the blog is closed. this is my last thank you and some explanations ;(
hi, I don't expect everyone to remember me after so long, but for those of you who care and maybe are still waiting: I've read your suggestions and feedback on my inbox, and I've tried to push and write to at least finish my only ongoing series, but somehow... It just didn't work. I wish I was the sort of creative person who sits down and can get everything they want at least done no matter what, but I personally am this very nitpicky girl who needs to be inspired and to have her mindset shifted just right to create and be happy with her creative work. It´s not happening because I feel way too far from my past writing voice that I used to have here :( I'm sorry to leave it like this
it honestly feels bittersweet to say these things. from a personal point of view, it feels great to have changed, because my life is so much better than it was 4, 5 years ago, when I started posting here. at that time, I had a lot of feelings inside of me and I was feeling so lonely, because the only person I had in my life was my ex, we had a toxic relationship, and that relationship was on the verge of its millionth breakdown. just a little after I started posting here, we broke up, and surprisingly for me, it was definite that time. from that description I imagine you can tell it was a relationship based off of emotional dependency with lots of back and forth, and while in the present I'm extremely glad it ended, I went through hell at that time.
I was an avid fanfic reader for years already but reading alone didn't satisfy me when everything started crumbling, so I wrote and posted here, mostly to feel comfort from my own works and to connect and interact with other people. I'm extremely grateful to this blog and I'm saddened to ¨officially" close this chapter, even though it came from a dark place, I miss parts of the person I used to be writing here and interacting with you guys. I miss the excitement after hitting post and your feedback and the joy. it was just a short period, maybe about one year, of writing constantly and after that I tried to come back whenever I felt a sparkle of inspiration with the drafts left behind.
this whole experience played a huge part on my healing process, and maybe I wouldn't be here if weren't for it? who knows, but for sure it would have been way harder without having this corner of the internet to myself.
for a short lived blog, I'm extremely shocked that it went just over 100 followers with some posts reaching more than 100 notes, a particularly naughty one reaching over 300... thank you! it makes me so happy. my only regret is that I was extremely insecure with my writing, and I didn't need to be. just recently I reread everything. the numbers weren't this high when I was active but I'm pretty sure I would still give myself a fair amount of criticism even if it was.
to end on a positive note, I always look back at the past regretting not being gentler to myself but I've been working towards a future where I won't have such feelings anymore.
it wouldn't be fair to not have a post on this blog reaching out and thanking two huge inspirations: @gominiljido and @byulsgrease, and both a huge inspiration and great friend: @coffeemoods... hats off to you guys, for every fic of yours I loved and every conversation we shared.
this blog is linked to my personal acc so if any of you feel like reaching out to talk or sending a question, feel free to! I can promise I'll check my inboxes here from time to time or just open this to read some fics. I'm down for reminiscing all of the time.
in case we don't talk, have a great life!
Let's play rock paper scissors all night
It's fine, I'll let you win
moonbyul x fem!reader — contains smut; overall pwp.
sub!mb. overestimulation. no other cws.
380 words. minors dni.
The straps of Byulyi's outfit are neatly tied at her abs with a delicate lace just over her belly button. Your hand is under its thin fabric, feeling it tightening and loosening over your fingers as her breathing rhythm stays ragged. It poses a weak resemblance to how her inner walls once clenched on your digits — what's left of that now sticks to her stomach, on a trail that accuses you of contouring Byulyi's ab muscles with her own juices.
Her unintelligent and whispery requests bring a smile to your lips. On a usual day, Byulyi has a way with words, unless under your spell.
"Any trouble with saying something, huh? What you wanna tell me, babe?"
Instead of speaking, she simply holds your hand and slides it down to the place that just got the most attention from you. Your fingers merely ghost past her folds — enough to elicit a shy moan from the rapper's mouth.
Even the slightest increase in pressure against her vulva seems too much at this point. Her face contorts, but the sounds she makes are from pleasure. "Cute," you whisper, moving closer to her core, making sure that your warm breath is felt against it, "so sensitive because of me."
Two digits slip into her without a hint of friction, and Byulyi has no time to think before your tongue joins in stimulating her clit. Even though she seems like in a dazed state, her hip movements meet your thrusts halfway. Eyes widened, mouth agape with no sound coming out of it — until a loud ah is let out accompanied by a flood that soaks your palm.
You gasp against her intimacy, mouth letting her personally know just how much you appreciate her efforts. Because Byulyi has earned it, you allow her to ride out the remaining climax with a tender passing of your tongue throughout her labia and clit, sweetly devouring every drip she gives you.
Upon getting up, the vision escalates from her abs, which contract and relax as Byulyi gasps for air, to her head that faces up, eyes lost in the ceiling. While not knowing that you're looking, she mouths an I love you and smiles lopsidedly.
You mouth it back, knowing she won't see it either.
a/n: I'm terribly rusty, but I wanted to read/write sub!byul for a while. hope you enjoyed. xx
hi! it's been a while.
there's a lot for me to get to, requests wise and things that I want to write about! maybe I'll talk about my absent time someday. in the mean time, why don't you guys tell me what youd like to see more in the upcoming months here? be it new requests, ideas, continuations to ongoing series or single fics...
also. I won't end this post without thanking you all for the support. I wasn't online to see it in real time but the blog grew a lot and my stories were seen and read by so many more people. welcome! and thank you
cheesy
solar x reader. 1k words of angst and facing consequences. yes, continuation is here over a year later! read under the cut. warning: I don't want minors reading my contents.
part 1 in this series
previous series: midnight celebration - part 1 - part 2
"You both know why you're here."
The security girl fidgeted with her fingers, avoiding looking at you two from her seat near the CEO.
Yes, you knew as soon as you stepped into the meeting room with Solar. Realization poured into you like the rainstorm outside, big windows showing a darkening sky with lightning in the distance. The company got fancier with your hard work; that was the truth. During debut times, you'd be oblivious to the outside climate since it used to be settled in a modest basement. There were no cameras around, too — so upper management was also oblivious to the inside climate. Completely unaware of any mishappenings between Solar and you taking place at the practice rooms.
"For formalities sake, for the record," he said while turning his chair around, remote control in hand to close off the blinds, "let's go over it. From the start. Have a seat, please."
Solar sat down first. You felt an uneasiness crumbling up your throat as you finally acknowledged her presence there. She walked by your side the whole time, yet, since your last kiss, you treated her like a ghost — not looking, avoiding being near. Keeping your head down. You approached it as a way to save your energy to tenfold interact and put on a friendly face once promotions begin.
Was it smart, considering you'd been caught? Probably not, and you could hear Solar going on about it inside your head — "We could've come up with a plan, we could've planned what to say" — but instead it just solidified your current behavior. You wouldn't bear her treating your feelings like a work matter ever again, albeit it being the rational course of action.
Just let me be the selfish one, for once.
"Hey," she called up to you, breaking the silence, saying your name in a lower tone. Solar made an effort to accompany the direction of your gaze, eventually locking both in the same place. "It'll be okay. Come on. Sit down too."
You widened your mouth, "What...?" not understanding a thing. Her tone and her sweet demeanor seemed so foreign. You watched Solar, expecting to find the same old traces of nervousness, regret, and anger, but none of it showed while she calmly poured water on an empty cup and slid it in front of the chair you were supposed to sit on. By her side.
"What the hell, Solar..." you whispered, pulling the chair to sit down. It was hard to keep your eyebrows from frowning when her affection finally came, just when you least expected it. Or wanted it.
The thunderstorm outside was loud but not enough to prevent you from hearing the CEO's frustrated sigh. The papers next to him resembled the contract you signed years ago, but you didn't dare stare at it to confirm.
"There's no use in denying anything here, I must warn you. It was sufficient damage to our trust already that you two hid this from us," he said, eyes going from Solar to you and you-to-Solar nonstop. "To guarantee that, let's hear from the security camera's person. What were your findings, Byulyi?"
She put her hand on her chest as if to defend herself from an accusation, "I-I-I-I didn't find it, I just gave their manager the footage when he demanded it..."
"Ahem, right, you didn't snoop on them. Just say what was on your monitor. What the cameras recorded when these two were alone in the practice room."
"Well, kissing. And arguing. Then, crying." Byulyi spoke with pauses and mouthed a sorry when the CEO diverted his eyes from her to Solar and you.
"We can't afford a crisis just before a comeback. Doing his job, your manager realized the change in behaviour after that one practice session and went after the footage," he explained. "So, save my time here. You're not denying it, are you?"
You gulped. It felt like instinct to deny since, after all, you denied even your own feelings related to her. But the words couldn't come forward this time around.
"No," Solar said with an unshakable ease. "It's true. All of it. And there's more to it than what you saw on camera."
Under the table, Solar grabbed your hand and pressed it. She was scared, you supposed, despite her attitude. Scared you might open up with a different story, ruining whatever cold plan she came up with to save her skin. You could see where that was going; you imagined she wouldn't deny it and would proceed to throw you under the bus.
Would she be wrong, though? You were the only one who cared. Who cultivated pointless feelings. If someone was to blame and suffer the consequences, it probably should be you.
But there's nothing more to it, you thought, and would've said if brave enough to, because you never wanted anything to do with me, Solar.
"Okay, more than that? Are you saying it's a relationship, Yongsun?" the CEO asked. "Even in office jobs you would report this sort of thing to HR, you know. Pff," he scoffed.
"I meant more feelings wise," Solar explained. A single tear rolled down your cheek while your hand felt lighter as your fingers escaped her grip. "Not a relationship. No, I'm too stupid for that. I've just been dragging this situation along and don't deserve to be with her."
He crossed his arms at his chest. "Look, I'm not here to hear your drama. Just tell me what is this that you two have exactly."
You looked at Solar, unexpectedly finding out that she'd been crying in silence just like you.
"We have nothing. I like her and that's all, it's irrelevant if she likes me back or not. Heck, I'm not even sure if she does or not." It seemed like she would say more, but the tears got in the way. Byulyi, who seemingly wanted nothing to do with the situation, appeared to be emotional too.
The CEO was the only one with a dry face.
"You just said it's irrelevant if she likes you back or not. Let's get to the point."
"Yes yes, I'm just reaffirming — she has nothing to do with it. As the leader I should've known better than being so unprofessional. The punishment should be on me and accordingly to what's expected of my position."
"So? You're both adults and I watched the footage. It didn't seem like an one-sided thing as you're painting it to be."
Solar sighed. The tip of her fingers found your hand again and caressed it.
"I'm just saying that —" she stopped to dry her tears "— if you're planning on cancelling our contracts, cancel mine. Only mine."
The surprise, the confession, the sacrifice she'd put herself up for because of you. The overwhelm in emotions made you a bit sick for just thinking the opposite, struggling to find the words to stop Solar from what she was trying to do.
The papers on top of the desk, supposedly your contracts, seemed to be growing in size as the CEO's fingers tapped on them. When his eyes diverted from it to you, you knew there was no need to say anything else.
to be continued...
a/n: y'all, after all this time I'm gonna let you hanging! sorry. for those of you who requested it (you know what), next part will have all of it :3
a/n: welp this has been sitting here for a few months and I can't remember the plot I had in mind for it 💀 I kind of it like and it seems like I had big plans for it! maybe I will continue it someday. rn I just wanna organize my drafts so this is getting posted to not be deleted. ;)
if you have any ideas on how I could continue it, send me an ask! story is under the cut.
Hyejin's job was to stay behind the library counter, be responsible for the register, verify students' book loan debt. The ultimate boring stuff in a place without many fun possibilities. You could call a workday thrilling if you needed the ladder to organize one of the ceiling-height wooden bookshelves. At least, contrary to Hyejin, you got to feel the core of the library, to touch a book's spine, clean the dust off of it. To help people find what they wanted to read.
Well, that was: if your coworker was around. Hyejin was a veteran, familiar with the library, knew nooks and corners that you'd probably never find out. Sometimes she'd hid to do God-knows-what and only show up at the end of her shift. That meant the counter duties would fall on your shoulders for the day.
The name of the girl in front of you falls from your lips in a murmur, "Jung Wheein." You flip her library card in one hand, barcode scanner on the other, once again aligning the numbers on the back with the red light. It doesn't elicit the usual sound; the pop-up window doesn't show, the computer's wallpaper stays still, unresponsive. Green hills and a blue sky stuck in a time past.
"I'm sorry, the system is a bit unstable today." You greeted the girl with the same excuse you gave to anyone who stepped close to the counter. Students were usually impatient to check out of the library, so you'd become defensive in advance. It wasn't your fault the equipment was slow.
"Did you say my name before?" the girl asked when you started manually typing the code. Her head was over the pile of books she picked, chin resting on top of her hands. Curious eyes observing what you were doing.
You stuttered, "Oh? Did I?"
"I'm sure I heard it."
0-6-1-9. You enter the last four digits as your fingers staggeringly work past the gaze that lingers on them. Jung Wheein. The name echoes in your head as you form an excuse.
"Just, uh, repeating what I read," you justify, "here," waving her library card in your hand.
A sigh is her response. Disappointed? You fix your eyes at the never-ending loading screen; the system is, indeed, unstable today. It's like you called it.
very late on my promise to answer asks qq sorry ;( but it's all under the cut
(cake anon is talking about this fic)
noooo tyty ;) once again sorry for all the delays! hope you have an amazing 2022 ahead of you 💛 your requests are always nice to write, ty for sticking around
from easiest to hardest:
1. mb / 2. solar / 3. wi / 4. hs
but tbh I have yet to explore different genres, there's very few fics posted here... so it's up for changes. Hwasa is the member that is the most similar to me personality wise so I tend to be more exigent with myself when writing her too
hiya coffee ;)
these days it is: family and friends / my cats / the fact that I'm getting healthier / cooking for my loved ones / uni finally answering my application 🙃 got accepted! currently celebrating and am a bit drunk typing these answers 🥳
INTP, some time ago it was INFP. It's always one of these two for me 🤨 what's yours, anon(s)?
wheein's current mbti obssession, could you get a story out of it? it's such a random request, feel free to ignore it if you want :p
wi x reader. no cws, just cheesy fluff :3 non-idol au. ***ggomo's not on it, I just happened to pick this photo bc it's suitable***
The first snow
Wheein murmured distractedly, "I like having my own space," randomly remarking points about her personality while taking an MBTI test on her phone.
Her own space. This sentence attracts your attention because Wheein's never clingy, although she always makes herself close. Intimate enough to, even, share a blanket and sit cross-legged on the couch, facing you. The proximity of your faces doesn't cause her to retract, breaths warmingly mingling, as if it was so to fight off the cold of the winter. A silence falls as serene as the snow outside, the window behind you showing gray rooftops turning white.
"Hey," you called out after a while. "So, what's the new personality?"
"Huh?" Wheein looked confused. Her mind had been far away, eying the dotted landscape as a pointillism painting in process. Inattentively observing, she came closer, voice reverberating in your skin.
"MBTI," you said, tilting your head at the coffee table where she left the phone.
"It changed from I to E. The rest is the same," Wheein explained. "Crazy, ain't it?"
There was both casualty and fascination to her voice. Eventually, you lost track of Wheein's long personality record, a new one coming after the other, some repeating in between.
"Why do you keep retaking the test?" you asked, driven by curiosity. "Doesn't it defy its purpose."
The questioning doesn't annoy her as you supposed. Eyes still outside, her fingers entertained themselves with the blanket covering your legs. "Why'd think that?"
"After a few times, wouldn't you be picking different answers... Just because?" you wondered.
Wheein mischievously squinted her eyes at you, lips curling up in a faint smile. "To always be the same person can become quite boring."
Some things seemed certain to you, though — I and F were typical of Wheein's nature. (F)eelings would clog up in (i)ntroversion until they were too much, bluntly finding a way out of her.
"I like to think that I can be a different version of me every day. A better version," she emphasized, puppy eyes looking at the ceiling. "Or maybe, on days like today, I'd just rather pick what I aspire to be."
"I to E. That means..."
"More forward," she said, laughing dryly in irony. "I'd like to be more forward."
The reaffirming sentence lacked humor, unlike the first one. Wheein's gaze came down, lingering on your lips, contemplating how close they were, yet not acting on such fact. Her own space, so preserved, could translate into the gap she refused to come forward to close.
"But you're too comfortable with where you are," you affirmed after a brief moment of silence. If it was pride to be on the table, yours would be greater than hers, even if it meant swallowing down the lump desire created in your throat.
"I wish I was," Wheein retorted, tone suggestive of taking the commentary as a challenge, "but, uh. You're sort of blocking the view."
Behind your shoulder, out the window, the snow continued to fall. It was progressively taking away the few colors a big city could have.
"What kind of art could a scene like that represent?" she asked while you looked. Wheein's sweet voice came accompanied by her pinky enlacing yours.
"I have no idea," you said. "The artist is you."
"Anyone can do art. Don't be so grumpy."
Then just a pinky evolved to your hand being taken by hers. If your fingers became intertwined, it couldn't simply be an insistence for you to talk.
"It's like the scenery is turning into a white canvas. But I guess it'd be the opposite of doing art," you concluded, turning to see Wheein again. Her eyes were glowing with something unknown to you.
"Opposite... Much to the contrary. It's the first snow of the year."
Wheein slowly leaned forward and nuzzled into your embrace. Faces close together, rubbing with minimal movement, the softness of her skin against yours. Your mouth stopped right next to her ear, so when you asked, "What's special about the first one?" she couldn't hold out a soft sigh.
"It's a new season. New things, new beginnings," Wheein said, swallowing at the end, still affected. "If you think art, a white canvas as you said — that's the start of art. If you think us..."
She withdrew from the embrace, making room to look at you while her hands — fingers at the back of your neck, thumbs holding your jaw — maintained your face in place. Wheein blinked slowly like a cat showing affection, a dimple appearing with the smile that spread across her adorable features. So much cuteness had you lightly squeezing Wheein's waist, to which she warmly giggled, mouth right next to yours.
"Could it be a start for us too?" she sweetly asked but couldn't wait for an answer. Clogged up feelings were freed in a kiss, Wheein's sudden bluntness making it all so evident. Your teeth initially collided, tongues battling for dominance until finding a pace that suited both, slow and intense, exploring each other's mouth for the first time. You sucked on her lower lip upon releasing, grinning when that elicited a moan into the end of the kiss.
"I imagined this as less clumsy," Wheein whined while breathing heavily. "Sorry."
"Our start could count after a second one, if you prefer," you suggested, complying with her idealizations.
In the future, you'd obviously tease Wheein for it, leading her to shut your mouth with not just any kiss, but a perfect one. Right now, all your mind could think of was the entire season awaiting you, with the chance to build something to last for many of them.
solar x reader (r! as solar's makeup artist). some level of intimacy is implied. no cws. sub!yong, in a way, but just suggestive. 600~ words.
It's adorable, but you can't avoid looking down. Yongsun's abs make themselves known as she laughs, puffy round cheeks adorning her face, a dimple dotting each one. Not that staring at her lips, close to the heat irradiating from her face, was something easy to give up on.
"If you don't stay still, I won't-"
"I can apply lipstick on myself, look," she cuts you off, giggling while grabbing your hand that holds the tube and pushing it forward. The red tint smears on the right corner of her mouth and goes down in a straight line to her chin.
You step aside, allowing Yongsun a clear view of her actions result in the mirror behind you.
"Unnie. You'll be late to go onstage," you sigh, quickly grabbing a tissue from the makeup counter. She crosses her arms and moistens her lips as you come closer once again.
"A couple more minutes of you with me," Yongsun says with a cunning smile. "Just happy accidents."
"You're not a complainer, are you?" you ask, thinking neither am I. Momentarily forgetting the task at hand. Gently tapping on the stain with the tissue, minimizing the damage on the once almost finished makeup, had this warming effect on you. As if it was more personal than simply being your job.
Yongsun shakes her head in response, expression turning serious as her eyes leave yours to linger down. Her gaze darkens for some reason, and she shakes her head again as if it could send whatever thoughts away.
It's typical Yongsun's stubbornness, you figure. Your thumb keeps her chin in place, commanding with a close to stern, "Stay still."
After that, she just sighs and goes quiet, making you wonder if it crossed a line. As to amend the mood, you make sure to inform her of the next step: applying some foundation to cover the smeared lipstick. "It'll be quick," you assure, looking at the clock on the wall. There was still time.
"No need to rush," Yongsun says as you turn around to grab the necessary items from the counter. A lower, softer tone takes over her voice as she proceeds, "I'll be a good girl now."
"O...kay," you stutter. That couldn't be mistaken for anything else, and the vision on the mirror just adds more fuel to the unexpected rush of heat rising from your core. Your eyes take their time staring at the reflection of her defined abs, hands inattentively rummaging the counter's drawers. Until your fingers grab the shape of what you're looking for.
Yongsun walks up to you this time, and she only stops when it's almost too close. Hands at your waist, breathing audibly, her strong perfume overtaking the makeup smell. Her lips up close are, suddenly, just a mere detail amidst everything. She whispers, "Take your time," when catching you eyeing the clock. Yes, she demanded full attention — to the task at hand or, either, to herself.
"And done," you declare with a last delicate touch on her chin. Thankfully, it blends in perfectly with the foundation applied before. "Now, the lipstick... Where did I put it?"
"It's okay, I'll handle that. Thank you," Yongsun says, bowing and stepping aside after releasing your waist. She finds the tube on top of the counter and drags it across her lips, taking less than a minute. The precise movement makes her look incredibly hot.
"Now it seems pointless that you keep asking me to do it for you."
Yongsun widens her eyes and points her puffy red lips forward, making a face. Sexiness and silliness coexist within the same person, like that. You smile involuntarily.
"Your mistake. I'm actually making a point now," she says, tone suggesting it'll stay as it is, unexplained. Your puzzled look plays a part in her amusement. "Welp, duty calls. Will you be free later on?"
moonbyul x sub!fem!reader
contents: fluff; after-sex smut; a tiny bit of body worship.
430 words. this contains +18 content, minors please dni.
Her voice was even lower in the mornings.
Byul's husky tones, once commanding and stern, now crooned sweet words in your ear as you rode out your high on her fingers. The last shock wave had your body trembling, core throbbing with wetness squishing out of you as Byul slowly removed her digits.
"You 'kay?" she asked softly, pressing her body against your back. Fingers coated with slick caressing your waist. The marks from her rough handling were there; touch careless in helping you push back onto her so the thrusts could reach deeper.
"Uh-uh," you murmured against the pillow, shaking your head in denial. "You made me cum so hard."
I know. Byul didn't vocalize it, but her smugness was very clear: gripping at your skin when hearing the words, spreading the juices that remained in her hand. She certainly smirked against your neck before planting that kiss behind your ear.
"Need me to get you something? Want breakfast?"
The contrast in her tone and actions had you sighing softly.
"What time is it? I'd prefer to have lunch," you said, turning in your back to face her. Your body felt deprived of energy, so you craved a full meal instead.
"Still way too early for that." Byul had her lopsided smile while cupping your face in her hands. "What, 'thought you had lasted that long?"
"Byulyi..."
"Now that's unheard of," she whispered mockingly and then gave a peck in your pouted lips. "I'm just kidding, love. You did so well..."
She wasn't lying, though. But you blamed her for never being able to hold out your climax. Byul pushed the right buttons and loved the way you came undone under her, proud of her handiwork with your body.
"... so, so pretty for me."
And you, particularly, loved how she quickly would give up on teasing you. Byul was way too mesmerized by you to keep her jokes going, eyes moving like they wanted to own your entire being.
"Breakfast, then," you said, taking pleasure in awakening her from her daze. "Will you bring it here?"
"Hm. I guess you deserve breakfast in bed today." Byul spoke unaffectedly, sizing up your body one last time before getting up.
You attentively watched until she turned the corner after passing the doorframe, heading for the kitchen. Byul's large clothes always piqued an extra curiosity for what hid beneath, no matter how much you had explored her body already.
"Byul-ah?" you shouted. "Bring some water too, please?"
You cleared your throat, surprised at how dry it suddenly became.
ao3 link — 마마무 masterlist
a/n: it's been a while 👀 it's short and not a lot but I hope you liked it.
Hwasa x reader — 650ish words
contents/cw: fluff; just hyejin being a caring gf; suggestive content (nothing explicit); alcohol mentions.
request:
Hiii 🍰 anon back again! I thought I’d drop requests since your box is still thankfully open - I have two vastly different ones though so please feel free to just take one so someone else can request something else if you prefer? The first is slightly drunk hyejin wanting cuddles and maybe turning into something smutty ?? Hehe i rewatched mmm’s windflower tipsy live recently and drunk!hyejin is so cute and touchy and cuddly and it gave me feels.
a/n: hmmm, couldn't bring myself to write the full on smut this time — maybe on a part 2 if anyone wants it? I've been struggling a lot to write these days, you can tell by my absence here smh. anyway this one is going to be CHEESY y'all. I'm way too soft for hyejinnie these days.
*자기 can be romanized as "jagi" — a nickname for couples, it means sweetie/baby/or similar.
"자기... Ah, Hyej. I said you didn't need to wait for me."
The frustration in your voice was directed at yourself, not her. It had been a long night of work for you; Hyejin looked just as tired, and it was her day off. Add guilt for that last bit into the mix, and you're in for ending the day on an awful note.
"I lost track of time. Blame's on the beer," Hyejin says, chin pointing towards the two cans on the bedside table. Her tipsy voice drowns in a yawn at the end of the sentence — you, involuntarily, mirror the action.
She sits upright against the headboard, trying to force the sleepiness away. You join her on the bed, getting surrounded by the warmness of all the soft pillows and blankets. Well, kudos to Hyejin for still being awake. On a winter night, such coziness can't be any less inviting for doing the opposite.
"So you didn't wait just to sleep cuddling with me, hm?" you probe, blinking affectedly. It feels like torture to your heavy eyes, begging to be shut for once.
"Didn't you just say that I didn't need to, hm?" she counters.
"Well, since you're here anyway, I wouldn't say no to the ego massage," you joke, flashing her your playful smile.
A little sloppily, Hyejin pulls your closer by your arms. You flinch when her fingers bury into your skin, expecting pain, but she's not wearing fake nails as usual. More delicately, her fingers knead upwards, reaching your shoulders and going as far as the nape of your neck. "But you could better use a massage here, don't you?" Hyejin asks lightly. "So tense, baby."
The silence that follows relieves more stress than any rant you could've gone on about the day. You lean closer, resting your head on her chest while her fingers work to ease the tension from your body. The sound of Hyejin's heartbeat in tandem with her steady breath rhythm is like a sweet lullaby.
"Hey, no need to relax this quickly," she whispers, thumbs holding your jaw to lift your face. "I can do this all night."
Your vision is blurred, yet you can still sense her eyes searching for yours, who struggle to stay open. Hyejin is patient, though, and smiles when your gazes finally lock together. Your face is brought closer by her hands, and then that smile dissolves while crashing against your lips. The kiss tasted just like the alcohol she drank before; you chase it as if you're trying to get drunk.
"Oh, and about that question of yours —" Hyejin starts, attention descending to your neck, alternating between pecks on it and gentle sucks. "— I really didn't wait just to cuddle."
She keeps on working you up at that agonizingly slow pace, refusing to leave big marks or kiss your skin deeply despite your whimpers in protest. The spots marked by Hyejin's mouth are of a faint pink color, already threatening to fade away. She feels the urge to pull back and stop, admiring that beauty while there's still time.
"Hmph, let me get this out of the way already," you grunt, rolling your eyes. Your fingers reach for the hem of your sweatshirt, trying to pull it over your head. Hyejin stops you midway, conveniently letting it bunch under your armpits, your bra in display for her.
"Did I tell you to do anything?" she asks, eyes wandering at the newly uncovered skin. Her voice doesn't waver, but she fails at faking disappointment.
"Well, you're not exactly doing much," you answer, annoyance evident in your tone. Hyejin holds your hands before you try to remove another piece of clothing, gently placing kisses on them.
"You've worked hard today," she says calmly. "Now it's my turn to do the same," eyes on yours at each word that leaves her lips.
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