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@jangnyeo sent 'you feel incredible.' to doctor gako
Oh, my God. Nagako's going to have to sanitize her office, or something. Increasingly, she's finding herself in these situations, and it's always Sunhee who's on the other end of it. The edge of her desk digs into her stomach as she leans over it. With Sunhee pressed against her back and her hand between her legs, all the doctor can manage is a white-knuckled grip on the wood and a decidedly helpless whimper.
@jangnyeo sent [ TXT ] : if i told you i missed you, would you say it back or leave me on read?
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[gako] : do you miss me, unnie?
[gako] : oooooh sun-channnn you miss me so badddd
[gako]: im on a lot of people's minds, don't worry. your secret's safe with me
@jangnyeo from here.
[text: 4:01AM DELETED] your eomma called me. is everything okay?
[text: 4:05AM DELETED] i'm worried about you.
[text: 4:20AM DELETED] can things go back to the way they were?
[text: 6:40PM] thanks. you too.
[text: 6:42PM] where are you? we haven't talked in a while.
[text: 6:43PM] you guys did amazingly. really pulled through with the choreo this time.
@jangnyeo sent 「 MASSAGE 」
It's absolutely Nagako's fault, because she had allowed Sunhee to get this close. She has such a way of inching herself beneath Nagako's skin just enough to make her give in, at least for a second.
Sunhee is absolutely diabolical with her massages. She's so solid behind Nagako that her presence is unmistakable. It's impossible not to relax like this. Every inch of Nagako's shoulders are like stone, she knows, she can feel it—but Sunhee digs her thumb just right, and the knot releases all at once.
"Fuck," Nagako exhales sharply, her voice low. She immediately freezes up, heat rushing to her face. "Uh—sorry. Sorry. That one was just... bad."
Good. Really good.
Jesus, is she this pent up?
@jangnyeo sent, ' when can i see you again? ' for doctor gako from sunheeeeee
It's a home call, this time, to the farm. Surprisingly, Nagako's been seeing much less of any of the Kim family. Were they finally taking care of themselves? Taking the precautions they should be?
The answer is... sort of. Sunhee still has a nasty gash along the length of her calf. It does require stitches, which Nagako does quickly and efficiently, even while worry tugs at her heart. Sunhee's question comes when no one is around. Nagako smirks a little, but focuses on finishing the bandage.
"You're not seeing anything or anyone like this," she chastises. When she glances up next, though, her eyes are undeniably softer. She chews on her lip in thought. "In... what capacity?"
@jangnyeo sent 'a kiss to prove you don’t have feelings for them.'
"I don't know why this is such a big deal," Nagako announces in dramatic fashion. Her hands rest on her hips as if to exude her 'so what' attitude to it all. "I'm safe! I take precautions! I know they're strangers but it's not like I pick them up off of the str—" she stops, purses her lips, and then changes gears. "Nevermind. It's just better this way," she shrugs, her gaze pointed at Sunhee.
The frown on her face makes it crystal clear that Nagako isn't finished with this, however. It's not 'nevermind'. It's grating on her.
"You think I won't get involved with anyone I know? Ha. Sure. Watch! It doesn't matter to me!" Nagako argues triumphantly. Before she can even think to talk herself out of it, or even give Sunhee ample warning, her warm hands are cupping the other's face and pulling her down. Their lips meet perhaps clumsier than they should, but it's more than enough to taste the faint cherry chapstick that Nagako had applied earlier. The moment stretches into impossibility. Sunhee's eyelashes kiss Nagako's cheeks, and her heart skips several beats. Was she always—this wasn't—oh.
Nagako releases her. She balls her fists into the front of Sunhee's shirt while an angry blush explodes across her features.
"See?" She manages to hiss.
@jangnyeo asked, "what happens if you don't come back?"
It's a conversation that they've never had, but Mira knew that they would have to at some point. There's no way to pretend that she isn't going out nightly (or daily) to risk her life while killing demons. It doesn't work that way. It's Mira's purpose.
It directly clashes with the rest of her life. Sunhee has given her new purpose. She has someone to live for.
"If I don't come back," Mira says slowly, measuring her words, "then I'm probably dead." It isn't like demons to hold them hostage. They don't really take prisoners. She glances down at her lap.
"Um... If that happens... Celine or—or one of the girls will contact you as soon as possible. My estate—everything—it's all managed already. You wouldn't have to do anything. My broker would... do all of it." This is morbid. She's twenty four. Should this even be a conversation? "There's a basic funeral service already planned, but I left room for change on purpose. Cremation, though. No body."
@jangnyeo asked, "you're not going to let me live that down, are you?"
Judging by the shit-eating grin on Nagako's face, the answer is already abundantly clear. She slings an arm around Sunhee's shoulders as they walk, peering over at her from behind a curtain of hair.
"I don't know what you're referring to," Nagako starts, the tone of her voice already lifting into a smug tease, "was it the part where you tripped on the chair walking into the signing, the one where you spilled water all over Rumi, or the one where you couldn't say anything except 'water' while you both tried to clean it up?"
Nagako's head cants to the side. She pouts. "Not feeling embarrassed, are we? I'm sure it'll be a fancam for the ages."
