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Joohyun is a replacement for Yongsun but Byulyi sometimes wonders who she's replacing.
“It’s pretty right?”
Byulyi is sitting in a deserted coffee shop with Joohyun, watching the other woman unwrap her birthday gift. They try not to be too sentimental about their relationship with each other but it had been going on for two years at this point. The longest lasting relationship Byulyi had ever had with another woman.
Joohyun carefully pulls the paper away from the beige box, her fingers assured as they neatly fold the wrapping paper into a precise pile next to her porcelain coffee cup. Byulyi liked that about Joohyun. She was neat to nearly the point of being neurotic, constantly dabbing things with her on the go Tide pen or meticulously rearranging books haphazardly flung into bookshelves.
Yongsun would just fling her head back at a mess, grinning with a careless laugh at her own clumsiness.
“It’s a blouse,” Joohyun observes calmly, primly placing the top of the box to one side. She reaches out a hand and slides two fingers down the buttons of the front of the light purple button-down.
“Yes. I thought it would look nice on you. And you said that purple was your favorite color.”
Joohyun’s face pinches at the comment and she puts the cover back on the present. With a gentle push she slides it back to Byulyi.
“I don’t want this.”
Byulyi’s eyes widen. This behavior isn’t exactly the kindest but she and Joohyun aren’t quite friends or lovers. They’re much more practical than that.
She takes the box without question, stuffing it into her bag.
“What should I get you instead then? It’s your birthday after all, Unnie.”
Joohyun pulls her gaze from the table, looking at Byulyi like she’s trying to focus but she just can’t.
“Unnie. Did I do something wrong?”
Joohyun smothers her feelings with a soft pillow, never quite giving away her thoughts despite Byulyi’s whinniest needling. Her anger simmers and never boils. She faces her inner demons with her back and eyes resolutely staring in the opposite direction.
It would be maddening if Byulyi were in love with her. Although she does appreciate not having to duck a cereal box thrown her way.
“Purple is my favorite color. But it’s also her color.”
Byulyi tilts her head in confusion and the glassy look in Joohyun’s eyes disappears to clarity. It’s the sharpness that she never shows the cameras, that reveals that the beautiful doll thrown into cf after cf has a brain and bite to match.
“Get me the same shirt in blue. I think that sort of gift from you would suit me better.”
Byulyi chuckled at the shameless command, sitting back in her chair with a smirk.
“You really enjoy bossing me around.”
“You enjoy taking it.”
They both smile for a bit before taking sips of their drinks, their silence becoming contemplative.
