least— and that she’s not any closer to finding it. San got lucky, but she deserves it, and Seonghwa knows how much effort she puts in the relationship from all the little things she does for Wooyoung. “I’m really glad it worked out for you.”
Eventually, San starts sounding a little less drunk, enough that Seonghwa feels comfortable letting her walk to the bathroom by herself. Maybe she should have tagged along. She really could use the love and encouragement from a drunk girl in the bathroom right now— the line had just seemed too long to bother.
She sits at the bar alone, making eye contact with Yeosang who smiles at her; the purple lights filter through her pale hair like a halo. She thinks about joining her, eager to get back on the dance floor now that she’s feeling less drunk. San would wonder where she went, though.
“Seonghwa?”
She turns her head, not expecting a man’s voice to call her name. It takes her a second to figure it out and then she’s watching a familiar looking man taking a seat where San previously was. Clearly they’ve met before, but she can’t put her finger on it.
Please don’t let it be someone from work…
“We went to high school together,” he supplies, smiling as if he’s already figured out that she can’t put a name to his face.
She remembers now, he was in the school band, their friend groups overlapped a fair bit. He was such a nerd back then, but he grew up well, the type women would call both cute and handsome. He carries himself like he’s aware of that too.
“I wasn’t sure I had the right person, with the pink hair and all. Is that new?”
“Oh, I dyed it this afternoon, actually... I’m still getting used to it,” she laughs, suddenly self-conscious now that she’s reminded of the new hair. It’s a big change. While she knew Yeosang was coming over earlier, Wooyoung had kept it a surprise what they were doing.
Seeing how pretty and well-maintained Yeosang’s platinum blonde hair looked eased most of her fears, though. Pink was apparently easy to achieve and maintain, so that’s what they’d decided to go with.
“Well, it’s a good look on you.”
He offers to buy her a drink, which she turns down politely. She’s still waiting for San to come back and she’s not sure how comfortable she is accepting a drink from a man who’s mostly a stranger. He doesn’t seem too offended, if the fact that he keeps talking to her is anything to go by.
Less than five minutes into the conversation, the dreaded question comes.
“Are you and Hongjoong still…?”
She winces, shaking her head before he can even finish the question.
‘Please, don’t ask any follow up questions,’ she thinks desperately.
“I’m sorry, that’s tough.” He swirls his glass, the ice clinking against the sides. “Lucky for me, though.”
Seonghwa blushes, although she’s cringing slightly on the inside. She tells herself to appreciate the attention. She’s no stranger to men trying to flirt with her, but it’s flattering coming from one who knows of her unique situation.
“If I asked you to dance with me, would you say yes?”
“Um, I’d appreciate it,” she starts, glancing around for any sign of San coming back. “But I’m waiting for someone.”
That bathroom line must be really long. She notices Wooyoung and Yeosang have moved closer, the two of them not so subtly keeping an eye on the situation. That alone makes her feel safe— enough that she probably could go and dance with him… if she really wanted to.
There’s nothing wrong with him. Most women would be flattered, and on another night maybe she would have given it a second thought. It’s just that she can’t get the feelings of Wooyoung’s lips on her skin out of her mind. The thought of a man touching her is more unappealing than it’s ever been at the moment.
“Alright. Maybe we can catch up another time, then.”
He gets up from his seat, leaning on the bar as he takes out his phone. This must be a final offer, she realizes, after the drink and the dance being turned down. There’s a part of her that feels bad for rejecting both when he put himself out there— something she can’t say about herself.
“Yes, I… um, I’d love to.” Ignoring her feelings of unease, she adds her phone number to his contact list. It’s fine, she tells herself, worst case scenario she’ll just block his number if he turns out to be a weirdo. As far as she can remember, he was a nice kid in high school.
“Thanks.”
He’s beaming as he takes back his phone, towering over her and she wonders if that’s what she’s supposed to be focused on— the way it makes her feel small, not his charming smile or handsome face.
“Work has been keeping me busy, so it might be hard to find time…”
“Right, you have a kid too, huh? Just the one?”
She nods. Gossip did run fast in their town, she shouldn’t be surprised. They were already living in the city by the time she got pregnant, so someone must have heard it from her parents— or Hongjoong’s, maybe.
“That’s alright, I wasn’t planning on taking too much of your time anyway.”
She should ask if he’s still in touch with any of their classmates. It could be fun to get together and catch up, she could invite Hongjoong, too—
“Text me if you’re feeling lonely and your kid isn’t home, hm?”
The man winks and Seonghwa feels her heart sink.
This is a stupid thing to get upset over, she’s not even into him, she barely knows him, all he’s got going for him is a nice smile and an interest in music.
But it’s a reminder that finding the right person will be harder for her— the fear of rejection or not finding someone who wants something serious is why she hasn’t put any effort into a new relationship. It’s hard to believe just two years ago she had the life everyone dreams about, married with a baby and a job she loves.
“That’s…” Her throat feels tight, she wishes Wooyoung would just walk over and tell him off for her. “I’m flattered, but I’m not really looking for something casual.”
He’s visibly taken aback. “My bad, I thought with the divorce—”
“That’s all the more reason I’m looking for something serious,” she interrupts, really not wanting the conversation to steer in that direction. That’s her business and Hongjoong’s alone, it was already humiliating enough talking about it with people she likes .
“Well, good luck with that.” He’s still leaning on the counter, in her space, like he thinks he can change her mind. “I think most men our age aren’t ready for what… all that entails.”
“It’s a good thing I’m not a man, then.”
San . She wraps around Seonghwa from behind, her hands pressed flat against Seonghwa’s tummy and her strong arms pulling her towards her chest. Seonghwa leans into the hug without thinking.
The man from high school— she still doesn’t remember his name and that’s fine — finally pushes himself off the bar counter and walks away, muttering something she can’t be bothered to listen to.
“Sorry, the line was super long,” San whispers into her ear, already starting to pull away but Seonghwa grabs her arm to keep her close— and she does, sitting at the edge of her seat so Seonghwa can keep their arms linked together. Her bicep feels nice and firm under her arm.
San is clearly still tipsy. The redness on her face now goes all the way down her neck— even her exposed cleavage looks deliciously flushed.
“Did you get a pep talk in the bathroom?”
Seonghwa rests her head on San’s shoulder, smushing her cheek against her warm skin. She must have reapplied her deodorant in the bathroom. It’s a rather masculine scent but it’s so nice on San.
“I did, but they were mostly asking questions about the gym.”
“They were flirting, Sannie.”
San pouts like she can’t believe that the drunk girls in the bathroom weren’t just being nice. “I told them I was here with my girlfriend and they kept going, though…”
Seonghwa snorts, imagining San just trying to wash her hands while girls shoot their shot. “Mmh, I guess they were just nice, then.” She’s tracing random patterns on her oblivious friend’s arm, making San shiver from the feeling of her long nails on her skin. It feels grounding; she’s pleasantly tipsy now.
“Is Wooyoung the jealous type?”
The question has San looking at her like she suddenly grew a second head or something. Is it really such an odd thing to ask?
“You—” San seemingly pauses to think about her answer, perhaps not wanting to reveal too much about Wooyoung’s feelings without her permission. “I feel like the more she hides it the more obvious it is.”
San’s answer surprises her. Wooyoung has always been direct when she needs to be. She thinks back to San kissing Yeosang at her apartment. Wooyoung had just kept scrolling through her phone, not even looking at them. Was she pretending it didn’t bother her? It looked like San does it frequently— Wooyoung kisses Seonghwa’s cheeks all the time, too.
Maybe she’s missing something.
“I guess I never noticed.”
“Yeah, I guess not,” San shrugs, smiling. “Should we join them?”
Dancing does sound nice. She’s getting tired of sitting and straining to hear what others are saying. “Let’s go,” Seonghwa says, pulling San to the dance floor. Being taller than average has its perks sometimes, like finding Wooyoung and Yeosang in the crowd easily.
Seonghwa simply couldn’t picture San dancing at a club before. Something about her nerdy homebody friend being here sounded out of place, but she only looks slightly awkward. It’s clear she got some practice after Wooyoung dumped that ex of hers.
Her phone keeps buzzing in her back pocket. She ignores it at first, but the more she thinks about who could possibly be texting her at 11pm the more concerned she gets. When she gives in and checks, it’s Hongjoong’s name at the top of her notifications.
joongie
Are you still awake?
Sorry, I forgot you were going out tonight
Don’t worry then :) Enjoy your night!
Of course she worries. How could she not? Her brain jumps to the worst conclusion, even— but Hongjoong would be more insistent if something was truly wrong with Seeun. Still…
“I’m going outside for a bit,” she tells San, already typing back a reply. Her friend grabs her hand, leaning towards the other girls to tell them something and then they’re walking through the back door.
“Everything ok?” San asks, watching her unlock her phone, then powering down, again and again. No reply.
“My ex texted me, I don’t know what’s wrong—”
Her phone pings finally.
joongie
I didn’t mean to worry you while you’re out with your friends
🙁
Your little guy had a nightmare tonight
He wants his mommy
The dread disappears instantly, but her heart still hurts thinking of her poor baby struggling to sleep without his mom’s comfort. He’s getting used to living without both of them being around, it’s just sometimes he needs the parent that happens to not be around. It happens when he’s with her and wants his dad, too. They try their best to accommodate.
Her ex-husband’s wording brings a smile to her face. They may not have worked out as a couple but they’re still best friends— she can’t resist teasing him. San watches her type and elbows her lightly when she sees what’s written down, holding back laughter.
‘I’m flattered but what would your boyfriend think?’
joongie
😑
Who’s little!?
Of course that’s the part he would take offense to.
joongie
Can we call you?
I’ll try to keep it short
They sit on the curb a bit further away from the club’s exit, hoping to escape the loud music and the people smoking right outside the door. It would have been better if she brought a coat but it’s not too bad— at least her upper body is more covered than San’s. Though San is wearing pants and she’s not, so she supposes they’re pretty evenly cold.
San is not so subtle when she leans in to get her first look at Seonghwa’s ex-husband.
On the screen, Hongjoong looks tired. He’s got a wrinkled shirt on and messy hair, though he’s still wearing his glasses so Seonghwa can guess he isn't planning on going to bed any time soon. Once upon a time, she thought a new boyfriend might knock some sense into him. Unfortunately, Yunho’s just as bad as Hongjoong is— he’s probably still up playing video games.
Seeun is sitting in Hongjoong’s lap, head tucked under his father’s chin and hugging the plushie he often carries between their houses. Seeing his little face only makes her wish he’d be home sooner. Just one more night.
Hongjoong brings the phone closer to his face. The screen turns blurry almost immediately.
“Alright, sorry-” He must drop the phone from Seeun tugging on his arm— it takes a tumble into his lap, giving Seonghwa a bit of motion sickness. At this point, being tipsy is becoming more unpleasant than fun. “Look, isn’t mommy’s hair pretty?”
Their toddler stares into the screen, a smile blooming on his face at the sight of his mom with fun, colorful hair. “It’s purple?”
It is hard to tell on camera, especially on a dimly lit street. She tries different angles under Seeun’s intense stare until they find the one that makes the color look about right.
“It’s actually pink, see?”
One of the many good things about their kid is that he’s not particularly sensitive to change. He enjoys their routine but he adapts easily— most of the time— when something new is introduced. It probably helps that his father has a peculiar sense of style, so something like a new hair color on his mom is a small novelty.
“Well, it looks awesome.”
Hongjoong and Seeun’s compliments on her new hair help settle some of the stress she’s been feeling over the evening. This isn’t what the phone call was supposed to be about, though.
“It’s pretty late, no? Daddy said you couldn’t sleep?”
Now Seeun is pouting, bottom lip wobbling as he shakes his head. Seonghwa asks about his day to distract him. Hongjoong and Yunho took him to some kind of indoor playground where he made new friends and tired himself out completely.
They’d wanted to wind down with a movie night after that, and even though it wasn’t sad or scary at all, he ended up having nightmares about it. Seonghwa can’t blame them, sometimes you can’t predict what their little minds will latch on to.
She asks him to tell her about the fun things instead, San sometimes chipping in with her own questions. That doesn’t always work, but tonight it does: he’s starting to relax, yawning and rubbing his eyes more and more until he’s half-asleep in Hongjoong’s arms.
“I love you, mama.”
“Love you too,” she says, realizing she needed that phone call as much as he did. “Good night, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Hongjoong gathers him up in his arms, waving at the camera before leaning in to turn it off. Bittersweet silence fills the air. As much as Seeun needed help falling asleep, she needed something to distract her from what happened earlier— a reminder that this is more precious than any man.
“Thank you for coming with me,” she tells San.
“Hey, don’t worry about it. Now I finally have a name to put on Hongjoong’s face!” San inches closer until their shoulders bump together. She’s shivering, her bare skin cold to the touch, but she still waited outside with her. “You can lean on us more, we want to be there for you.”
Seonghwa nods. She lets San take her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.
The sound of laughter alerts them to Wooyoung and Yeosang’s arrival, unsteady steps on cement. Though neither of them look drunk, Yeosang is clinging to Wooyoung’s shoulders— there’s an exasperated but fond smile tugging at the younger girl’s lips.
“Ready to go home?”
“Yes, please,” San says, already standing up.
“I just had a feeling your battery was about to run out.” Wooyoung helps her up, slipping the hoodie over her shoulders. “Sangie called her ride already.”
San ignores Seonghwa’s protests and gives her the hoodie as soon as she’s up— says she’s not cold, as though Seonghwa couldn’t feel her earlier. Maybe San knows they won’t be able to resist curling around her to keep her warm.
Yeosang lets San pull her into their tight huddle, and to Wooyoung’s delight, she asks Seonghwa to trade phone numbers. Seonghwa is much happier adding her number to this phone, though it ends up being rushed by Yeosang’s ride pulling into the street.
Wooyoung walks her friend to the car. She’s visibly buzzing with excitement when she comes back, looking over her shoulder until the car has driven off. There’s no mistaking the expression on her face, the unadulterated glee of someone who just learned of something they perhaps shouldn’t have.
“Guys, Yeosang’s roommate is hot .”
The ride home is filled with gossip at first— Wooyoung fills them in on what they missed while they were outside and theorizes some more about Yeosang’s roommate. It’s weird that she was wearing someone’s jacket when Wooyoung has never met them. She knows all of Yeosang’s friends. Or so she seems to think.
Seonghwa’s head is resting against the car window, the cold glass against her forehead feels nice. The exhaustion is starting to take over and she lets her eyes close while she tries to focus on her friend’s conversation. San sounds sleepy too, replying to Wooyoung’s story with short comments and hums.
Everything blurs together until the car comes to a stop.
“Unnie? Did you fall asleep?”
Wooyoung’s face is too close. The air suddenly fills with her scent and brings back memories from the evening. She’s smiling sweetly as she unbuckles Seonghwa from her seat. Seonghwa nods, though she isn’t sure whether she was actually dozing off or not.
“We were asking if we can sleep over? That way we can help you clean up.”
This time, her mind flashes back to the mess they left in the kitchen… and the living room. Oh, and the bathroom counter. Is her sink still pink? She’s afraid to find out.
“You don’t have to help out tonight…” She can see slight disappointment take over Wooyoung’s features as soon as the words are out of her mouth. “But you can still sleep over! I can clean tomorrow…”
This becomes a whole argument. As much as she tells Wooyoung that it doesn’t have to be cleaned up tonight , her friend insists that she should just go shower and let them help out. “Forget it,” San tells her, picking up the dirty plates they left in the kitchen and handing them to her girlfriend. “She gets like this every time we get home late.”
“I just can’t settle right away when I’ve been in a loud place all evening,” Wooyoung whines, putting the dishes in the sink and turning to look at the rest of their mess. “We’ll get ready for bed too, don’t worry about us.”
Seonghwa has to admit it’s helpful, she was dreading the clean up tomorrow knowing she has to get groceries and pick up Seeun too. She tries to bargain and offer her help but they just shoo her out of the kitchen.
Eventually, she just gives up. It’s on her for telling them she couldn’t wait to shower, when they were in the car.
Before heading to the bathroom, she lays out some clean clothes for her friends, soft sweatpants and oversized shirts that she only wears to bed.
She’d find it hard to sleep feeling sweaty and gross on a good day— tonight, she wants nothing more than 30 minutes in the shower to decompress, reorganize her thoughts and scrub every inch of her body.
She shouldn’t keep her friends waiting for too long, though…
She starts by wiping off her makeup. This is her first real look at herself since they left the apartment and the pink haired girl in the reflection looks like a different person. She’s not a stranger, though, just someone she has to get to know. The color is eye-catching, leaving her with nothing to hide behind.
It also reminds her that Yeosang told her to avoid washing her hair for the first 48 hours. It can get wet, something she’s grateful for when she steps under the shower stream. The hot water instantly makes her feel better.
She likes her showers hot , almost scalding. Steam fills up the room quickly. She sighs, just standing there with the water hitting her face for a while.
Her mind wanders, bringing her back to the night club. That was more fun than she’s had in a long time, getting to dance with her friends and forget everything. She can’t help but wonder if she’s the only one who thought Wooyoung was acting unlike herself at times. It keeps gnawing at her. San got over it quickly, so why can’t she?
It might be selfish but it bothers her that Wooyoung stopped kissing her with no explanation. She’s had a hard time dealing with rejection ever since the divorce, and while she tries to tell herself it’s reasonable, it’s also not fair to put that on Wooyoung— not when all the girl wanted was to have fun with her friend.
Soaping herself up has her hands occupied but leaves her thoughts free to wander. She brings a hand up to her neck, the sensation nothing like when it was Wooyoung holding her earlier. Her friend has big hands for such a short girl and they’re always so warm, she’s noticed since the first time they held hands.
Her hands linger on her chest more than they should. Whenever she sees a girl like Wooyoung wearing something that she could never get away with unless she had a smaller chest, she usually feels both envious and admirative. Wooyoung looked perfect in that top, her breasts perky and soft and Seonghwa knows whatever she was feeling was far from jealousy.
Her nipples got hard when Seonghwa touched her— begging to be touched. Maybe Seonghwa should have held her closer, warmed her up. Her fingers slide over her own nipples greedily, reigniting the fire in her stomach.
One of her hands slides down, spreading herself open, sticky . Her wetness drips down her thighs from the hot water. She still can’t believe she got this wet from a friend kissing her neck. Would Wooyoung be freaked out if she knew?
She can’t resist dragging a hand through her folds, her middle finger circling her clit out of habit. She really shouldn't be doing this with her friends next door…
Wouldn’t it be weirder sleeping in the same bed when she’s this turned on, though? When Seonghwa thinks about it, they’re technically always next door and she uses her shower for this almost every day, and they haven’t found out yet…
That means she just has to do it quietly. She keeps touching herself, lamenting the lack of toys in the bathroom at the moment. It would be so much easier to cum quickly and get this over with if she had something to fill her up, but it’s not like she can go get them now…
There is one thing, though. A gift she got herself as soon as they moved into this apartment, too spoiled to live without it: a detachable shower head. She grabs it without thinking, turning the temperature dial as she aims it down between her legs.
The spray has her thighs and stomach feeling incredibly warm. They’re hot to the touch, so sensitive when she drags her fingers over her lower stomach and down to rest between her legs again. Every time her fingers slide over her clit, she can feel herself clenching around nothing.
She pushes a finger in and, meeting no resistance, she adds another, plunging them in and out carefully. It’s loud, little whines under her breath and her palm smacking against wet skin with every stroke— she should stop, it’s too obvious…
She pulls her fingers out reluctantly, slowly letting out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. Her hand stays between her thighs, alternating between rubbing herself in quick strokes and slowing down to tease her hole with the tip of her fingers. She lets herself push a little harder every now and then, obsessed with the way they stretch her out.
Any time her orgasm starts creeping up, she pulls her hand back, spreading herself open instead, her cunt throbbing painfully. The shower head hits her clit directly in hot pulses. The pressure keeps mounting and she’s scared she won't be able to hold it.
She thinks about Wooyoung, how it would have felt if she kept going. She’s convinced she could have cum just from having her neck kissed and held. Maybe even from touching Wooyoung’s navel— she’s heard it’s an erogenous zone, and making Wooyoung feel good might have been enough for her. She wants to know what it would have felt like sucking on her stiff nipples.
The pleasure mounts and mounts and ends with an unsatisfactory orgasm, a single wave that barely feels like anything and stops abruptly. It leaves her frustrated and tired and as much as she wants to try again, she’s out of time.
The guilt hits instantly too, knowing she’s about to walk out of the bathroom and have to look Wooyoung in the eyes… maybe facing San will be worse, she’s not sure, but she’s about to find out.
Defeated, she rinses off and steps out of the shower. She delays going out there as much as possible, takes her time doing her skincare routine and getting her hair as dry as possible.
When Seonghwa finally walks into her bedroom, San is standing next to the vanity, her body mostly blocking Wooyoung from view— just a pair of smooth, tan legs peeking out between San’s own. While her old leggings cling to San’s legs, Wooyoung seems to have forgone pants entirely.
There’s an opened pack of makeup wipes set on the vanity and Wooyoung is laughing, San’s shirt bunched up where she’s grabbing at her waist. It’s a very domestic scene, one Seonghwa feels bad interrupting.
“Wow, you really weren’t kidding about taking long showers.”
Seonghwa freezes like a deer in headlights. Wooyoung’s head peeks out from behind San, a teasing grin on her lips. There’s no way she figured it out, right?
If Seonghwa’s laugh sounds forced, neither San nor Wooyoung say anything, simply going back to work until Wooyoung’s face is bare and clean. She gets up, and Seonghwa realizes her shirt looks much longer on Wooyoung. She’s shorter and rather petite so she should have expected it, but still— a tad longer and it could have been a dress.
San climbs into bed first and Seonghwa fully expects Wooyoung to join her, but instead her friend gestures at her to get in first. Her room is not that big, only enough space for her vanity, wardrobe and a double bed— nothing like the gigantic bed she’s seen in Wooyoung and San’s place.
‘San loves to nap,’ Wooyoung had said when Seonghwa pointed it out.
She’d expected her guests to take the bed while she slept on the couch. Not about to complain, she joins San on the bed, followed by Wooyoung. It’s definitely a squeeze in her small bed. She’s actually pretty excited about it— this is her first sleepover since the divorce. To be honest, marriage for her was kind of like having a sleepover with her best friend every night.
“How are you feeling?” Wooyoung asks, squirming until her body is fully facing the other girls.
“I had a lot of fun, all things considered.”
Wooyoung smiles, visibly relieved by the answer. She’s quiet for a bit, before she scoots in. “Is it alright if we hug you…?”
Oh.
San’s arms are around her waist the moment she says yes, pulling her to her chest so Wooyoung has more space to move in. There’s still not much space for the three of them in a tiny bed, so Wooyoung just tangles their legs together, keeping the rest of body farther away so they can still look at each other as they talk.
“Did you give that guy your real number, or…?”
Seonghwa groans. She had managed to forget that interaction happened— would have rather kept it that way. They don’t have to talk about it, if she hides her face in the pillows then they can’t see her.
Except it doesn’t work because Wooyoung and San don’t move on to another topic. They’re waiting patiently, seemingly both curious to know if she gave a real number or made something up.
“Ugh, I wish I could say I didn’t…”
“I didn’t like him, he was an ass,” San adds thoughtfully, making both of them laugh. She’s right, he was an ass.
“I would never treat you like that, baby,” Wooyoung tells her, only smirking for a second before she starts cringing with her whole being. The firsthand embarrassment has her squirming, even trying to get off the bed until San reaches over Seonghwa to hold her there. She’s so freaking cute.
“San might, though,” Wooyoung says in retaliation.
“Wha-”
San pushes herself up on one elbow, offended, glaring at Wooyoung until she clarifies. “You know, you were kind of a player in college-”
“You make it sound weird! I just had more… experience than you.”
“Great, now she’s bragging .”
Seonghwa can hear San whining behind her. She throws a look over her shoulder, met with San huffing and fanning herself. “Ahh, stop, it’s too hot in here.”
Wooyoung takes pity on her and drops the topic, but not before whispering into Seonghwa’s ear. “Let’s talk about it tomorrow.” She winks, making Seonghwa laugh and earning them another whine from San.
She’s apparently too comfortable to do anything about being hot, because not even a second later she’s back to hugging Seonghwa’s waist. When she speaks up again, after a minute of silence, her tone is more serious.
“I hope it didn’t weird you out that I pretended to be your girlfriend…”
“Are you kidding me? I hope he got the hint and deleted my number.”
“Honestly, I’m surprised Wooyoung’s hickeys didn’t scare him off,” San says, taking the opportunity to get back at her girlfriend. This is San and Wooyoung as Seonghwa knows them, silly and always teasing each other. It’s a relief to find Wooyoung acting like herself after that moment at the club.
“Actually, I restrained myself.” The younger girl sounds proud .
“Usually, when she’s kissing me like that, she bites.”
San offers that information like this is just something Seonghwa should know and there isn’t anything weird about her girlfriend kissing another girl.
“Can we stop talking about it?” Wooyoung sighs, sounding just as whiny as San did earlier. “I can only get so hard.”
Seonghwa looks down between them.
…and realizes too late that San and Wooyoung’s eyes are following her movement. Rather than being offended, though, the two girls start giggling uncontrollably. Wooyoung’s hand clutches at her thigh and she’s making this cute squeaking noise while San hides her face in her neck, her body shaking with laughter.
“Stop laughing, I was just confused!”
They calm down eventually, their breathing evening out and Seonghwa feels so much better. The knot in her stomach is gone, knowing her friends had fun and don’t regret anything from their evening. Her only regret is not dancing more… and giving that idiot her number.
“I’m still hot,” San huffs. Seonghwa hasn’t turned off the heating completely yet, the temperature still drops too much and she hates having to fix it every night. She didn’t think they were going to be sleeping this close to each other.
“We can’t do anything about that, baby, just take off your shirt.”
Seonghwa freezes, feeling San sit up on the bed behind her.
Wait, what?
“Is that okay?”
Wooyoung’s words make San pause.
Won’t it be weirder if she says no? One thing’s clear, San either hasn’t noticed or doesn’t mind that Seonghwa spent the evening staring at her chest while it was on full display. She doesn’t mind them thinking she’s a prude— even if it’s not particularly true— but what if they think she’s being weird about it?
‘It won’t be weird if you just act normal,’ Seonghwa tries to tell herself, nodding.
She makes it weird immediately.
San resumes her movement and, before she even realizes, Seonghwa is turning her head to watch. Firm abs catch her attention first, too well-defined to fully hide behind the softness of her tummy.
But then her shirt’s hem is catching on her breasts, pushing them up, the shape perfectly imprinted in the white fabric. The drop is porn-worthy, San oblivious to the effect she’s having on both girls as she keeps pulling her shirt up, revealing freckled collarbones and smooth armpit skin.
Her tits are a bit smaller than Seonghwa’s but they’re gorgeous, the perfect teardrop shape. They look so full but they’re perky, it wasn’t just that damn vest holding them up.
Seonghwa averts her gaze within seconds but to her, it feels like it could have been minutes, like she watched it in slow motion.
Wooyoung is staring unabashedly, chuckling when San throws her shirt somewhere on the floor. Her gaze softens when San lays down, throwing her arm over Seonghwa’s waist and pulling her close again.
Seonghwa can pretend she didn’t see anything but that doesn’t help when San is half-naked and pressing against her back. The thin dress she’s wearing does little to dull the sensation of skin on skin. San’s breasts are soft but firm— they feel even bigger pressed against her back, leaving a gap between her chest and where her hips lay against Seonghwa’s ass.
There’s no way they don’t know she’s getting turned on, not with how close they both are. Wooyoung’s face is inches from being buried in Seonghwa’s chest, close enough to give her more neck kisses but she doesn’t, just like San doesn’t do anything but hold her.
It doesn’t take long for San to fall asleep. Her breathing starts evening out as soon as she’s got Seonghwa in her arms, muttering a good night before she dozes off. She’s a bit warm and her long hair is tickling Seonghwa’s shoulder.
Wooyoung stays awake a while longer. She’s quiet, her fingers idly tracing patterns into Seonghwa’s arm. There’s so much Seonghwa wants to ask her, but it’s assumptions she shouldn’t be making, thoughts she won’t burden her with.
Her friend’s gaze is soft, certain, free of everything that’s plaguing Seonghwa’s mind.
For hours, she lays in bed, unable to sleep. She can’t roll around either, trapped between two bodies that she shouldn’t be getting to know so intimately. Wooyoung’s breath tickles her chest, her lips so close to her skin. The first time Seonghwa moves, San whines and pulls her back almost immediately.
Seonghwa avoids moving after that— it’s enough to have San’s naked body against her, leaving little to the imagination, she can’t handle the whines and the grabby hands on top of that. She’s wet again, but there’s nothing enjoyable about it when she’s feeling so guilty.
When San wakes up, Wooyoung is curled up against her and the familiarity almost makes her forget where they are— but the sun is coming in from the window in the wrong direction and the bed feels smaller. Much smaller, actually.
The sight of Seonghwa’s bedroom in the morning light is one she’s not used to. Everything in here looks soft and clean, relatively uncluttered considering the amount of things lining her shelves. Most of her nerdy trinkets are in here, along with some plants, scented candles and books on the vanity. This must be her sanctuary.
Wooyoung got herself twisted up in the blankets, as usual, her shirt rucked up and her little butt exposed. She’s wearing light blue panties, the pair with silky fabric that hugs her skin perfectly. Her sleepy face is pressed against San’s chest and—
Oh right, she needs to find her shirt.
She didn’t drink enough to forget last night entirely, having stopped once she figured Seonghwa couldn’t hold her alcohol either. Some of it is blurry, though. She remembers taking off her shirt, but if you were to ask her what led to that decision…
Seonghwa’s absence worries her. Did she end up sleeping on the couch? As far as she could tell, their friend was receptive to the kisses and cuddles but what if they went too far? What if they misread the situation?
Somehow, her shirt landed exactly on the vanity’s chair, next to her phone which she grabs as well. She makes her way out of the bedroom with a kiss to Wooyoung’s forehead and a useless tug to her shirt.
The sound and smell of caramelized onions crackling on the pan tells her Seonghwa got started on breakfast already. It’s also a small reassurance that everything is good between them, so she stops by the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face, feeling sticky from last night. She’d been right against the wall all night, Seonghwa’s body her only protection from Wooyoung turning into a space heater at night.
The older woman startles slightly when San puts her chin on her shoulder, looking down at the pan. It looks like the first steps of kimchi fried rice. Seonghwa chuckles when San’s stomach grumbles loudly— the only thing she ate after work were those chips.
“Good morning,” Seonghwa says, feeding her a bite of fried spam. “How’s your head?”
“I avoided a hangover, what about you?”
Seonghwa hums affirmatively, stretching to grab the cutting board she left next to the stove. San steps back, letting her push the minced garlic and scallions into the pan.
“Can I help with anything?”
“Hmm, could you get the eggs from the fridge, please?” Seonghwa is so focused it’s adorable. It’s obvious that she’s used to answering questions while cooking, though San thinks she can cook better than Seeun at least. “Though maybe we should wait until Wooyoung’s up for that part.”
That could be a while. The girl barely stirred when she got out of bed. She protested weakly at the loss of her girlfriend but seemed content when San handed her a pillow as a replacement. She knows what could motivate her to get up, though…
“Want some?” She asks Seonghwa, holding up the container of instant coffee her friend keeps on the counter— barely half of it has been used, and San knows for a fact that Seonghwa only takes it out when Wooyoung visits.
“Maybe with that sweet cold foam you make at work…?”
Obviously, San can’t resist a pretty girl batting her eyelashes at her, so she sets out to grab the ingredients for that. The sound of the bathroom fan turning on notifies her that Wooyoung is awake, so that’s all the more motivation to get the foam perfect.
It takes a while for Wooyoung to come out, although San can’t blame her: she spent a lot more time in the crowd next to sweaty people and their sticky drinks than Seonghwa and San did. She got most of the makeup off Wooyoung’s face last night, but she still looked like a silly little raccoon when they went to bed.
She comes in yawning loudly, her bed hair sticking up, and still not wearing pants. She’s perfect. San grins at the sight, though she doesn’t get to admire her very long as Wooyoung makes a beeline for her, trapping her into a back hug.
“Unnie, I used your moisturizer, I hope that’s fine.”
“That’s fine honey, did you sleep well?”
San feels her heart squeeze at her girlfriend’s soft sleepy voice and the even softer way Seonghwa responds. Why can’t they wake up like this more often? Their bed is big enough for three.
“So well… sorry I pushed off all the blankets.”
Wooyoung snuggles closer, rubbing her cheek against San’s back. Her hands slip under San’s shirt, sliding up until they’re sitting right under her breasts, her knuckles brushing against the underside lightly. San knows that if it was just the two of them in this kitchen, she’d be all over them already.
Seonghwa usually doesn’t mind them being affectionate in front of each other, but for some reason she’s avoiding looking at them now.
“Oh, don’t worry about it,” Seonghwa says, mindlessly breaking up the rice. “I couldn’t really sleep, anyway.”
“We weren’t too much, were we…?” San feels Wooyoung pulling back to look at Seonghwa, echoing her concerns.
“No! I mean- it was nice.”
She feels Wooyoung’s whole body relax behind her, all the while Seonghwa’s ears turn red from how fast she blurted that out. Wooyoung peels away eventually, apparently having had enough of watching San’s forearm flex as she whips the cold foam, turning her attention to Seonghwa instead.
Her messy hair is like a magnet to Seonghwa’s motherly instinct, her hands coming up to try to pat it down. She actually does a good job at it, while Wooyoung seems happy with the long nail scratching her scalp, even leaning into the touch like a cat. Her eyes are closing and she’s smiling, making both of them giggle.
Seonghwa tops their plates with fried eggs a few minutes later, setting everything on top of a tv tray table. She must have bought it for Seeun if the brightly colored legs and the giraffe on top are any indication.
The food is gone in minutes and it’s only then that San realizes how tired she still was from last night. She’s too awake to go back to sleep, but just full enough to want to stay on the couch instead of hitting the gym— her usual morning routine.
The TV is on mostly as background noise. Seonghwa had put on some cartoon show— She-Ra or something that looks like it— but didn’t seem to mind them chatting over it. The tray has been pushed away at some point to make space for them to stretch their legs.
Wooyoung’s legs are pulled up to her chest, warm and steady for San to lean on. Seonghwa is leaning on San in turn, head resting on her shoulder. All she can think about is that she’s glad whatever happened last night didn’t disturb this , and that Seonghwa still lets them be as affectionate towards her as they want to.
As if sensing San was getting too sappy, Seonghwa picks this moment to come for her throat.
“What did you mean last night when you said San was a player in college?”
San stares her down but all that does is make her laugh, so she tries the classic intimidation tactics instead. Seonghwa laughs harder, her hands flying up to San’s shoulders so that she can’t close the distance between them any more than this.
“Noo,” Seonghwa protests, still laughing. “I want to know what that was about!”
San should have known Wooyoung was the real threat in the situation— she’s the one with the insider information and she’s not afraid to use it. It’s not like San cares that much, it’s just… embarrassing how she acted around Wooyoung at first.
“San went to an all girls school,” Wooyoung says, causing both of them to turn around. “ Lots of girl kissing happening over there, apparently— well, that’s what San says. I think girls just liked kissing her .”
San pouts as Wooyoung continues with a grin on her face.
“Anyways, you can kiss girls and it’s not gay, I guess.”
“In what world is that not gay?” Seonghwa asks, sounding completely baffled. Well, it does sound insane in retrospect…
“There were no guys so… I don’t know, a lot of them said it was just for practice. I’m sure there were other girls like me who were scared of coming out and making it ‘creepy’. No one really talked about it.”
She watches Seonghwa’s expression shift from confusion to something more sad. As far as San knows, Seonghwa herself isn’t out to many people. She hopes this doesn’t hit too close to home.
“San had a lot of experience flirting with girls but not with dating them, right kitten?”
Wooyoung’s tone is still teasing, but full of affection, as is the hand gently rubbing her back. San blushes at the pet name being used in front of Seonghwa.
“You’re just so…” Seonghwa trails off, possibly choosing her words more carefully. “I don’t know… obviously gay? I feel like I don’t have to hide it because everyone just assumes I’m… you know, especially now that I’ve had a baby.”
Ah. That does make sense. She wonders if it bothers her the way it bothered Wooyoung when they were younger— and Wooyoung’s not not into men, but she disliked the assumption that she was only into men. She still does, especially when people think San and her are just friends.
“I get it,” Wooyoung says, as if thinking of the same thing. “I think I started dressing more masculine in college for the same reason.”
“It’d be such a waste if you didn’t like women with that nose,” San teases, hoping to lighten the mood without pulling away from the conversation too much. Leave space for Seonghwa to come back to it if she’s comfortable and all.
She’s pleased with herself because it makes Wooyoung laugh pretty hard. She’s no stranger to waking up with Wooyoung’s head between her thighs, lapping at her hole hungrily as her perfect nose presses into her clit just right. Sometimes San lets her do as she pleases, but if she’s too horny she’ll just hump her girlfriend’s face until she cums. It helps that Wooyoung is always enthusiastic about it, if anything she’s often the one begging San to ride her face.
That would have been a perfect way to wake up. Even waking up to Seonghwa with Wooyoung’s head between her thighs would have been—
“...I don’t get it?”
Seonghwa isn’t laughing. It’s clear from her expression that the gears are turning but she’s come up with nothing .
Oh.
Oh no.
Has Seonghwa been missing out for this long?
“No one’s ever eaten you out?”
Wooyoung’s question echoes San’s own thoughts— they exchange glances, curious and also mildly offended on Seonghwa’s behalf. Wooyoung’s tone is casual, but Seonghwa seems flustered, obviously not used to being asked such direct questions about her sex life. She should know by now that Wooyoung isn’t the type to shy away from these topics.
“Not really, I guess…? Maybe a couple times.”
A couple times but she doesn’t remember? It must have been mediocre to be that unmemorable. Though she can’t really blame Hongjoong, it makes sense that he wasn’t very enthusiastic about it in retrospect.
“I still don’t get what that has to do with Woo— w-with noses.”
Cute .
“It’s good for extra stimulation,” Wooyoung explains. “Have you ever tried one of those grinder toys?”
The gears click— Seonghwa gets it now, San can tell. It’s the way she looks at Wooyoung’s face, then looks away, biting her lip. There’s no shame in that— San owns one of those toys but she’d much rather sit on Wooyoung’s pretty face too.
“I could show you,” Wooyoung shrugs.
Seonghwa gulps, chokes on a sip of coffee. Her hands shake as she tries to sit the cup on the tv tray, spilling lukewarm liquid. San rubs her back, eyeing her girlfriend suspiciously— there’s a smirk on her face that clearly says ‘worth a try.’
“I’m just saying.”
Seonghwa wipes at the corner of her eyes, teary-eyed from coughing. Wooyoung hands her a napkin for the spill, casually, as if she didn’t just make a crazy proposition.
“You don’t have to force yourself…”
The way Seonghwa brushes it off makes San realize that they’re coming at this from very different angles. Wooyoung does too, something resembling pity in her voice when she speaks next.
“Oh, unnie… you’ve really been missing out, haven’t you?”
Seonghwa doesn’t reply, so Wooyoung stands up, stepping over San’s legs to get to her. She avoids looking at either of them. When Wooyoung holds a hand out, Seonghwa leans into it, allowing the younger girl to tilt her head up with a hand on her chin. She chews on her lip, visibly nervous.
“I want to,” Wooyoung says firmly, making Seonghwa furrow her brows again. “Sex shouldn’t feel like… something someone has to do for you, I don’t want you to feel that way.”
“You can say no,” San reminds her, a steady hand on her back. There’s a rather long silence. Neither Wooyoung or her want to pressure Seonghwa into making a decision quickly, though San would be lying if she said she’s not at least a little bit hopeful that Seonghwa seems to be considering it.
“Won’t it make things weird between us…?”
Wooyoung shrugs again. She puts on a brave face, but San knows she shares Seonghwa’s doubts. How could she not?
“It doesn’t have to, not if we all want it…”
“Do you?” Seonghwa looks at San for reassurance.
“I do, yeah,” San says, smiling when she thinks back to last night. Seeing Wooyoung and Seonghwa laying together like that made it clear. She wanted to kiss them both silly, maybe watch them touch each other like she suggested the other day. “You have no idea.”
“We’ve always thought you’re super hot, and we really like you…,” Wooyoung adds, seeing that Seonghwa is still skeptical. “This isn’t like… out of the blue for us, we’ve talked about it before, between us. But if you don’t want it then we won’t let it make things weird between us.”
“You’re not joking?”
San hates that Seonghwa would even think that’s a possibility.
“Did you think I was joking last night?”
Seonghwa’s non-committal shrug says it all.
“You did?” Wooyoung asks, gently stroking Seonghwa’s face with her thumb. “I’m sorry, at some point I realized you were way more drunk than I thought and… I just didn’t want to make you do something you’d regret.”
Seonghwa lets out a shaky breath, and with it some of the tension in the room dissipates. San thought she’d been oblivious to the flirting, but it’s possible that she’s been having the same complicated thoughts. Wooyoung lets her go, giving her some space to think.
Finally, after another moment of silence, Seonghwa speaks up, looking directly at Wooyoung.
“Can you show me?”
Wooyoung doesn’t waste time, gesturing at Seonghwa to scoot back until her back sits firmly against the couch. Eager to watch, San moves her arm so it’s simply resting on top of the back cushions.
Satisfied, Wooyoung moves to straddle Seonghwa, knees on either side of her thighs.
Their size difference is even more noticeable like this, Wooyoung’s short torso making her seem even tinier. San won’t tease her, not when she has that smirk on her face that San adores.
“Let’s pick up where we left off, then,” Wooyoung says before she starts kissing Seonghwa’s neck again.
San missed seeing this up close last night— she’d noticed, of course, especially since Yeosang had sort of freaked out about it. San had reassured her it was fine. Sure, she’d been kind of jealous at the time, but things had been building up to it for weeks, it was only a matter of time.
Now she gets to enjoy the view, the way Seonghwa’s lashes flutter when she throws her head back. Wooyoung is still wearing nothing but a shirt— it pools around her thighs and reveals more skin every time she shifts slightly. Seonghwa has that tempting night dress on, some kind of blushy satin fabric that leaves little to the imagination. One of Wooyoung’s knees accidentally landed on the hem, stretching the fabric so thin San can make out the shape of Seonghwa’s nipples.
Wooyoung is gaining confidence from Seonghwa’s reactions, the kisses starting to sound wetter and wetter. Even worse are the little sighs the both of them occasionally let out— every wet kiss and moan goes straight to San’s cunt, making her squirm as she feels herself getting wet. She really wasn’t kidding when she said she’d be happy just watching them.
“Are you going to tell us what you were up to last night? What took you so long in the shower?”
San already knows, but she asks because she wants to hear it. She’d walked past the bathroom door, last night, in her quest for makeup wipes. The moans had caught her attention first, the unmistakable squelching sound of Seonghwa fingering herself confirming her suspicions.
She wasn’t lying when she said the bedroom was too hot, but the heater and blankets weren’t the only culprit.
“I was- I just take long showers, I told you…”
“Really? That’s it?”
Seonghwa gasps at the sudden feeling of Wooyoung’s teeth on her skin— she also wasn’t kidding about the bites— Wooyoung kissing over it apologetically. She starts working a hickey into Seonghwa’s skin, low enough to be covered up.
Seonghwa’s hands clench around nothing, like she wants something to grab on but is too scared to grab Wooyoung’s bare legs. San smiles and grabs her hand, finally getting her attention so she can't avoid eye contact anymore. She’s blushing, her rosy cheek starting to resemble her pink hair.
“You’re so pretty, unnie,” San says, bringing Seonghwa’s hand close to her face so she can kiss her knuckles. “Pretty little petal.”
Wooyoung turns to look at San, head still tucked into Seonghwa’s neck, a look of deep satisfaction on her face. She looks up and down San’s body, taking in her uncomfortable sitting position.
“Let’s move to the bed, it’ll be more comfortable.”
Seonghwa looks up, dazed, the words taking a moment to sink in. Wooyoung waits for a proper response before she slides her hand under Seonghwa’s thighs, pulling her up and into her arms.
Seonghwa squeals at first, her arms wrapping around Wooyoung’s shoulders in a panic, but if Wooyoung can carry San then she has nothing to be worried about. Wooyoung carries her to the bedroom, pressing a few more kisses into her neck as a distraction while San climbs in bed first, back to the headboard. It’s an upholstered one, comfy and sturdy.
San spreads her legs so that Seonghwa can sit comfortably between them. She coaxes her in, more than happy to hug her and bury her face in her neck.
Though it takes some adjustments with so many limbs in play, Wooyoung can straddle Seonghwa properly this way. She dives back in, her kisses going progressively lower until she hits the lace over Seonghwa’s bust. She looks at San, who gets the subtle message.
“Can Wooyoung take this off for you?” San punctuates the question with a light tug at Seonghwa’s dress.
She nods hesitantly, letting them work together to pull it over her head. San is jealous that she can’t see much from this position, unlike Wooyoung who’s staring shamelessly. Seonghwa presses her thighs together as much as she can with someone straddling her, her hands coming over her stomach to cover it.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” Wooyoung comments, admiring her from her privileged seat. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are?”
San’s hands rest on top of Seonghwa’s, not pulling them away no matter how badly she’s itching to touch. They’re trembling but she lowers them after a moment’s hesitation, letting San’s palms flatten over her stomach. She feels the soft layer of fat, the stretchy skin of her tummy— Seonghwa must use some fancy creams because it’s so soft, so perfect to squish.
Seonghwa whines as San finds herself giving a little too much attention to that part of her body. San kisses her cheek, muttering apologies directly into her ear and that seems to shut her up.
Wooyoung is still kissing down her chest, grabbing both of her tits in her hands and holy shit— they don’t even fit in Wooyoung’s hands, softness spilling out between her fingers. She’s looking at Seonghwa for approval, and whatever expression Seonghwa makes must mean yes because she starts kissing them and Seonghwa’s head rolls back onto San’s wide shoulders.
It gives San plenty of room to suck her own hickey into her neck, her hands resuming their exploration of Seonghwa’s body, starting with her hips. They’re wide and round, no hip dips but she has the perfect love handles to grab onto. There might not be much fat on Seonghwa’s body but it seems like it all went to San’s favorite places to grope. Her thighs feel amazing too, milky skin so smooth it has San wondering if she gets her legs waxed, or maybe lasered…
Wooyoung gives one nipple a tentative lick, smirking when it makes Seonghwa’s breath catch in her throat. She’s determined to show Seonghwa just how good her mouth feels, giving a few more licks before pushing her pointed tongue into the hard nub. Seonghwa whines, fisting the sheets and writhing in San’s lap.
She suckles gently at first, her hand cupping her breast and pushing it up into her waiting mouth. She alternates between soft suckling and harsher licking and tonguing— they both realize quickly that Seonghwa loves a bit of rough play.
When Wooyoung moves to the other breast, San gets her hand on the wet, hard nub she leaves behind, pinching it just to be rewarded with Seonghwa’s panting harshly into her ear. Seonghwa’s high pitched sounds of pleasure and the constant squirming in her lap makes her own arousal difficult to ignore.
She plays with Seonghwa’s nipple until she can’t take it anymore, taking her hand back and slipping it under her own shirt. She watches Wooyoung worship Seonghwa’s pretty tits, twisting and pinching her own nipple. Each flick of her fingers has her clit pulsing, her pussy getting wetter. She can’t decide if she’d rather switch places with Wooyoung or Seonghwa.
If she keeps going she’ll get carried away and she doesn’t want that, not when their attention should be on Seonghwa. Her hand moves back to the older woman’s hips, feeling the lace band of her panties. It’s so tempting— she hasn’t stopped wriggling, trying to squeeze her thighs together for relief. San could give it to her…
The moment San dips a finger under the waistband of her pretty underwear, Seonghwa is grabbing her wrist tightly. “Wait! It feels too good…”
Wooyoung had pulled back immediately, concerned, but there’s a cheeky grin on her face once she realizes what this is really about.
“Worried you’ll cum too fast?”
Seonghwa nods, exhaling shakily and letting go of San’s wrist. They give her a break, repositioning themselves, Wooyoung pulling her hips forward gently. She lays in the space between Seonghwa’s legs, tummy down on the mattress.
It gives San a much better view of the action— Wooyoung’s perky little ass is in full view and she can actually see between Seonghwa’s legs now. It’s hard to tell how wet she is with the delicate black lace covering everything, but the insides of her thighs have become red and raw from rubbing together too much.
Wooyoung lowers herself. San watches Seonghwa cover her face, peeking at Wooyoung from between her fingers. She’s radiating so much heat now and she jolts slightly when Wooyoung kisses her thighs. San can just about imagine how soft they feel, how hot her skin must be right now.
San’s fingertips leave goosebumps in their trail as she traces patterns on Seonghwa’s stomach. Wooyoung is so pretty, she can’t look away, even if it means ignoring her own needs.
Seonghwa makes a soft noise when Wooyoung finally kisses her clothed pussy— she looks up, making sure she has permission before licking over the lace slowly. San holds back a chuckle watching Seonghwa’s hips lift in response. She knows exactly how that must feel.
Wooyoung doesn’t break eye contact, giving a few more licks— hard and slow, enough for Seonghwa to feel her through the fabric. She sucks lightly, pulling the fabric between her teeth like she’s going to pull them off. The panties are pretty, made up of detailed floral lace and sitting high on her hips, digging into the tan skin there. She lets the elastic snap back, making Seonghwa gasp.
When Wooyoung pulls back, there’s a string of saliva connecting her lower lip and the wet spot on the lace panties. “Can I take these off too?”
“Mhm.” Seonghwa lifts her hips, allowing Wooyoung to slowly pull them down her long, smooth legs.
Her pussy is so pretty, pink, silky smooth— it makes San’s mouth water the way her glistening folds are spread slightly from the position they put her in. She’s already so wet, she’ll be a mess once Wooyoung gets her mouth on her.
“Unnie, you look so fucking good,” Wooyoung says, echoing San’s thoughts. She starts with a soft kiss, gauging Seonghwa’s sensitivity, and then her tongue is dipping into her folds, still slow and gentle. San watches her chest heave up and down, stopping her hands so Seonghwa can focus on Wooyoung only.
Wooyoung takes her time with it— not that San would expect anything else, she’s been on the receiving end of it and knows Wooyoung could eat her out for hours if she wanted. It’s usually San who taps out before she does.
Every now and then, Seonghwa will realize how loud she’s being and try to hold back. It works for the most part. Except she’s moaning shamelessly in San’s ear every time Wooyoung’s tongue dips into her hole, her nose bumping into her clit each time. Just when it looks like Seonghwa is getting used to the rhythm, Wooyoung latches on her clit and sucks.
Seonghwa gasps, hands flying to Wooyoung’s hair and gripping her tight — whether to keep her there or to push her away because it’s too much, San can’t tell.
“Oh my god, I’m sorry, did that hurt?”
Seonghwa sounds so apologetic that San can’t help but laugh. Wooyoung looks up again, eyes unfocused. Her face is covered in Seonghwa’s slick up to her nose and her lips are swollen. “You can do it again, if you want.”
“Youngie likes it when it’s a little rough— hold on, baby, do you need this?”
San pulls off the hair tie on her wrist, handing it to her girlfriend who accepts it gratefully. Her hair’s all messed up already, Seonghwa’s efforts to fix her bed hair this morning ruined… and who knows how long the ponytail will stay intact if Seonghwa takes her up on the hair pulling offer.
Wooyoung sits up with her legs under her, her thighs squished together, hand planted dangerously close to Seonghwa’s sensitive pussy. She tries to get the most of her short hair into a ponytail as possible, then leans in.
“Thank you, kitten,” she says, pressing against Seonghwa’s chest so she can give San a kiss.
Wooyoung licks into her mouth, moaning as they share a wet kiss. San grabs the back of her neck to make sure she doesn’t pull away too quickly. She sucks on Wooyoung’s tongue greedily, getting a taste of Seonghwa’s slick.
They pull apart when Seonghwa starts squirming too much.
“Doesn’t she taste good?”
“Mmh, so good.”
This time, when Wooyoung starts eating her out again, Seonghwa is a lot more vocal. San finds it endearing, it’s like she doesn’t want to be ignored again, but she doesn’t have to worry. She’s the center of their world right now.
San keeps her touch light, mostly focused on Seonghwa’s thighs and stomach again. She can tell when Seonghwa starts getting frustrated, her thighs shaking like she’s close to coming, her breath coming faster and then… nothing. It keeps happening over and over, she’s starting to look so pitiful.
“Can’t cum?” San asks, getting a frustrated whine in return. “You have to relax or it won’t happen, petal.”
“It’s too much… what if I can’t?”
“I know you can.”
“I feel like I’m wasting your time…”
Wooyoung huffs, clearly unhappy with the idea that any time spent between a pretty girl’s legs is wasted time. She dips her head lower, sucking at Seonghwa’s labia while her thumb finds her clit.
“Oh-” Seonghwa gasps, hands fisting the sheets again at the direct stimulation. “It’s so good, don’t stop-”
In the end though, her orgasm builds and builds until it fades, not letting her get the release she so desperately wants. She sniffles, looking away and San shares a look with Wooyoung, rubbing her arm in hopes of comforting her.
“Let me know if I hurt you, okay?”
That’s all the warning Seonghwa gets before Wooyoung pushes two fingers in, stretching her tight hole. The wet sounds go straight to San’s head, her own pussy clenching around nothing. For Seonghwa too, the effect is immediate, moaning as she pushes her hips into Wooyoung’s hand.
“Touch me, please,” she asks San, and there’s no way she can resist Seonghwa like that— squeezing her pretty tits together, massaging them desperately.
She holds two fingers up to Seonghwa’s mouth. She parts her lips obediently. San pushes down on her tongue, making her suck on her fingers until they’re wet and nice. She uses them to get Seonghwa’s nipples wet again, teasing them with her thumbs and pinching them with slick fingers.
“So good, I’m so close,” she babbles, letting them both know they’re on the right track. “C-can you, ahh, please- one more?”
Wooyoung gets the message, pushing one more finger in before latching on to her clit again. That, paired with San still fondling her tits, seems to do the trick. She moans loudly when she cums, pussy so wet San can hear her gushing over Wooyoung’s fingers. Her girlfriend doesn’t let up until Seonghwa’s thighs are shaking with exhaustion and she’s trying to push her off.
Two pairs of hands massage Seonghwa’s trembling thighs as she comes down. Her body is loose in San’s hold and her eyes stay closed until her breathing gets back to normal.
“Still with us?”
She blinks at the sound of Wooyoung’s voice, reaching for the other girl’s hand weakly— she’s so soft and pliant.
“Can you hug me?”
There’s no hesitation, her girlfriend letting out a happy little noise as she covers their friend’s body with her own. It’s a tight hug, neither Wooyoung nor San willing to let go until Seonghwa has stopped shaking. When Wooyoung pulls away, Seonghwa tries to push herself up too, though she’s still kind of floppy.
“Wait.” Wooyoung stops her with a hand over her chest, right between her breasts. “I have an idea.”
She helps San wiggle out of her spot behind Seonghwa, each grabbing a pillow to put behind her instead. Now comfortably propped up, Seonghwa watches with interest. San’s not quite sure what Wooyoung has planned for them either, to be honest.
Wooyoung’s hands on her hips guide her until she’s straddling Seonghwa. When she goes to sit down— force of habit from messing around with Wooyoung— her girlfriend stops her, so she just hovers over Seonghwa’s thighs awkwardly instead. She has no idea what Wooyoung expects her to do now, but at least she’s got a nice view.
“What am I going to do with the two of you?” Wooyoung stands behind her, kneeling, her warm breath on the back of San’s neck enough to make her shiver. “Two perfect pairs of tits but I’ve only got two hands…”
Wooyoung’s hand slides under San’s shirt, squeezing her left tit as if to prove a point.
“Do you need me to touch yours too?” Her hands keep teasing, touch too light to feel like much of anything. “Need me to help you cum too, show our unnie how you come for me?”
She nods, pushing her chest into Wooyoung’s hand desperately.
“I want words, kitten.”
“Y-Yes, I…” Wooyoung finally grabs her in earnest, playing with her nipple while she puts her other hand on San’s hip, holding her close. “I want unnie to watch.”
It’s so embarrassing, but it always feels good when Wooyoung teases her. If Wooyoung likes when she’s rough with her, San on the other hand likes when Wooyoung gets a little mean. The praise that comes after is always so good.
She can’t take it anymore, can’t hold back from touching herself over her clothes. It only takes a few drags of her palm before a wet spot starting form on her leggings— fuck, these aren’t even hers, she should take them off first...
It takes all of her willpower to pull her hand away— but her girlfriend is so sweet and helpful that she immediately slips a hand into San’s pants and takes over for her.
Naturally, her gaze is drawn downwards. That’s when she notices Seonghwa’s hand between her own legs, spreading her slick around and rubbing herself mindlessly. She’s absolutely drenched . Seonghwa uses two fingers to spread herself, showing off the way her little hole clenches. Maybe giving this one a confidence boost was a mistake, San can’t deal with two menaces.
“Oh Sannie, how are you so wet already?”
Wooyoung stops touching her momentarily, rubbing her fingers together just to feel how much wetness comes away from touching her soaked underwear. San stares at Seonghwa’s pretty pink pussy and Seonghwa stares at the crotch of her leggings where the fabric clings to Wooyoung’s hand perfectly.
They both watch as Wooyoung’s fingers start moving again, the back and forth of her hand showing through the fabric. San thinks she won’t need more than this, it feels so good even with Wooyoung’s hand just over her underwear. The cotton fabric is already soaked through, creating friction.
Noticing the way San and Seonghwa look at each other, Wooyoung uses her hand that’s still inside San’s shirt to pull it up— not completely off, but just enough that her breasts are fully exposed. Seonghwa doesn’t look away this time.
Wooyoung can act like she’s in control all she wants, but she’s not unaffected either. Her hips keep rolling forward subconsciously, hitting San’s ass. It’s subtle, but it just adds to San’s arousal knowing she’s getting off on this, too. Her tits bounce with every push of Wooyoung’s hips.
“San, can I touch them?”
It’s one thing to watch Wooyoung touch Seonghwa, or even to watch her touch herself. It’s another to have her ask this while she’s blushing and touching her needy cunt.
“Please,” San begs, unashamed— Seonghwa has no idea how long she’s waited for this. “Y-You should have done it last night… we would have slept better…”
Seonghwa chuckles, tucking a strand of pink hair behind her ear. She sits up so she’s at eye level with San’s chest. “Sleeping, really?”
She rolls San’s nipples between her fingers, pinching and pulling at them. Her whole body tingles with arousal. Seonghwa has long nails, pretty acrylics, making it more painful than when she was doing it to herself earlier. It feels even better, especially with Wooyoung still rubbing her wet panties over her clit.
“Close,” she whimpers, Wooyoung’s fingers speeding up at the words.
Wooyoung keeps her palm up so she can rut against it while Seonghwa finally gets her mouth on her. She sucks one nipple into her mouth, moaning a little at the feel of the hard nub on her tongue— the latter is what does her in, has her riding Wooyoung’s hand as she cries her orgasm out.
She can feel Wooyoung getting herself off too, her other hand bumping into her asscheek with every frantic stroke, warm breath on the back of her neck. Wooyoung’s loud , that’s no surprise to San, but it has Seonghwa’s hand right back between her thighs. San isn’t much better, bouncing on Wooyoung’s hand to try and ride the remainder of a fading orgasm.
After what feels like the best, longest lasting orgasm San has had in months, she flops into Seonghwa’s arms. She feels boneless, Seonghwa petting her hair sweetly even though San’s crushing her other arm between their bodies.
“Sorry,” San says, feeling Seonghwa’s body shake with laughter. “That… was really good.”
Seonghwa bites her lip, nodding. Wooyoung gets up, pushing herself up with a hand on San’s butt. She squeezes it, earning herself a glare because why would she wipe her fingers there when there’s perfectly good bedsheets next to them. “I’ll be right back.”
She really did mean it. She’s gone for maybe three minutes. That’s still plenty of time for the two of them to get distracted— by the time she comes back, Seonghwa is humping San’s thigh, her hands clawing at her back. Her long nails leave marks all over it, her thigh inadvertently putting pressure on San’s own arousal.
She didn’t think she had another orgasm left in her, but Seonghwa’s body just feels so good even through two layers of fabric— once wasn’t enough, not when this might be the only time Seonghwa lets her do this.
Seonghwa is so needy, and San is happy to be used in whatever way she needs. She’s panting hard, her wet mouth gaping and San wants to kiss her so bad.
A hand— Wooyoung’s— runs over the scratches on her back. “Oh… look at you two.”
Her rough, husky voice makes San shiver, a contrast to her soft hand cupping her butt, running down her thighs. “My pretty girlfriends humping each other like they’re in heat… needy little sluts…”
San keens, loves to be Wooyoung’s in any form. It doesn’t take long for them to cum after that— they ride it out together while Wooyoung coos and rubs San’s back, watching them fondly.
They finally pull apart and roll onto their backs, exhausted.
“Do you get it now?”
Wooyoung’s voice sounds clear, unaffected— nothing like San who’s unable to even form a thought at the moment. Seonghwa must be feeling a similar way, her sluggish brain struggling to come up with an answer to Wooyoung’s vague question. She tries again.
“The nose thing?”
“Oh! Um,” she sputters, turning red again. “I… I agree with San, I’m glad you like girls.”
“Great, me too,” Wooyoung smirks, crawling into bed with them. San was too busy to notice until now, but she brought back a water bottle and some cut fruits from the fridge on her way back from the bathroom. Wooyoung feeds it to them one by one until they’ve cooled down enough for her to pull up the covers.
They end up in the same position as they were last night, Seonghwa trapped between Wooyoung and San except this time she’s the one not wearing a shirt. San has to say she enjoys this dynamic too, loves getting to kiss Wooyoung while running her hands all over Seonghwa’s naked body.
“If only you’d let us shower with you last night,” she whispers into Seonghwa’s ear, getting a sleepy hum as acknowledgement. “We could have taken care of you instead…”
Seonghwa glares at San like she just said something offensive. San just squeezes her hip in response, shushing her to sleep.
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Chapter 3
Notes:
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Chapter Text
San knew from the moment Wooyoung kissed her with slick, sticky sweet lips, Seonghwa trapped between them, that it would be difficult to pretend that nothing happened— that she didn’t hope this would become part of their regular life.
Things remained the same for the most part. It had, in a way, altered their dynamic, Wooyoung and her no longer feeling like they needed to hold back on smothering Seonghwa in physical affection— but their friendship stayed on course, and San still had no idea if Seonghwa had any interest in being anything more than friends with benefits.
There was also the issue of time. Their mismatched schedules had always made things a tad complicated, but it wasn’t that they couldn’t find time for each other. They had dinner together and movie nights whenever they could, made excuses to visit Seonghwa’s apartment after every shift, but always with a toddler around.
Seeun was at the center of most evenings; Wooyoung and San were happy to spend time with both of them, but that left little time to explore the physical aspect of their relationship with Seonghwa— and San would be lying if she said she didn’t think about that day constantly.
There had been that one time, a warm afternoon where Seeun had wanted ice cream so bad that San took him on a walk to the nearest corner store to find some. Plastic bag full of popsicles in hand, they came home to Seonghwa red-faced, shirt tucked out of her skirt, and Wooyoung brushing her teeth at a suspicious four in the afternoon.
Later that night, San had Wooyoung begging on her strap while she told her all about how she’d used those fifteen minutes to make Seonghwa cum twice, locked in that bathroom eating her out. She couldn’t look at that sink cabinet the same anymore.
The next day, possibly emboldened by Wooyoung’s actions, Seonghwa had cornered her on the way back from the gym and asked if they could shower together. She’d gotten all up in San’s space, her chest pressed against San’s own, swollen and sore from the gym. A work call had interrupted them, but San couldn’t stop staring at the drops of sweat on Seonghwa’s blouse after that.
Seonghwa asks for help more often with little things, opens up more, and the vulnerability is just as good as sex. On one occasion, when San had helped her clean up after a long evening shift, Seonghwa fell asleep on top of her and she’d had to text Wooyoung to tell her to come sleep here instead. She craves more of that uninterrupted intimacy, but again… those moments have been few and far between.
That is, until tonight.
It’s a night like any other, except that it’s the last one they get with Seeun for a short while— he’s going on a trip with his dad and his dad’s boyfriend starting this weekend. San isn’t quite sure where they’re going, but Hongjoong is picking him tomorrow night after dinner with Seonghwa.
A family dinner that includes Wooyoung and San— and the former has been kind of anxious about it all week.
They’re spending the next 24 hours doing whatever he wants, which consists of making a blanket fort tonight and going to the zoo tomorrow. The couple’s apartment has the better couch and all the forbidden snacks, so it was picked as the ideal place for a blanket fort. They’d put on an animated movie and popped two bags of popcorn before settling in.
Seeun sits in the middle, petting Byeol. Their older cat has really taken a liking to him. Their other cat is curled up close to Seonghwa, who’s been laying down with her head on Wooyoung’s chest and one arm around her. San is jealous— her cat has the best spot, getting to bask in Wooyoung and Seonghwa’s presence.
Much like the cats, Seonghwa falls asleep before the first movie even ends. The movie is reflected in Wooyoung’s glasses, but San often catches her looking down at Seonghwa instead.
“Can we watch another one?” Seeun asks when the movie ends.
He knows they said just one. It was already late when they started, it must be at least 10pm by now. But he’s still wide awake, eyes bright and full of hope— San should have listened to Seonghwa earlier when she said they should wake him up before his nap gets too long. He slept so much this afternoon, it’s no wonder he’s not sleepy now.
San shares a look with her girlfriend, who just shrugs. Wooyoung has been yawning for a good part of the past hour but she’s also used to long shifts, so she’ll be fine with either option.
“Let’s just do a short one,” Wooyoung offers. “You pick a few and we’ll check which one is the shortest, does that sound good?”
Seeun nods excitedly and jumps up, making Byeol startle out of his lap and into the kitchen, spoiled little princess that she is. Seonghwa stirs at the sudden conversation and movement.
“It’s mama’s bedtime,” Seeun comments, looking at her, and then at San.
Apparently they’re on the same wavelength. “Yeah, I gotta tuck her in,” she whispers, sharing a smile with him. “I’ll be right back, you guys pick the movie.”
Seonghwa doesn’t even fully wake up when San picks her up and walks to the bedroom, holding her princess style. Her arms are wrapped loosely around San’s neck; she weighs nothing. Dal had followed them all the way to the bedroom, jumping up on the bed when San sets Seonghwa down upon it.
Their bed is huge, perfect for a sleepover— it’s a shame they haven’t had an opportunity to do that, yet. Of all the spots to sleep in, Dal picks the pillow next to Seonghwa’s head. San reaches out to rub between her ears. “You really like her too, don’t you?”
San turns on the fairy lights above their bed and the little noise machine Wooyoung bought during her last bout of insomnia, hoping Seonghwa can sleep without being bothered by the movie playing in the next room. By the time she turns back around, Seonghwa is awake.
She looks confused and sad.
“What’s wrong?” San asks, one knee already on the bed.
“Is Wooyoung not coming to bed?”
She pouts— god, San shouldn’t be having inappropriate thoughts about those lips when her friend is sad.
“We’re going to stay up with Seeun a while longer. You looked so tired, I thought…”
Seonghwa doesn’t reply, just makes a non-committal noise and starts running her hand through Dal’s soft fur. The covers get pulled off, and San climbs into bed with her.
“That means I’ll be asleep by the time you come to bed…”
Ah, so that’s what this is about. In her defense, San didn’t think Seonghwa would wake up, she was out like a light not even two minutes ago.
“I’ll stay until you fall asleep,” she whispers, reaching out to pull Seonghwa into her arms. The other girl perks up immediately, snuggling closer until her face is buried in San’s chest—she hasn’t missed any opportunity to, now that that’s allowed.
Like this, San can’t hear anything but the white noise and the sound of their breathing. Seonghwa’s breath comes out slower as she starts to slip again, warm puffs of air she can feel through her shirt. She rubs Seonghwa’s side gently, slowly, the repetitive motion starting to lull her to sleep as well.
Seonghwa’s voice breaks the silence. “You’re still good for tomorrow, right?”
“Yeah, I’m excited for it.” It was hell getting someone to cover a friday shift but it’ll be worth it to see Seeun’s face when they meet the animals. The dinner… should be fine too. “I just hope he likes us.”
“He will,” Seonghwa reaches up and squeezes her cheek softly, as if to reassure her. “You have more in common than you think.”
“Mmh… he does have good taste in women…”
Wooyoung would have loved the scowl on Seonghwa’s face, never one to miss a chance to tease her. Tonight it’s just for San, so she smooths the furrow of her brow away with her thumb, watches Seonghwa’s expression melt into a softer one. Her pink hair has faded slightly, roots starting to come in. She’s still so pretty, though.
“Unnie… Can I kiss you?”
It’s all she’s been thinking about. The fairy lights are reflecting in Seonghwa’s eyes, only slightly dimmed when she looks down at San’s lips. Her tongue pokes out to wet her lips— she’s nervous, or perhaps giddy would be a better way to describe it. San is ready for a rejection.
But then Seonghwa is nodding, her eyes closing when San leans closer. Fuck, she’s so cute. It’s a shame Wooyoung isn’t here or she would agree.
It feels like she’s back in high school— hesitant, wondering why doing something they were told was wrong would feel so right. Seonghwa makes a little noise in the back of her throat when San pulls away with just a light peck, a soft brush of their lips together.
She kisses her properly this time.
Seonghwa is so pliant under her and her lips are so plump and soft, San can’t even pretend she doesn’t have a type. She feels Seonghwa’s hand move to her neck, tangling with the hair at her nape. It’s everything she hoped it would be.
She squeezes at Seonghwa’s waist, at the round hips she’s been obsessing over. Seonghwa’s grip tightens as she slips her leg over San’s thigh, trying to pull her closer— San breaks the kiss reluctantly and they stare at each other, excuses unspoken. Seonghwa isn’t the only one getting turned on, but they shouldn’t go any further tonight, not when she told the others she’d be right back and they could come looking for her.
“Thank you for staying,” Seonghwa says instead. San feels like she might not only be talking about tonight, but maybe that’s just the romantic in her.
“I told Seeun I’d tuck you in.”
“I’m not sure that’s what he meant,” Seonghwa whispers, a smile flickering across her face.
“You don’t kiss him goodnight?”
Seonghwa points to her forehead— and yeah, San shamelessly walks right into her trap, brushing the hair out of Seonghwa’s face to kiss her forehead. Her laughter turns into a squeal when San starts hugging her, fully covering the smaller woman with her wide shoulders.
“You… you’re sleeping over tomorrow night, right?” Seonghwa sounds out of breath. She pinches San’s bicep to get her attention, receiving a playful swat in retribution.
The question sinks in, and so does the intention behind it. San’s eyes darken as she nods, looking down at Seonghwa. She’s breathing heavier, trapped under her San, framed by her arms and shadow. She’s so gorgeous, even when she tries to hide her face in the crook of San’s arm.
“How am I supposed to sleep now? This is your fault…”
San presses kisses into pink hair, pink cheeks, heart full at the cute giggles Seonghwa keeps letting out. She’s reluctant to let go, but eventually Seonghwa does fall asleep, so she goes back to the others.
They started the movie without her. Which is fine, she’s seen Totoro often enough that she can guess it’s what’s playing before she even enters the blanket fort.
Seeun’s too engrossed in the movie to pay that much attention to her return— he barely turns around when she ruffles his hair affectionately— but Wooyoung stares the whole time. San sits down next to her, and she leans in, cupping her face so Seeun can’t hear.
“It looks like you had fun there… you’re so red, baby.”
San turns her head to kiss Wooyoung’s lips. “I love you,” she whispers, only loud enough for Wooyoung to hear.
Wooyoung spent the rest of the evening tucked into San’s side, using her chest as a pillow. When Seeun fell asleep halfway through the movie, they used it as background noise to cover their hushed conversation about what had happened in Seonghwa’s bedroom.
She should be jealous. The irrational, insecure part of her brain that her trust in San can’t completely shut down sometimes should be freaking out— San’s interested in someone else and it might be mutual… and she doesn’t know if Seonghwa’s interest extends past San yet.
Yet she’s relieved, and terribly hopeful that it means Seonghwa will want to kiss her, too.
She also owes Yeosang twenty dollars. Fuck, she shouldn’t have bet this much… she was just so offended that her best friend was so sure that San would ask first.
The pillow fort had been cozy at first, but it was made for a toddler to sleep in, not a toddler and two grown women. The makeshift padding could only do so much before it started feeling like she was sleeping on a hard floor. Because she was.
Wooyoung doesn’t remember falling asleep, but she’ll remember being woken up at 6:45 by a toddler stepping on her arm. Her whole body hurts from being cramped up all night and the sheet they used as a roof does nothing to block out the morning sun.
When she stretches, she feels pain in muscles she didn’t even know existed.
Seeun doesn’t want to hear anything about going back to sleep, so she takes one for the team and lets San be the one to get more sleep. Her girlfriend will have her hands full when Seeun starts running around at the zoo anyway— she’s usually the first one to indulge him when he gets a surplus of energy.
Wooyoung has Seeun munching on some banana slices and is halfway through a batch of mini pancakes when Seonghwa walks into the kitchen. She comes to Wooyoung’s rescue by starting the coffee machine, but she’s uncharacteristically quiet— Wooyoung gets a smile out of her after thanking her for the coffee and that’s it.
It takes hours for Wooyoung to feel like herself again after the poor night of sleep they got. The caffeine keeps her together in the car and for the first thirty minutes, but the crash feels awful. It doesn’t help that any time they complain about being tired, Seonghwa serves them a variant of ‘that will teach you’ or ‘I told you so.’
And sure, they should have put Seeun to sleep earlier. One more movie was a terrible idea— thank god Seeun is an easy toddler because today could have easily ended up with them dragging a cranky and emotional kid around.
Wooyoung has a feeling that’s not what this is really about, though.
This morning, she’d muttered something about waking up alone— and if San feels guilty because she promised they’d join her in bed, it’s even worse for Wooyoung. She didn’t get to kiss Seonghwa before bed, didn’t even get to wish her goodnight, even though she would have loved nothing more than to wake up in their arms.
The way to Seonghwa’s heart is through her stomach and that’s how Wooyoung plans to make it up to her— she spoils her with everything she wants to try at the zoo, and asks San to stop by the store on the way home so she can pick up a bottle of her favorite wine.
Seonghwa had put up a good fight, playfully fighting them off whenever they tried to be affectionate. But by the time the sun had reached its highest point, they had worn her down with their affection, far too drained from the heat to reject it.
Wooyoung spends most of the car ride home with her arm reaching back, stubbornly holding Seonghwa’s hand. Her friend indulges her, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. It’s uncomfortable but it’s worth it, especially with how San keeps stealing glances at the rear-view mirror, her dimples showing every time.
They picked up some ingredients for dinner along with the wine— Seonghwa and her had initially planned something else for dinner, but that had been before spending all day waiting in line in the sun. Seeing the colorful squash and peppers at the entrance of the store was enough to convince them that pasta would be a better idea.
It’s Wooyoung’s idea of a perfect evening— the only thing that could make it better is having her family here. The smell of a home cooked meal wafts through Seonghwa’s cozy apartment, a soft breeze coming in through the windows. Seonghwa is adorably tipsy, humming to the radio and swaying as she stirs a thick bubbling sauce.
Her cheeks are almost as red as the sauce. She squirms and laughs when Wooyoung kisses them, gently pushing her back so she doesn’t burn herself.
San has taken over babysitting duty while Wooyoung helps with the cooking. They’re playing with a board game Seeun found when they put together the blanket fort in their apartment last night— Wooyoung’s not sure how playable this particular game is with only two players, but they’re making it work somehow.
Seonghwa’s phone screen lights up in the midst of adding the sautéed eggplants to the pan, so Wooyoung takes over for the rest of the ingredients.
“Hongjoong is asking if we need anything else? He says he’s leaving soon.”
San and Seeun are too engrossed in their game to hear, even with Seonghwa speaking louder than usual. Wooyoung goes through a mental list of things and finds they’ve all been checked— maybe Seeun would like a dessert?
“Does he have to? I don’t mind driving to drop Seeun off, seriously.”
Wooyoung is half joking. She loves that Seonghwa feels comfortable letting them into their life even more. Seeun loves his dad and he’s excited about it, she would never want to ruin that. But there’s still something weird about meeting the man who Seonghwa had a kid with, knowing he hurt her when she was still vulnerable, regardless of intentions or how justified it could be.
Seonghwa may forgive but Wooyoung doesn’t.
“You don’t want to meet him?” Seonghwa puts a lid on the pan, turning to Wooyoung with her arms crossed over her chest.
She never stopped to think that Seonghwa could be just as nervous about tonight as they have been. Wooyoung can’t blame her— she just can’t particularly find it in herself to want to give this man a chance.
“I can think of better ways for us to spend our evening if we drop Seeun off early...”
“Well, he’s a part of my life, whether you like it or not.”
Seonghwa reaches for the wine bottle and her empty cup, turning her back to Wooyoung. That’s not what she meant, and Seonghwa should know—
“Ah, shit-” Seonghwa cuts herself off, a little too late, like she remembered she shouldn’t curse in front of Seeun. Wooyoung watches as two nosy little heads pop up from behind the couch, and then Seonghwa is walking away before Wooyoung even has time to react.
“Unnie?”
No response, just the sound of Seonghwa’s door slamming behind her. Well, fuck.
Wooyoung sighs, moving to turn the heat down on the stove and wash her hands. Was that too harsh? She didn’t mean to make Seonghwa feel like she had to choose between the two of them, or to sound like an insecure girlfriend— god knows she’s heard that one before.
“Youngie?” Her voice is muffled by the closed door and the sound of the fan, but Wooyoung’s running to the bedroom anyway. She opens the door and whatever she was expecting— an angry Seonghwa ready to scold her away from sensitive ears, maybe— it suddenly doesn’t matter.
Because Seonghwa is standing in front of her bed, looking absolutely pitiful with her shirt only half buttoned. The tip of her nose is all red, like she rubbed at it, and her mascara is smudged at the corner of her eyes.
There’s a large wine stain on her white shirt.
“I can’t undo the rest,” she whines, still trying to fiddle with one of the buttons. The wine clearly got to her. Oh, what would this sweet girl do without them?
“I’ll help you,” Wooyoung offers with a smile. Seonghwa hiccups a cute little sob.
She’s wearing a peachy pink bra, pretty lace pushing her tits up together in a way that makes Wooyoung want to put her face in them. She undoes another button to reveal a pretty golden ribbon at the center and then another, making the fabric strain around her chest.
Seonghwa grabs her hands when she’s done and pulls them under her shirt. Wooyoung squeezes her hips, soft skin so warm under her palms. How is she going to spend the evening pretending she doesn’t want to devour her?
“Am I pressuring you too much?”
Seonghwa’s voice is small but she’s looking straight at her.
Wooyoung shakes her head, not wanting Seonghwa to feel like her weird, complicated feelings are in any way her responsibility. It’s not her fault that things keep pulling at Wooyoung’s insecurities this week.
Seonghwa is swaying back and forth in her arms, a wonderful tipsy mess, bouncing on her heels with a blush high on her cheeks. It seems that any hard feelings from this morning or their earlier conversation have been forgotten— in fact, Wooyoung could swear that Seonghwa keeps glancing down at her lips.
“Kiss me?”
It’s the second time a tipsy Seonghwa asks for more when Wooyoung is feeling possessive and she doesn’t think she can resist this time. Not when she’s already done worse.
She made her cum, called her hers. What’s one little kiss?
Seonghwa is wearing her favorite gloss, the same one she was wearing that night at the club. Wooyoung wondered then if her lips would taste sweet. She can’t wait to find out.
She pulls the taller girl in, Seonghwa’s chest pressing against her, enticingly close to her face with their height difference. Wooyoung wishes she had time to worship them again but there’s no time, and she has a clear objective in mind. Seonghwa seems to want Wooyoung to take the lead, so she lifts herself up a tiny bit and—
The doorbell rings.
No fucking way this is happening.
Stunned, Wooyoung watches Seonghwa pull away with a disappointed pout, hears the pitter-patter of Seeun’s tiny socked feet and San’s voice greeting their guest. As a consolation, she gets to watch Seonghwa put on a new shirt. Out of pity, or maybe something else, Seonghwa lets her smooths her hand down the sides, making sure the form-fitting material hugs her hips just right.
“Come on,” Seonghwa says, pushing her through the door into the hallway.
Her friend’s ex-husband is standing at the entrance, holding his son with one arm and handing San a bag with the other. Wooyoung recognizes the design. She walks past that bakery on her way to work but the storefront is so fancy, she never dared to look at the prices.
Seonghwa hugs him, more of a gentle touch than a proper hug but Seeun is beaming between them, and Wooyoung feels bad for wishing they could fast forward through the evening.
Her remorseful attitude doesn’t last because she has to watch Hongjoong kiss both of Seonghwa’s cheeks. San looks just as shocked as Wooyoung feels— it must be a habit from all that traveling he does. Europeans do that, right?
She’s not sure what she was expecting. She doesn’t know much about Seonghwa’s type in men, other than knowing that that guy from the club was not it. Hongjoong is a tad shorter than Seonghwa, closer to San’s height. He’s dressed down, very casual, but his clothes have obviously been picked out with care.
He’s handsome, she has to admit that. Not just good-looking, but there’s also a certain charm about him, the type that only comes from artistic men who are in touch with their feelings. Ugh.
Seeun takes more after Seonghwa, but she can see some of Hongjoong’s features in him too.
“I’ve met San before, so you must be Wooyoung?”
Hongjoong sets Seeun down and reaches out to give Wooyoung a firm hand shake. He has a pretty smile, and his hands are soft— just a little dry.
“It’s nice to finally meet you,” Wooyoung replies, choosing to keep her judgement for later. She can at least try to get along with him if it makes Seonghwa and Seeun happy, even though he already crossed into her territory by giving Seonghwa a kiss when she was about to.
Hongjoong and San hover in the kitchen awkwardly until Seonghwa tells them to get out of her way— the kitchen is barely big enough for the three of them on a good day— so they move to the couch with Seeun.
“Seonghwa told me you’re into soccer too?”
Wooyoung eavesdrops on their conversation as she helps assemble their plates— it’s actually rather sweet that they found a common interest so early on. Seeun is already familiar with the game on the tv, no doubt from watching it with his dad so often.
Dinner is served quickly. It’s a good thing, because Wooyoung isn’t sure how much more time she’d be willing to spend next to a hot stove. She sits by Seonghwa’s side, San on her right so that Seeun can sit between his parents.
“San, you’re a coach, right?” Hongjoong has rolled up his sleeves so that he can cut Seeun’s pasta into shorter pieces, and from the way he’s holding his fork, Wooyoung is starting to get an idea where Seeun’s clumsiness comes from. “How old do kids have to be to join?”
“We technically have all ages, but we don’t put them in teams until they’re 6 or so.”
San had started volunteering last summer. She was initially filling in for her childhood friend while he recovered from surgery, but she’d ended up enjoying it so much that she started coaching for the other team. She’s doing it again this year, leaving Wooyoung and Yeosang stuck between their two friends and their rival teams.
It’s actually really adorable how competitive they get over the kids. Wooyoung also thinks it would be hilarious if Seeun ended up on the other team somehow.
Hongjoong hums, watching Seeun to see if he was listening. “We’ll have to look into it when we come back, then. You still want to try it, right?”
The toddler nods shyly, more focused on his food than on sports at the moment.
“Seeunie, do you remember where you’re going tomorrow?”
“Yeah! To the beach!”
That’s actually about as much as Wooyoung knows, too. Seonghwa had told her the exact location the other day, it’s not too far away but she can’t remember the name at the moment.
“Is that what you’re looking forward to the most? The beach?”
Seeun nods enthusiastically at Wooyoung’s question, and Seonghwa stares at Hongjoong. She looks unimpressed, like whatever she wants to say, she’s struggling to say nicely.
“Your daddy’s going to turn into a lobster,” she says, and oh, of course that’s the part she’s worried about. Wooyoung can easily see her being the one keeping track of things like that before. “I’ll have to text Yunho so he reminds you both to put on sunscreen.”
Hongjoong and Seonghwa go over the itinerary and any last minute details she should know, all while San does her best to make sure Seeun doesn’t stain his shirt with sauce.
“We should go to the beach, too,” Wooyoung suggests— she can already imagine herself rubbing sunscreen into San’s muscular back, hoping the sight would be enough to entice Seonghwa into asking for it, too. “I’ve still got a few days off to use.”
“Oh, you work with kids too, right? You’re a teacher?”
Wooyoung has spent the past few days sort of anxious about tonight, building herself up to not like this guy… so why does he have to be handsome and sweet to Seeun and remember the little things Seonghwa told him about them?
“No, not a teacher, it’s more of a youth center? We organize and hold activities for kids, mostly teens.”
“Ah, so more of a social worker?”
Wooyoung nods, chewing on her bottom lip. Does he have to sound so interested?
“Yeah, I did my internship there and they wanted to keep me. I…” Wooyoung looks up from her plate, finding Seonghwa looking at her with a smile on her face and oh, fuck it, if it makes Seonghwa happy she can try to open up a little. “I have a big age gap with my little sister, so I grew up around a lot of younger kids? Getting to work with them is kind of ideal, honestly.”
Hongjoong has a lot of questions. He asks about the services they offer, the kind of funding they get, like he’s genuinely interested.
“This is really good, by the way,” he says when they’re almost done, leaning back in his chair like he regrets eating it so fast. “I’m glad Seonghwa has someone to cook for her now.”
Wooyoung can tell he means it— both the compliment and the care for Seonghwa. She wonders if he has any idea there’s anything more going on here, or if he just means it as a neighborly thing. She’s hoping Seonghwa wanting them to meet her family means something, bitter at the idea that he might know something she doesn’t about the way Seonghwa feels for them.
“Well, someone has to do it.”
The look on Seonghwa’s face is one she hasn’t seen before— she doesn’t have to wonder what it means because the woman is suddenly pinching her thigh under the table in a way that clearly means behave.
Wooyoung grabs her hand and keeps it in her lap, happy with the attention. She wants more reactions out of her. Seonghwa is so cute when she’s drunk, like she’s unable to hide how she feels about anything.
She wants Hongjoong to know who he’s talking to, wants him to know Wooyoung takes care of her better than he could.
“Does anyone want dessert?” Seonghwa asks suddenly, pulling her hand from Wooyoung’s grasp as Seeun raises his own excitedly.
“Me!”
He pushes his plate away, intercepted by San who piles their empty plates up to make space for dessert. Seonghwa is standing now, her hand on the back of Wooyoung’s chair and she’s so close— Wooyoung can’t resist sneaking a hand around the older girl’s waist, fingers nudging the hem her shirt up so she can feel the skin above the waistband of her skirt.
“What about more wine?”
Seonghwa is doing a headcount, five pieces of dessert and another cup of wine for Hongjoong and the two of them. Wooyoung has to admit she’s curious what kind of dessert Hongjoong had in that fancy paper bag.
“I’ll help you,” she says when Seonghwa starts walking to the counter. Any excuse to keep touching her.
It was the right call, too. As Wooyoung is getting plates, Seonghwa bends down to grab the cake and drops the knife she was holding. It lands not even a few inches from her foot, should have been scary but she’s tipsy enough that she just starts giggling.
She’s laughing hard enough, in fact— especially considering the situation— that she can’t even bend down to pick up the damn thing.
“I don’t know if you want to let her get that third glass of wine, Youngie,” San chuckles, fondness dripping from her eyes.
Wooyoung picks up the knife and grabs a new one, plastering herself to Seonghwa’s back.
“Don’t hurt yourself,” she whispers, putting her arms around Seonghwa’s waist and her hands over hers to help cut the cake. She resists the urge to kiss her, although her lips brush against the back of her neck when no one is looking. “Mommy’s too drunk, hm?”
She feels a shiver all the way down Seonghwa’s body where they’re pressed against each other.
“Hey,” Seonghwa whines, trying to break free but Wooyoung’s grip on her hands is pretty tight.
“Come here, baby.”
San asks nicely. Too nicely. Wooyoung doesn’t listen— not until Seonghwa is turning around in her arms and giving her that look again.
She’s not defeated, she’s just biding her time. Seonghwa keeps giving her suspicious look through the rest of the dinner but she can be good, helps Seeun cut his slice and entertains him when he’s done eating and the adults want to keep talking.
She’ll miss having this little guy around.
“Thank you for looking after him,” she hears Hongjoong say to San— they’re both watching, and Seeun gives them a bit of a confused look when he notices, all big round eyes and pouty lips. She can’t resist squishing his cheek.
“He’s a great kid,” San replies, earning a nod from Hongjoong and Wooyoung both.
“I wonder…” Hongjoong sets his fork down, looking at San’s face and then Wooyoung’s with a grin on his face. “I can’t tell from Seonghwa’s texts which one of you is a bad influence.”
Seonghwa is standing next to him, cocked hip propped against his chair not unlike what she was doing to Wooyoung earlier. Her hand rests on his shoulder in a way that must look very familiar to Seeun. It’s not that strange considering their past, the many years of familiarity between them, but that doesn’t mean Wooyoung isn’t jealous.
She laughs at the way Hongjoong teases them, having obviously picked up on some of the dynamics between them already. “Youngie isn’t always this much of a brat,” she says, her hand moving to scratch at the scruff of his neck.
Wooyoung’s eyes follow its movements. “No?”
“You just let her get away with it because she’s cute,” San chides lightly. She might be right, their friend does let her get away with a lot.
Seonghwa’s hand drops. “We’ll have to make sure Seeun doesn’t get any cuter, then.”
The toddler in question is starting to get impatient. He’s had enough of endlessly sitting at the dinner table. Hongjoong gets up when Seeun ducks under the table, ready to follow him to his room. “I’ll go check if anything else needs packing.”
Wooyoung waits until he’s out of earshot.
“I do like him,” she whispers into San’s ear, loud enough for Seonghwa to hear and she knows it. The exasperated but fond look Seonghwa gives her has her giggling.
“Mama?”
“Yes? Did you forget something?”
San and Wooyoung are left alone in the kitchen, so they get a headstart on the dishes. Most of it goes in the dishwasher, the rest getting scrubbed quickly so they don’t have to deal with it later. Not when they’ve waited this long to be alone with Seonghwa again.
“Youngie?”
“Hm?” There’s a pretty intense frown on Wooyoung’s face as she scrubs a stubborn bit of pasta out of a pan.
“How do you feel?”
Wooyoung rinses the pan quickly, letting it sit in the dish rack while she dries her hands. “Good, he’s nice.” She looks at San— she has her back to the kitchen counter and both hands on the edge, leaning on it like she always does when Wooyoung is cooking and she just wants to stay close. “I can understand why Seonghwa still wants him in her life.”
“Yeah, me too,” San agrees.
They’re distracted by the adorable sight of Seeun trying to drag his suitcase to the front door. It gets caught on the rug even as Hongjoong helps him— the thing might be twice as heavy as him if it’s as full as it looks.
Seeun nods at his dad’s question, though he looks over at San and Wooyoung. Sensing the boy’s hesitation, they gesture at him to come into the kitchen, which he does, his little arms reaching for a hug.
“You’ll have so much fun,” they tell him, hugging him at once. “We’ll be thinking of you.”
Drop offs aren’t usually this hard, at least not according to what Seonghwa has told them. It could have something to do with the change in routine with tonight’s dinner. Thankfully, there are no tears, just a lot of pouting and clinging— first with San and Wooyoung, then Seonghwa.
When he’s finally standing at the front door again, holding his dad’s hand, San and Wooyoung let the family have a moment of privacy..
They watch from the couch as Hongjoong puts his free hand on Seonghwa’s wrist, pulling her closer so he can whisper something. Whatever it is, he doesn’t want Seeun to hear it.
Wooyoung can’t make out the expression on Seonghwa’s face when she pulls away abruptly, but there’s one thing that’s hard to miss.
She’s blushing.
Seonghwa can’t believe it’s only been two hours and Hongjoong already has it figured out. Nothing had been obvious— sure, Wooyoung got kind of handsy when she was getting dessert, but that could have been a joke between friends. They are friends.
She’s been holding off on telling him they hooked up, although she came really close to texting him after that one time Wooyoung ate her out in the bathroom. She needed someone to tell her not to freak out, but telling her ex-husband about it felt like a line she wasn’t ready to cross.
She’d freaked out on her own instead.
“They’re dating, Hongjoong,” she hisses, arms crossed over her chest. “What good would a crush do for me?”
“I don’t know, probably a lot of good going off the way Wooyoung was touching you?”
“Shh, you-” Does he realize how loud his voice is? Even if the girls don’t overhear, there’s still the chance of Seeun repeating his words in front of them.
“Maybe don’t overthink it,” he suggests. Seonghwa scoffs. That’s rich coming from the man who spent 3 days cooped up at the office after Yunho asked him out. She’s not the one running away from her thoughts and feelings.
…Fine, so maybe she is, but it’s worked out great for her so far.
Three orgasms and counting and no one’s feelings have been hurt yet.
“I’m just saying that you deserve to let yourself be happy.”
Sap. She almost thanks him but his next move changes her mind, so out of character that she instantly knows he’s doing it to get back at Wooyoung. Hongjoong grabs her shoulders, pulling her down so he can kiss her forehead.
She hears San gasp.
“Bye!” He says, waving his hand at the younger girls. Seeun does the same, calling out sweet ‘bye byes’ until he’s out the door.
So, Hongjoong knows.
Why Wooyoung wanted to stake a claim so badly tonight, she’s not sure— it’s not like Hongjoong is a threat to their arrangement.
Seonghwa can’t say she’s been behaving rationally today either. She woke up around 3am, noticed that the fairy lights were still on and the bed was still very much empty and she dozed off again in a worse mood. It was silly, but if they could walk back the promise to sleep in bed with her then what else are they not taking seriously?
Her anger had simmered down considerably when she found them sleeping with Seeun in the blanket fort. It was too cute of a sight to stay angry, but that nagging insecurity hung around for most of the day.
She doesn’t want to be the one being pushed around tonight.
“You,” she says, watching Wooyoung get off the couch. “Do you enjoy being a brat that much?”
“You’ve been so wound up today…” The younger girl takes a step forward, grinning. “Isn’t it nice to have someone to take it out on?”
Seonghwa swears this girl is going to be the cause for all of her headaches and the remedy.
Not gratifying her with an answer, she simply tugs at her arm, drags her to the bedroom. She waits until San is inside to close the door and locks it behind them. If Hongjoong forgot something, he’ll just have to get it himself.
“Sit on my bed.”
Wooyoung doesn’t argue. For a brief moment, Seonghwa wonders if it was that easy but of course it can’t be— Wooyoung waits for San to sit down before sinking into her lap, lips finding the freckles on the girl’s neck.
Seonghwa tsks, getting San’s attention. “You make sure she stays still.”
Turning around, she hears the shuffling of San maneuvering Wooyoung into a different position, and a muffled whine that makes San chuckle. Wooyoung must not be putting up that much of a fight.
Seonghwa keeps her toys in the top drawer, carefully hidden under a pile of folded socks. While usually not a big spender, she has a few vices, who doesn't? Fancy wine, pretty shoes, any toy that looks like it would fill her nicely…
She picks two of her favorites and does her best to hide them from view knowing her friends must be watching.
“Pick one.”
Wooyoung eyes Seonghwa’s arms suspiciously, like the way she’s holding herself will give her any hints as to what she’s choosing.
“That one.” Wooyoung juts out her chin towards Seonghwa’s left side. It’s the most she can do with her wrists in San’s firm grip.
Seonghwa can see how both girls follow her hand movements when she sets the other toy back on the dresser. San gulps at the sight of the discarded toy. It’s one of those egg toys that vibrates on both ends— perfect for slowly building pleasure. Seonghwa likes wearing it while she’s busy with other things at times, see how long she can take it before getting distracted. It does the trick for outside stimulation too and it’s a shame it didn’t get picked, it would have been fun to share with San once she was done with Wooyoung.
“Make sure she doesn’t move,” she reminds San, forcing the girl’s focus back on her girlfriend and not the toy.
San is always so obedient, it makes Seonghwa want to know what it’s like when she actually loses it. That’s a thought for another time, though. Right now, she’s enjoying the sight of her pushing Wooyoung down on her back, using the girl’s attempt to escape as an excuse to pin her hands above her head.
She’s so strong that one hand is enough to hold Wooyoung down, even with how small they are— it’s enough to make Seonghwa dizzy.
Wooyoung closes her legs when Seonghwa’s knee makes contact with the mattress, pulls them further against herself when the older girl starts moving in. Her gaze is stuck on the toy even as Seonghwa sets it down on the mattress.
Seonghwa ends up grabbing the girl’s foot, intending to grab her ankle and pull her closer. Wooyoung’s feet are adorably tiny, often disappearing in the big pants she likes to wear, and her ankle is just as small. Even through her white socks, she’s ticklish enough that the feel of Seonghwa’s long nails have her kicking out her leg and squealing.
“Behave,” San warns, although she sounds too pleased for it to be a serious threat.
“And here I was going to take my time with you…”
Closing in, Seonghwa drags her hands down Wooyoung’s sides— she avoids her chest, knowing that’s where Wooyoung badly wants to be touched. Seonghwa wants to know how far she can push this.
Her hands stop at the waistband of Wooyoug’s jeans.
Wooyoung is looking at her like a prey who knows she’s trapped. Her chest is heaving with every breath, white tank top clinging to her body in a way that’s been driving Seonghwa insane all day. She didn’t wear a bra today, and her nipples are dark enough to show every time the fabric stretches. She’s had to watch them peak into hard little nubs every time San or Seonghwa rubbed against her.
It’s really fucking hard having to ignore them.
She’s sobered up enough to make easy work of the button on Wooyoung’s jeans. She pulls down the zipper slowly, watching Wooyoung’s face change slowly at the sensation. It must not feel like much, if anything. She’s getting frustrated.
Seonghwa turns on the toy.
“What are you doing!?”
Wooyoung’s voice sounds kind of panicked, and she yelps when Seonghwa pushes the toy between her legs. She can only get it down so far at first, it’s a tight fit with Wooyoung’s legs closed. The blunt end pushes against her panties, still too high for proper contact but Seonghwa’s sure she must be feeling the vibrations all the way down.
“What does it look like we’re doing?” Seonghwa asks, her other hand petting Wooyoung’s thigh soothingly, like she’s not trying to ruin her.
“You wanted unnie’s attention, be glad she’s giving it to you.”
San’s voice is firm but soft. Seonghwa can see her fingers work under Wooyoung’s shirt, pinching her pretty tits. The movement of her arm is pushing up the thin material of the shirt, exposing the bellybutton Seonghwa has been obsessing over. Her flat tummy keeps clenching— it’s obvious she’s struggling with the sudden onslaught of sensation, when there was no foreplay.
“Just, ah-” Wooyoung gasps as the toy slips down a little between her thighs, now lodged firmly against her pussy. “W-wanted the kiss you promised, that’s all…”
Seonghwa makes a noise like she’s thinking about it. “As I recall, I’m not the only one who broke a promise today.”
Wooyoung’s loud panting fills the air, the soft buzzing off the toy not enough to cover the squelching of her pussy.
“Can you be good for me this time?”
The younger girl nods with enough force and desperation to make her tiny tits bounce. Her whole chest is heaving so fast that it makes Seonghwa wonder just how frustrated she’s been today— the poor thing.
“Cum for me and I’ll kiss you as much as you want.”
Wooyoung’s body relaxes, shamelessly rutting against the toy. She seems to have gained back her confidence now that she knows the rules of the game they’re playing, but she can’t move the way she wants— or needs, not with her jeans halfway down her thighs, trapping them shut.
Her brows furrow in concentration, making San laugh as she kisses her forehead. Wooyoung makes a small noise of frustration, a pretty drawn out moan that makes Seonghwa take pity on her. She’s so pretty. Seonghwa never thought it would be this easy.
She moves the toy so that the smaller part is pressing right against her clit, the way it would be if they were using it properly.
“Unnie, it feels so good…” Wooyoung doesn’t dare move, not when Seonghwa is holding the toy just right and San’s wet thumbs are pushing into her nipples forcefully. Seonghwa wonders if they’re already sore— Wooyoung casually mentioned how sensitive they are the other day and it’s been haunting her ever since then.
“Hah- mmh, please-” Her body tightens, toes curling in her socks. “So close…”
Seonghwa can’t believe she got Wooyoung to beg. It’s such a switch up from their usual dynamic that it makes her head spin. Trying to top Hongjoong when they were experimenting did not feel like this.
San tugs at Wooyoung’s nipples hard and she gasps, face in the pillow to cover the sounds she’s making as she cums. Her whole body is shaking, the fabric of her jeans taut around her thighs as she chases the friction. Seonghwa can see a wet spot forming on the silk fabric of her panties— they’re so slippery, she has to grip the younger girl’s hip and make sure to press the toy against her just right.
“Keep going,” San whimpers, and that’s when Seonghwa notices her hand has moved from Wooyoung’s chest. It’s resting between her legs, palming herself slowly over her jeans. Her eyes follow the movement of the pretty pink plastic that’s glistening with Wooyoung’s slick.
It is a shame that Wooyoung was covering her mouth, Seonghwa thinks. She was planning on getting payback for those three orgasms either way, and who else but San would know the best way to make Wooyoung cum?
“Huh?” Wooyoung is so cute, eyebrows pinched together, mouth hanging open. “Wait-”
She sounds increasingly panicked as the realization sets in that Seonghwa isn’t pulling the toy away at all— she’s moving it, yes, but not away from Wooyoung’s pussy. She slides the toy up and down, the downward motion making Wooyoung’s lips part with a slick sound. Would Wooyoung be loose enough to push it in with her panties still on?
“You said don’t stop, didn’t you?”
“Unnie, please…”
She grasps for anything, finding San’s hand and squeezing it hard. San brings the hand to her lips, kissing her knuckles. Wooyoung makes a noise that sounds like a sniffle.
It gives Seonghwa pause— she’s made Hongjoong cry, once, in the past, but that was prenegotiated and…
“You can still be good, right?”
Wooyoung nods, letting out a sigh of relief when Seonghwa turns off the toy and sets it down on the bed. She takes a few seconds to pull off Wooyoung’s pants properly, spreading her legs so she can sit between them. She’s soaked, a string of slick stuck to her panties when Seonghwa finally pulls them off. She doesn’t miss the way Wooyoung’s eyes shake, or the soft inhale when she pushes one of her thighs up.
“Oh, baby…” Seonghwa coos, bringing a hand down to Wooyoung’s warm cunt— she’s gorgeous, her thick lips swollen and glistening with her earlier orgasm. She’s mostly shaved, leaving only a bit of hair trimmed into a cute little heart shape, but Seonghwa can feel a slight regrowth as she touches her slowly. Why is that so hot?
Wooyoung immediately tries to scoot back when Seonghwa brings up the vibrator again, but San is still holding her. She can only go so far with her hands held above her head, wriggling her upper body but doing little to actually escape Seonghwa’s touch.
The toy is on a lower setting this time. Seonghwa runs it over her soft, tanned thighs, focusing on her lips, only occasionally dipping in to press against her clit.
“Mmm…” Wooyoung sighs, letting San kiss her and paw at her chest. It’s messy and uncoordinated, the younger girl too overwhelmed to think clearly about the kiss. She just lets San do as she pleases, sticking out her tongue, a bit of drool running down her chin.
San gives her nipples a break, although she’s still fondling her chest and pinching it— Wooyoung keeps whining every time she does it. She’s doing most of the job for Seonghwa, who turned up the intensity and is just holding the toy and letting Wooyoung roll her hips over it. Wooyoung’s eyes roll back as she speeds her movements up, the tip of the toy bumping into her clit over and over.
“Do you want to cum again? You can, but I’m not done yet,” Seonghwa warns, but Wooyoung doesn’t seem to care. She bites San’s bottom lip, grinning at the way her girlfriend pouts.
“Yes, I’m so close- can do it again,” she’s babbling, though her point gets across quite clearly. “Please, please, please…!”
She doesn’t cover her mouth this time. She keeps trembling as soft moans and gasps keep being punched out of her and Seonghwa really, really wants to know if she can make her scream next.
Three orgasms, that’s how many Wooyoung and San have given her without being able to reciprocate.
Wooyoung is so wet, her cunt puffy and red when Seonghwa pulls the toy away for a quick break. Her whole chest is red, chest and shoulders flushed but by far the worst are her tits— they’re covered in San’s love bites and red marks from all the squeezing and pinching, her nipples pebbled and tight.
San pushes Wooyoung’s hair out of her face softly, where her bangs stick to her sweaty forehead. Her cheeks are red, too, lips swollen from kissing San and biting them when San isn’t kissing her.
Seonghwa hands her the water bottle she keeps on her bedside table, watches her down half of it in big gulps.
“Well?” Wooyoung asks, preening over the two girls’ undivided attention. “Got it out of your system yet? You could- ahh!”
There’s a red handprint where San spanked her, on the underside of the thigh Seonghwa is still holding up.
“No, I don’t think so.”
“That toy goes inside too?” San eyes the pink toy Seonghwa just turned back on, ignoring Wooyoung blinking away unshed tears.
“You read my mind,” Seonghwa tells her. “Smart girl.”
The rush of power is addictive, even knowing Wooyoung is mostly letting her take, actively led her into doing something like this— she’s even making San blush.
Wooyoung starts squirming when Seonghwa angles the toy down with a clear goal in mind. The toy catches a few times, nearly going in but slipping out every time— Wooyoung just can’t stay still.
“Unnie, come on…” she urges, trying to spread her legs further. It’s not like Seonghwa isn’t trying, she just doesn’t want to hurt her…
“Stop squirming if you don’t want me to stick it in the wrong hole.”
Wooyoung’s legs close around Seonghwa’s hips in panic, but that’s not what catches Seonghwa’s attention— it’s the annoyed look she shoots San.
San who squeezed Wooyoung’s wrists without even realizing what she was doing, hurting the poor girl in the process— San who’s looking at Seonghwa’s toy with a strange look on her face, pushes her tongue out to wet her lips.
“Hurts, baby…” Wooyoung’s whiny voice finally gets San’s attention. She lets go of her wrists, taking one in her hands and rubbing at them apologetically.
“I’m sorry, let me make it up to you?”
One of San’s hands slips down Wooyoung’s torso until her fingers are pulling at the little heart shaped patch of hair between her legs. She’s watching Wooyoung’s face, looking for some sort of affirmation. She must get it if the way she spreads Wooyoung out is any indication.
Seonghwa watches her hole clench under San’s attention, forcing out a bead of slick. It travels down until it disappears between her cheeks, forcing Seonghwa to admit that while she wasn’t serious about sticking it in the wrong hole… she’s starting to see the appeal.
It’s no wonder San was so turned on by the idea.
San has rather small hands, she knows this, but her fingers are thick and they fill Wooyoung so nicely. She slides two of them in right away, Wooyoung’s legs falling open again. San might be trying to earn her forgiveness but they still have a bigger goal in mind and it’s obvious in the way she stretches her quickly, without giving her clit too much attention.
Seonghwa can’t decide who she’d rather swap places with.
“You’re good, baby.”
Wooyoung mumbles something when San pulls her fingers out, some kind of protest— it doesn’t matter because she stops as soon as Seonghwa starts pushing the toy in.
“Oh, fuck,” Wooyoung moans, throwing her head back as she clenches around the toy, thighs trembling under Seonghwa’s touch.
“Feels good, huh? This one’s my favorite.” Seonghwa hits the button on the hilt to switch to a different mode and Wooyoung almost screams. The toy is a delicate light pink, a contrast to how ruined Wooyoung looks after two orgasms. She’s so wet, her cunt so puffy and red from Seonghwa and San’s teasing.
“Y-Yeah, this one’s good, keep it…”
Seonghwa has never heard Wooyoung sound like this. Her voice is so high and breathy, and she barely makes a sound when San bends over to kiss all over her sore chest. She licks over the hard nub over and over again, flicking her thumb over the other one.
Wooyoung has one hand up, fist clenching around nothing until she wraps her palm around San’s neck. She looks like she can’t decide if she wants to push her off or keep her there. Her chest looks absolutely raw, red marks all over her little tits. They fit perfectly in San’s smaller hand when she squeezes one.
“Fuck, it’s so much…” Wooyoung sniffles again, her hips twitching uselessly.
Seonghwa doesn’t feel particularly useful either, not with the toy doing most of the work for her. She keeps it buried as deep as it can go, wiggling it slightly, knowing how good the pulsating and thrusting feels— it’s her favorite for a reason. The smaller end rests firmly against Wooyoung’s clit, vibrating.
Below Wooyoung’s heaving chest is the soft expanse of her stomach, tensing with each and every whimper. Seonghwa leans in and kisses right under her navel in the way she’s wanted to for weeks.
“You,” Wooyoung pants, lifting her head to look. “You’re obsessed with my bellybutton… worse than S-Sannie.”
San takes her revenge by biting her chest and Wooyoung yelps, softly slapping her neck where she’s been resting her hand. Seonghwa uses the distraction as an excuse to take things further, dipping her tongue into Wooyoung’s bellybutton. The taste of her sweat fills Seonghwa’s mouth.
“Oh, fuck- wait! Please-” Wooyoung sits up in a rush, nearly knocking San back. She seems genuinely upset— or maybe scared is more like it. “Take it- out, I’m serious!”
Seonghwa is more than a little concerned when she pulls out the toy and Wooyoung hisses and yelps, clenches around nothing and—
Oh.
Wooyoung is squirting. Her back arches when San brings a hand down to rub her through it, fingers slipping clumsily with how wet Wooyoung is getting. She comes in hard little spurts, made much messier thanks to San’s rough handling. She’s hiccuping a little and it’s getting all over Seonghwa’s skirt and sheets but she doesn’t care, not when Wooyoung looks this good.
I did this, the greedy part of her brain tells her.
“Sannie…” It almost sounds accusatory the way Wooyoung whines, but she hides her face in San’s chest anyway. “You made it so much worse…”
San just shrugs and rubs the younger girl’s hip softly as she comes down. Wooyoung is clearly embarrassed, still hiding her face, not saying anything— it’s like she doesn’t want to open her eyes and look at the mess she made.
“Sorry,” she finally says, eyes opening but still not looking down. “I didn’t think it would happen this ti-”
Seonghwa interrupts her with a kiss. It’s a soft peck, just enough to shut her up. It works well enough. “Don’t apologize, that was so hot.” She kisses Wooyoung again, letting the girl wrap her arms around her as she deepens the kiss.
Wooyoung giggles sweetly when Seonghwa pulls away, keeping her close. She’s smiling so hard. Her lips are kind of dry from everything they’ve been up to but they’re so soft and taste like cherry lip balm— it’s everything Seonghwa imagined it would be.
“Good?” She asks, just needing to know she didn’t actually push Wooyoung too far with that last one. She tried to listen, but it seems like even the friction from the toy being pulled out was too much.
“Are you kidding me?” Wooyoung scoffs, giving Seonghwa’s lip another peck. “You made me squirt without even trying, I’m scared to find out what else you can do if you try.”
Hearing either of them imply that it isn’t the last time always gets to her— but now it’s paired with praise, too, and that’s a bit much for Seonghwa’s heart.
“You should take care of our Sannie…”
Our.
It has a nice ring to it, even knowing Wooyoung doesn’t mean it like that.
Still laying by Wooyoung’s side, San looks at them hungrily. Seonghwa is reminded that she’s been pushing her own pleasure aside, only touching herself briefly earlier as she kept her hands otherwise occupied with Wooyoung.
Wooyoung gently nudges her in Seonghwa’s direction. She sits up, inching forward on her knees until she’s level with Seonghwa, nearly chest-to-chest. She’s still fully dressed, the loose shirt hiding most of her curves while her pants do the opposite, sitting high on her waist and hugging her hips.
“Can you take it off?”
Seonghwa pulls at the hem of San’s shirt hard enough that it comes untucked. The latter grabs it by the neckhole, pulling it off with ease and leaving Seonghwa with butterflies in her stomach.
There’s a white elastic around the bottom of San’s black sports bra. It hugs her ribcage and highlights the way her body tapers from wide shoulders to her small waist. The halter top she wore the other day left behind tan lines that bring attention to her chest and collarbone— who could blame Seonghwa for staring?
San takes off her bra, too. It’s impressive how much she can squeeze in there. Unlike Wooyoung, who will walk into Seonghwa’s apartment wearing tiny shorts and a crop top at 2am, Seonghwa hasn’t seen this much of San’s skin since… well, since that night after the club.
The image of San taking off her shirt that night has been a frequent feature in Seonghwa’s dreams. Even on that day, San had stayed fully dressed for the most part, so Seonghwa can only watch in delight when San decides to go ahead and take off her pants too.
“Oh, they match,” Seonghwa comments, reaching out to touch the elastic band of her underwear, taut around her toned stomach. The panties are black and high cut, the hem sitting just above the subtle curve of her hips.
“I know, isn’t she cute?”
Wooyoung grins from where she’s sitting, comfortably splayed across the pillows and taking slow sips from her water bottle. Her intense gaze flickers between them.
She chuckles when San starts kissing Seonghwa, like this too is some sort of competition between the two of them. Seonghwa may not be as competitive as they are but she still takes her time kissing San slow and deep with her hands on her waist. The full on makeout session that ensues is mostly for Wooyoung’s benefit.
She lets her hands slide down to San’s ass. It’s small, but so round and perky— she already knows this from many hours of staring. As tempting as it would be to squeeze it, she opts to run her long nails up the soft, sensitive skin instead, just hard enough that San can feel it.
San whines and attempts to push Seonghwa’s shirt up. They pull apart for a moment, Seonghwa helping her pull the garment off completely.
“I love this skirt on you,” San comments. Wooyoung makes a sound of approval from where she sits.
They’re staring at her stomach. Looking down, she can see the way it bulges above the tight waistband of the skirt, the way it sticks to her thighs where Wooyoung wet the fabric. This skirt has always been tight, but it’s even more form fitting after a meal and dessert.
Trying to ignore how their gazes make her feel, she slides her hand down San’s front until it meets the soft cotton of her underwear. San’s lower body is a little less squishy, more lean but just as strong. There, above the wet patch forming on the fabric, she can feel San’s pelvic bone.
Moving further south, she can not only feel how wet San already is but she can hear it, too— there’s a squelching sound when she presses down at the fabric.
“Can I?”
She waits for San’s approval before hooking a finger into the elastic and tugging the fabric aside. Wooyoung and San look very different down there— San is smooth and clean shaven, wet folds exposed even with her knees barely apart. It’s no wonder her panties are soaked already.
She’s gorgeous, so obedient with her hands curled into loose fists like she’s waiting for permission. Seonghwa touches her first, a soft swipe enough to make her fingers glisten right away.
Seonghwa expected it from the way San acts in most of their daily life, but she’s incredibly responsive and vocal. The soft moans and subtle shifts in her expression have her gaining confidence quickly. San hisses at a flick of Seonghwa’s wrist, making her pull back her hand when she realizes her nails have hurt her. San starts pouting instantly, grabs Seonghwa’s wrist to ask for more.
“You could spank her instead,” Wooyoung suggests.
While it’s not what Seonghwa had in mind, she can very much see the appeal. Perhaps she can get that toy and use it on San instead, keep the use of her hands limited to less sensitive areas of her body.
Wooyoung’s hand grabs San’s leg and slowly pulls her thighs farther apart. San just lets her, more focused on the way Seonghwa looks at her body. There’s a pretty blush on San’s cheeks that go all the way down her chest and Seonghwa watches her lift her hips slowly, sticking out her pussy.
“Do you… um, you mean…?”
San bites her lips, and Wooyoung squeezes her leg in encouragement. “I know it sounds weird, but…”
Would that… actually work? Seonghwa can’t pretend she’s never seen a video or two and questioned if it actually worked, but she always figured the girl was playing it up. She looks down at her hand, palm up, fingers still glossy with San’s slick.
“Y-Yeah, I can try.”
She kisses San first, hoping it will ease her nerves. The younger girl relaxes into the kiss, molds her body to hers. Seonghwa wonders if it feels better when San’s body is lax, not expecting the strike— or if being all wound up is part of the fun.
San jolts at the first strike, thighs closing around the offending hand, her arms around Seonghwa’s neck tightening slightly. Seonghwa lets San’s body go back to that relaxed state before bringing her palm down on her clit again, getting a similar reaction.
She can’t look down and check with how close San— she’s hiding her face in the crook of Seonghwa’s neck, panting and whining with every strike— but it feels wetter every time. She does it a few more times, until she feels San’s arms shaking around.
“Why did you stop…?”
Seonghwa kisses her, slides her hand up San’s tummy to grab a handful of her breast and squeeze.
“Unnie,” San whines, “please… more…”
As much as San is clearly getting off on this… the weight of Wooyoung’s gaze feels heavy. This feels more intense than a little overstimulation, what if she accidentally hurts San again?
“Do you want to try that other toy?”
At the mention of the toy, San looks over at the dresser where it’s still sitting, untouched.
“Oh my god, yeah- wanted to use it on you, though…”
“Be patient,” Seonghwa says, definitely not opposed to that idea— later.
She clambers off the bed quickly to grab the purple egg shaped toy, hands shaking from the sheer insanity of the situation. Seeing how the tight fabric is restricting her movements, San helps her take the skirt off before she climbs back on.
Wooyoung has rolled onto her tummy, closer to the action but still just watching— the perfect spot for naughty commentary. A part of Seonghwa is proud to have brought her to such a fucked out state, but she’s also beginning to think that San’s refractory period might be much shorter than her girlfriend’s.
“Pretty,” Wooyoung says when the skirt falls to the floor and pink, lacy panties come into view. “You both match.”
Of course Seonghwa was going to wear her prettiest matching set on the day they promised her something more.
She holds the toy to San’s stomach at first, her abs tensing at the sensation once she turns it on. She watches San’s face contort in pleasure when the toy vibrates against her nipples— watches the girl’s hand move to her dripping cunt so that she can finally touch herself.
“Did I say you could do that?”
San’s hand stills. She blinks slowly— twice. There’s a pout on her face. “I was good…?”
“You told me you’d come back to bed…” Seonghwa reminds her. She punctuates her complaint by lowering the toy, rubbing it on San’s inner thighs, everywhere but where she needs it. “...Though I suppose you did behave over dinner.”
It’s Wooyoung’s turn to pout. Maybe Seonghwa is not cut out for punishment when both of her girls are this good at puppy eyes.
“Thank you,” San pants out when Seonghwa finally presses the toy against her clit. She shudders, like she took too big an inhale for her body to process. Seonghwa can’t believe they’re letting her do this— trusting her with this. They may not be hers but all she wants is to make Wooyoung and San feel as good as possible for as long as they’ll let her.
And though that thought has her stomach twisting into knots, the feeling of Wooyoung’s lips leaving soft kisses on her shoulders brings her back to the task at hand.
“Move a little closer,” she suggests, nudging Seonghwa forward.
“Yes, you should put it between us…”
Seonghwa’s own pleasure feels fuzzy— her skin tingles with want and arousal pools between her legs and yet it feels far away, like it’s been kept out of mind so she could focus on the other two. At the same time, it feels like a simple touch would be enough to undo all of that.
The toy keeps sliding up with how wet San is getting and without Seonghwa’s hand to hold it. It takes some rearranging for it to fit comfortably between them. Wooyoung pushes the egg-shaped end inside San, who immediately clutches at Seonghwa's thighs in response— the smaller end of the toy rests on San’s clit, buzzing slow and steady as Seonghwa lowers herself on it.
San does most of the work for her, rutting up in shaky little movements, already much closer to the edge from the moment they started. Seonghwa knows how good that toy feels inside too, can only kiss San and encourage her to let go. Her panties are getting wetter by the minute, just as much from San as from herself.
Wooyoung stands behind her, watching the way their tits squish and rub against each other with every roll of Seonghwa’s hips. She keeps her hands over Seonghwa’s stomach in a way that feels almost possessive and drives her crazy.
“You can do it harder-,” San suggests, moaning louder when Seonghwa listens and starts moving her hips more aggressively. Her arms drop to her sides, sheets crumpled in her small fists as she tries and fails to blink away her tears.
Wooyoung coos at the sight. She brings a hand up to San’s face, thumb pushing down on her plush bottom lips. San obediently lets her push her mouth open and Wooyoung wastes no time pushing her thumb in.
The sounds she’s making now are simply pathetic, a perfect complement to the wetness on her cheeks.
“That’s it, you’re taking it so well, baby.”
Wooyoung’s voice makes her shiver, her lips ghosting the shell of Seonghwa’s ear— like this, she can hardly tell which of them she’s talking to.
When she has the house to herself, Seonghwa likes to take things slow. She’ll usually start herself off with an erotic novel, or thinking about… well, usually a faceless stranger, though a certain pair of neighbors have made a lot of surprise appearances in the past few weeks. She’ll tease herself until she’s desperate and needy to be filled, always finds herself reaching for one of the toys in her stash.
Wooyoung has a talent for getting her to that point of desperation outrageously fast, sometimes without even touching her. And though she’s envious of San for being the one stuffed full at the moment, she doesn’t think she needs that to be able to cum this time, not with San frantically pulling her into her lap.
She can barely hear herself over San’s sweet moans every time the toy pushes hard against her clit and the sound of skin slapping against skin.
“God, you’re so… so wet,” San whines, her sweaty forehead pressed against Seonghwa’s as she looks at the mess between their thighs. “I’m close, I’m gonna-”
“M-me too,” Seonghwa replies, doing her best to match San’s pace, chasing the heat between their legs— it’s so good, even better than the first time.
San cums first, but it only takes a few more rolls of her hips for Seonghwa to follow. She kisses her through it, wet and messy, barely coordinated enough to muffle each other’s sounds of pleasure. Wooyoung kisses along her neck and shoulders and her small tits feel so hot pressed against Seonghwa’s back— they must still hurt, San was so rough on them…
Every time it feels like the pleasure is starting to fade, Wooyoung whispers something obscene in her ear, some kind of encouragement, and another wave that feels just as strong and good hits.
“Fuck,” she whimpers, the feeling of being held and kissed and cared for makes her orgasm feel even more intense. Everything’s so hot and she feels so- full, like she needs to let go and Wooyoung’s orgasm is so fresh on her mind that she wonders if she’s close to squirting too, if she could do it with San’s help—
Not now, though, the bed is already a damp mess.
“I love holding you like this…” San whispers when they finally come down, hissing a little when Wooyoung pulls the toy out.
Seonghwa nods, wondering if they’re both thinking about that first time, when they were just hugging and she couldn’t help herself and just started humping San’s thigh— or if she’s referring to this, San laying on her side with one arm slung around Seonghwa’s body.
“I wouldn’t mind doing this more often...”
She doesn’t want to acknowledge the elephant in the room— that she still doesn’t know what this means— but she just needs to know that if they’re over it yet.
“That’s up to you,” Wooyoung says, cuddling into Seonghwa’s side with no qualms over how hot and sweaty she is. “I’ve been trying.”
“I can’t believe this is technically the third time for you,” San pouts, her voice sluggish with sleep.
It’s quiet for a minute— San’s eyes are closing, her head already sinking into the pillows. Seonghwa isn’t feeling particularly sleepy, not when the adrenaline is just starting to fade. It’s not just the sex— it’s the way they make time for her and Seeun, even for meeting Hongjoong. All of this would mean something very different if they were in a proper relationship.
Wooyoung lets out a deep sigh as she stretches, wincing when her thigh makes contact with the wet spot on the mattress. “You should probably change your sheets…”
“Next time you warn me, I can put down a towel,” Seonghwa says, trying to hold back laughter when Wooyoung climbs halfway over her to avoid the wet spot— she pauses abruptly, a look of indignation on her face.
“I tried to warn you!”
“Fine, you go shower, I’ll figure it out.”
San grumbles a little when Wooyoung tries to pull her out of bed— Wooyoung gives her a kiss for motivation, and she turns to Seonghwa expectantly. What can Seonghwa do but give in?
The feeling or familiarity lingers as she gathers up the sheets and throws them in the hamper. Hongjoong was right, she totally has a crush on them— how is she supposed to avoid catching feelings when this is how they act around her?
She dabs the mattress with one of the used sheets, thankful that most of it got on her skirt instead. For as lethargic as San was when they stepped in the bathroom, the girls sound like they’re having a rather fun time in there.
It’s hard to tell if they’re just showering or if they’re having sex in there when all she can hear is muffled bribes of conversation and laughter. She’s tempted to walk up to the door and find out but it’s none of her business what Wooyoung and San do together, is it?
She sits on her freshly made bed, resigned to wait until they come back to cuddle her. It will be fine whether they tell her what they were up to or not. After all, she did this to herself.
She’s the one who offered them a shower knowing full well what might go down in there, let herself hope that Wooyoung and San’s flirting might mean something more.
The door to the bathroom opens, though the water is still running.
“Do you need help with anything?”
“It’s okay, I’m all done!” Seonghwa hopes her voice sounds the same as usual. There’s a moment of silence before she hears San call out to her from the bathroom again, more hesitant this time.
“You won’t come in?”
…Haven’t they noticed how small her bathroom is?
Seonghwa pushes the bathroom door fully open only to be greeted with a very naked San. She’s dripping all over her tiles, but that hardly matters when her hair is wet and pushed away from her face, bringing all the attention to her dark eyes and pretty freckles.
She breaks into a smile once she sees Seonghwa standing in the doorway with her arms crossed, dimples on display on her wet cheeks.
Wooyoung pulls the curtain open and gestures at her to come in.
“You’re being ridiculous,” Seonghwa says, followed by nervous laughter. She knows they’re just teasing her and yet she’s falling for it again.
“What, already sick of seeing us naked?” Wooyoung’s head pops out of the shower after San steps back in.
“There’s no space in there!”
Wooyoung just shrugs. She watches Seonghwa take off her bra, then her panties, her expression enough to make Seonghwa clench again.
They crowd her when she steps in, Wooyoung’s skin damp and warm when she hugs her. She looks smaller like this, wearing nothing but San’s marks. She has to tilt her head to kiss Seonghwa.
It’s San’s turn to get her wet, pressing against her back. Her long hair tickles Seonghwa’s shoulders when she leans forward. Seonghwa shivers as Wooyoung deepens the kiss, lightly pulls her bottom lip between her teeth.
“It’s cold,” she whines. “Let me stand over here at least.”
San’s hands are on her hips as she guides both of them back, until the spray of the shower head is hitting Seonghwa’s back pleasantly.
“We’ll always make space for you,” San assures her, kissing her shoulders before handing Wooyoung a familiar bottle.
Wooyoung squeezes out a tiny glob of shampoo into her palm and rubs her hands together. There’s a crease between her brows, the one that appears whenever she’s focused on something— or someone.
“You’re starting to fade a little…” Her fingers dig into Seonghwa’s scalp, lathering the shampoo dutifully. “I think Yeosang left you some pink, let’s do that tomorrow night.”
When Seonghwa opens her eyes, Wooyoung’s head is tilted up again, staring at her so adoringly that she can only look away.
“You can stay as long as you want, just don’t make my sink pink again.”
Wooyoung laughs at her words, that squeaky sound that only comes out when she’s absolutely delighted. She wraps her arms around Seonghwa’s waist, waits until San is done rinsing out the shampoo so she can rest her head on her chest.
“I like you a lot,” San says, and Seonghwa hopes Wooyoung can’t hear the violent shift in her heartbeat.
If she does, she doesn’t say anything. The girl only nuzzles further into Seonghwa’s chest while San soaps up her back, rubbing slow circles into her lower back. She’s too tired to start anything, but—
Seonghwa turns her head when San starts massaging her ass. The girl’s expression could be described as many things: satisfied, guilty, definitely not remorseful.
“Hey, now…”