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Thud!
The push was so hard it knocked Yujin to the floor. She looked back at Yewon, thinking if it will be a wise decision to stay down or get back up. Yewon raised her hand again, Yujin anticipated the next strike but then Yewon’s phone rings and she walked away.
“You better give me more money for that Chanel bag I bought. I have something else you will buy,” she grumbles, throwing away the lunch box Yujin prepared.
Yujin’s hands were shaking as she scoop the food scraps with her hands, piling them back to the lunch box and into her bag. Her uniform is a mess. This is the 5th time she bought a uniform this month. She cleaned Yewon’s desk because she knows she will get mad if she comes back and her things are not tidy.
Yujin went to the comfort room and checked herself in the mirror. Her elbow is bleeding but not that it matters. It doesn’t make any difference to Yewon and her friends. She went home after, feeling the cold wind on her skin, remembering how she was locked inside a chiller two weeks ago, ready to accept her death but then they opened it. And she wasn’t sure if she was glad they did.
***
Today, Yujin was assigned to the first class cabin. But she hates it. Actually, no. She hates every day she goes to work except Wednesday when it’s Yewon’s off.
“Move, bitch.”
Yujin stumbled as she was shoved by one of Yewon’s friends, Nami. There were a couple of trainees who looked over and only time can tell if these girls will join the fun or take a pity and leave her alone. She immediately turned away and see Yewon coming down the hall with Song Mi-so, it was a good reason for her to walk away while she hasn’t been spotted.
Yewon started everything and set the tone of her life since they met. For some reason, she dislikes her, and she doesn’t know why. It started during high school.
“Don’t sit with us. You don’t belong here,” she sneered at her while the others laugh at her expense. She never fought back when Yewon called her names, knocked her books, or tripped her when she was carrying a tray of food and soon, the others joined in and those who didn’t avoided her left her alone completely. School has become a maze and she avoided the places she know Yewon or her friends might be which was difficult because everyone likes Yewon, or pretend to like her.
Yujin didn’t grow her hair past her shoulders since then, because long hair was easy to grab and pull until she became a flight attendant.
“Excuse me.” Yujin heard a mumble, then a tap on her shoulder. She turned around and saw Jang Wonyoung, wearing sunglasses in the first class lounge. She was frozen as she stare at her, mouth agape. Wonyoung is a very popular model and influencer. They're about the same height, her hair long and wavy, her lips are full and glossy. She laughs and took off her sunglasses and she was disarming and beautiful. Yujin stood there, staring when someone suddenly held her waist.
“There you are, Yujin. So unprofessional and wandering away.” It was Yewon. Wonyoung’s eyes met hers and she squinted her eyes for a moment. Horrified, she stared at the floor, humiliated as Yewon led her towards the plane, pinching the side of her waist so hard.
***
Wonyoung, elegantly dressed in a black dress and a long leather jacket, stepped aboard the Fungmu Airline’s first-class cabin where she saw the same beautiful stewardess she approached earlier to ask a question, but before she could get a proper response, another flight attendant pulled her away. As she settled into her plush seat, Wonyoung saw the same flight attendant she was with earlier, side-eyeing the woman called Yujin, bumping into her at every opportunity, making snide remarks here and there that made the woman obviously looking flustered and embarrassed.
Wonyoung was seated alone by choice and having paid for the adjacent seat for privacy, couldn’t ignore the situation. With a calm yet authoritative demeanor, she called the woman over, who approached with a forced smile, still shaken from the way her co-workers treat her.
“Yujin, right?”
The woman nodded. “Yes, ma’am. Is there anything I can do for you?”
“Yes, why don’t you take a seat beside me?” Wonyoung suggested warmly, gesturing to the empty seat next to her. “I could use some company, and I think it would be nice to have you here.”
Yujin’s eyes widened in surprise, her professional composure if there’s any momentarily slipping. She hesitated, fingers fidgeting, glancing around the cabin as if expecting to be reprimanded. Wonyoung smiled reassuringly, knowing full well that Fungmu Airline had been courting her to be their new brand model. No one would dare refuse her request.
“I can’t do that.. I am working..” Yujin said.
“I insist. And don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” Wonyoung didn’t want to hear more. She won’t accept a no.
The other flight attendant, noticing the exchange, stiffened and quickly joined the conversation. “Is she bothering you, Miss Wonyoung?”
“No. I want her to sit next to me.” The flight attendant quickly looked away, aware of Wonyoung’s influence. Yujin, warming up to the idea gave a grateful nod and took the seat beside Wonyoung.
Wonyoung made sure to make the conversation light, easing her nerves and subtly showcasing she’s there for her, asking how old she is, when she started working in Fungmu, etc. Throughout the flight, the other flight attendant, clearly uncomfortable with Wonyoung’s protective stance, kept a distance.
Yujin sat nervously. This was the first time Yujin had ever flown as a passenger, despite having worked as a flight attendant for five years now. The novelty and strangeness of the experience made her feel both excited and out of place. Ana, one of her coworkers, came by with the menu, a curated selection of gourmet dishes that epitomized first-class dining. Wonyoung scanned the options, settling on the steak, her favorite food. She turned to Yujin, who was staring at the menu with wide eyes, clearly overwhelmed by the choices.
“You can order anything you like,” Wonyoung encouraged gently. “Really, anything at all, as many as you like.”
Yujin hesitated, her fingers trembling slightly as she held the menu. She had never tasted such luxurious food before, and the idea of ordering something so extravagant made her nervous. Seeing her uncertainty, Wonyoung decided to help her ease her decision.
“I’m having the steak,” she said casually, hoping to give Yujin a comfortable option to follow. “It’s my favorite. You should try it.”
“I’ll have the steak too, please.” Yujin nodded, grateful for the suggestion. Ana noted their orders and moved on, Yujin felt a mix of anticipation and anxiety, never imagined herself partaking in an indulgent meal served in first class.
When their meals arrived, the aroma of the perfectly cooked steak filled the cabin. The dishes were presented beautifully, with tender cuts of meats accompanied by a medley of vegetables and a rich, savory sauce. Wonyoung watched as Yujin picked up her fork, her movements tentative. Taking her first bite, Yujin’s eyes widened in surprise and delight. The steak was exquisite, tender and burstin with flavor. It was a taste unlike anything she had ever tasted, and she savored each bite with a mixture of awe and gratitude.
Wonyoung observed Yujin’s reactions with a soft smile, a feeling of warmth blossoming within her. She had never met someone so beautiful, yet so shy and sheltered. There was an innocence to Yujin, a vulnerability that stirred something deep within her - a protective instinct and a growing interest.
“How’s the steak?” Wonyoung asked, though she could already see the answer in Yujin’s expression.
“It’s amazing!” Yujin replied, her voice filled with genuine delight. “I’ve never tasted anything like this before.”
“I’m glad you like it.” Wonyoung’s smile deepened, touched by Yujin’s sincerity.
They continued their meal, the conversation flowing more easily as Yujin relaxed. Wonyoung found herself captivated by Yujin’s quiet charm and humility.
“You know, Yujin.” Wonyoung’s voice was low but clear. “I was asked to be the new model of Fungmu Airlines.”
Yujin’s eyes widened, a mix of surprise and admiration flickering across her face. “Really? That’s amazing, congratulations!” Wonyoung noticed the adorable cute dimples on both cheeks and can’t help but admire her a little bit.
“Thank you.” Wonyoung nodded. “They want me to help improve their image. You’ve probably heard about the Hantang Stock Manipulation. They need a fresh start, and I guess they think I can help with that.”
Yujin’s expression grew more thoughtful. She knew all too well about Fungmu’s struggles. The airline, just a part of Fungmu - the biggest company in Korea, owned by the Kwak family - one of the richest family in Korea, had been in hot water over scandals, and their reputation had taken a significant hit. Bringing Wonyoung on board was a bold move to regain the public trust and renew their image.
“That makes sense,” Yujin said, choosing her words carefully. “You’re incredibly popular, not just in Korea but internationally. If anyone can help turn things around for Fungmu, it’s you.”
“Thank you, Yujin.” Wonyoung’s gaze softened. “Actually, I was hoping you can help me out with something.”
Yujin tilted her head, curiosity piqued. “Of course. What do you need?”
“I want to get to know the airline better, from the inside out,” Wonyoung explained. “I thought, who better to show me around than someone as knowledgeable and kind as you? Would you be willing to tour me around Fungmu Airlines?”
The beautiful stewardess’ face lit up with a mix or pride and excitement. “I will check my day off.”
“Great. Don’t worry, they can’t say no to me, so you won’t get in trouble for taking some time to show me around.”
Yujin felt a renewed sense of purpose. She was not only going to help one of Korea’s biggest model but also play a part of helping the airline she works at. By the time they landed, Yujin was appreciative of the celebrity’s kindness. They also exchanged numbers.
***
The bustling terminal of Incheon International Airport was filled with usual hum of travelers and announcements, but Yujin’s mind was preoccupied as she walked through the employee corridor, preparing for another shift. Her thoughts drifted to the recent flight. That moment of unexpected kindness had given her a fleeting sense of happiness, temporarily.
As she rounded a corner, she found herself face-to-face with Yewon, her co-worker, whom she had known since high school. She was flanked by a couple of her cronies, both smirking as they noticed Yujin.
“Look who it is,” Yewon sneered, crossing her arms. “Miss Pity Party herself.”
Yujin’s heart sank, and she felt the familiar anxiety creep up. She glanced down, avoiding Yewon’s piercing gaze, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her uniform.
“You think you’re special now, huh?” Yewon continued, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Sitting next to Jang Wonyoung on the flight. Did you beg her to let you sit there?”
The other flight attendands, Jiwon and Gaeul snickered, their laughter echoing the narrow hallway. Yujin’s cheek burned with shame, but she couldn’t find the words to defend herself, as always. The memory of high school where Yewon and her clique had tormented her, still very much alive until now.
“Pathethic,” Yewon spat, stepping closer. “You always were. Always looking for pity from anyone who’ll give it to you.”
Yujin kept her gaze firmly on the floor, her shoulders hunched as if trying to make herself smaller. The truth was irrelevant; Yewon and her friends had already made up their minds. One of her cronies pushed Yujin slightly, but enough to make her stumble. “Yeah, just stay out of our way, Yujin. Leave Wonyoung alone, you don’t want an ugly woman like you to be seen with Korea’s IT girl, don’t you? Imagine the look on her face if she sees your… scars..” Another push, harder this time, sent Yujin against the wall. She steadied herself but didn’t retaliate, her silence only encouraging their cruelty.
“Let’s go,” Yewon said, a final look of disdain on her face. “We’ve got real work to do.”
With that, Yewon and her followers walked away, leaving Yujin to collect herself. She took a deep breath, fighting back tears, and straightened her uniform. The terminal’s noise felt distant, almost muted, as she tried to steady her nerves. Despite the harsh encounter, she reminded herself of Wonyoung’s kindness and the promise tour of the airline. Clinging to that silver of hope, something new to look forward to.
***
Yujin unlocked the door to her tiny apartment, the creak of the hinges a familiar and unwelcome sound. She stepped inside, the cramped space feeling even smaller after the long, stressful day. The apartment was sparsely furnished, a small table and a single chair in one corner, a worn-out sofa against the wall, and a narrow bed that looked as tired as she felt. She dropped her bag by the door and sighed deeply, taking a moment to let the silence wash over her.
The kitchen was a sad sight, with barely enough food to make a proper meal. She opened the fridge, which contained little more than a few eggs, a carton of milk, and some wilting vegetables. Her stomach growled, but the thought of another meager meal made her feel even more defeated.
She had been planning to move into a nicer apartment, a place where she could finally feel comfortable and safe. But Yewon always seemed to find a way to take that dream away from her. Yewon, with her expensive taste and manipulative ways, had been buying luxury bags under her name for months now, forcing her to pay off the debts. It was a cruel cycle, one that left her unable to afford proper food or nice things for herself.
Yujin sat down on the sofa, pulling out her phone to check her bank balance. As expected, it was dishearteningly low. She had been diligently saving, putting away every extra penny in the hopes of one day breaking free from Yewon’s control. But each time she got close, Yewon found another way to drain her resources.
She stared at the small window across her room, her mind drifting to thoughts of Yewon’s upcoming marriage. Yewon’s boyfriend lived in Russia, and there were plans for her to move there after the wedding. It was the one glimmer of hope in Yujin’s otherwise bleak situation. She clung to the possibility that once Yewon was gone, she could finally start living her life without fear of being manipulated and exploited.
The thought of Yewon moving far away brought a small, hopeful smile to Yujin’s lips. Maybe, just maybe, things would get better once Yewon was out of her life. She could find a better apartment, afford proper meals, and buy nice things without the constant worry of being taken advantage of. But for now, she had to endure. She got up and began preparing a simple dinner, her mind filled with dreams of a future where she could finally be free. As she cooked, she thought of Wonyoung and the unexpected kindness she had shown. It was a reminder that not everyone in her life was out to hurt her. There were still good people, and there was still hope.
***
A tall, elegant figured entered the Fungmu HQ, drawing immediate attention. Wonyoung walked through the lobby with purpose. Her presence was commanding, and heads turned as whispers of recognition spread among the staff. She was rumored to be the new face of Fungmu Airlines, Korea’s IT girl, and everyone was eager to catch a glimpse of her.
Approaching the reception desk, Wonyoung flashed a warm smile at the receptionist, who looked momentarily starstruck. “Hello, I’m Wonyoung. I’m here to meet Yujin for a tour.”
The receptionist quickly nodded. “Of course. Miss Wonyoung, just a moment, please.” She picked up the phone and dialed an extension. “An Yujin, Miss Wonyoung is here to see you.”
Within minutes, Yujin appeared, slightly breathless from her quick pace but managing to maintain her compuse. She wore her standard flight attendant uniform, but her face lit up with a smile as she saw Wonyoung. The contrast between her modest attire and Wonyoung’s high fashion ensemble was striking.
“Thank you for agreeing to show me around. I’m really looking forward to this.”
They started the tour, moving through the various departments of the airline. Yujin guided Wonyoung through the operations center, where flights were monitored and coordinated, explaining the intricate processes involved in ensuring every journey was safe and efficient. Wonyoung listened intently, asking insightful questions and showing genuine interest. As they walked through the employee training area, Yujin noticed a few colleagues watching them, some with curiosity, others with thinly veiled envy. She tried to pushed aside the discomfort, focusing on Wonyoung.
Passing through the maintenance hangar, Wonyoung marveled at the scale of the operations. “This is incredible, Yujin. I never realized how much goes on behind the scenes to keep everything running smoothly.”
Yujin concluded their extensive tour, having explored every nook and cranny of airline’s operations. Wonyoung was genuinely impressed by Yujin’s knowledge and dedication, and as they walked back to the main lobby, she felt a strong desire to express her gratitude.
“Yujin, thank you so much for the tour. You really went above and beyond.”
“It’s nothing, Miss Wonyoung. I was just doing my job.” Yujin smiled modestly, shaking her head.
“I insist on thanking you properly. How about dinner tonight? My treat. And just call me, Wonyoung.”
Yujin hesitated, feeling a mix of flattery and anxiety. “Oh, you don’t have to do that. Really, it’s fine.”
Wonyoung’s determination was evident. “I always get what I want, Yujin.. And I want to take you out to dinner. Please.”
The flight attendant felt intimidated, and it didn’t help when Wonyoung pouted slightly, grabbing her arm while doing so. “O-okay.. I’d love to.”
Wonyoung beamed. “Great! I’ll pick you up later at seven, text me your address. It’s a date,” she winked and left.
Date? I have a date with The Jang Wonyoung?
***
The rest of the day felt like a cruel contrast to the earlier kindness she had experienced. Yewon and her friends wasted no time in resuming their torment.
“Well, well, well, it’s Miss Pity Party again.” Yewon said as soon as Yujin returned to her desk. “Enjoyed your little tour with the superstar?”
Yujin kept her eyes down, trying to ignore the snide comments. She busied herself with her tasks, hoping the hours would pass quickly.
“Don’t think you’re special just because Wonyoung took a liking to you,” another coworker jeered. “You’re still the same pathethic Yujin.”
As lunchtime approached, Yujin felt the familiar knot of anxiety tighten in her stomach. She slipped away to the restroom, seeking the only refuge she could find. Sitting on the closed toilet seat, she pulled out a simple sandwich from her bag, eating alone and in silence. At least, she can look forward to the dinner.
As the day finally drew to a close, Yujin hurried home to her tiny apartment and immediately headed for the shower, eager to wash away the stress and grime of the day. The warm water was soothing, but her mind was racing with thoughts of the dinner with Wonyoung.
After her shower, Yujin carefully dried herself off and went to her small closet. She pulled out a white sleeveless dress, one of the nicest pieces of clothing she owned. She hesitated for a moment, looking at her reflection in the mirror which has always been her worst enemy. The dress was beautiful, but it left her arms exposed, and the sight of the old burn scars made her heart ache. Memories of high school flooded back, of Yewon’s cruelty and the painful incident that left her with those marks. With a sigh, she reached for a blue cardigan and slipped it on, covering the marks. She took a deep breath, trying to shake off the memories.
She moved to her small vanity, her reflection staring back at her with mix feelings. Yujin wanted to look her best for Wonyoung and she doesn’t know why. She applied a layer of foundation, struggling to get it even. She then carefully added a bit of mascara to her lashes and a touch of lip gloss to her lips. Her movements were hesitant, each stroke reminding her of the last time she had tried to look pretty.
The memory of Ji-hoon surfaced, bringing it with a wave of pain. She had thought she was dating him, only to find out it was a cruel prank orchestrated by Yewon. Ji-hoon had broken her heart, only to date Yewon shortly after. The betrayal had left a deep scar and she never trusted anyone else after that.
Yujin slipped on a pair of black flats. Her tentative attempts at makeup had resulted in a soft, natural look that, while modest, made her feel a little more confident. Her phone buzzed with a message from Wonyoung.
Ready to go?
Panic rushed through Yujin. She glanced around her small, worn-down apartment, its peeling paint and mismatched furniture. Embarrassment washed over her at the thought of Wonyoung seeing where she lived. Quickly, she typed in response.
Yes. I will be at the Torong’s cafe in ten minutes. I’ll text you the address.
A few minutes later. . .
Wonyoung spotted Yujin, standing outside the cafe, dressed in a casual white dress with a blue cardigan draped over her shoulders, her hair was down, cascading softly around her face and she was taken aback by the sight. In that moment, she felt her breath catch. She had always thought Yujin was attractive, but seeing her out of the flight attendant uniform, in such a simple yet elegant outfit, she was struck by just how beautiful Yujin truly was. There was a natural grace to her, an understated elegance that was captivating. And the fact that Wonyoung knows Yujin is all natural makes her even more charming. She rolled down the window of her car and invited Yujin inside.
Yujin smiled, a shy yet smile that made Wonyoung’s heart flutter. There was a warmth spreading through her, she found Yujin beautiful and friendly the moment she saw her, but the curiosity became a growing sense of attraction she hadn’t fully acknowledged until now.
“You look absolutely beautiful.” Wonyoung can’t help but notice the long, beautiful legs at her sight.
“Thank you, Wonyoung. You look amazing too.”
Wonyoung took a moment to compose herself, the unexpected surge of feelings catching her off guard.
***
They sat across from each other at a quaint Italian restaurant. As they shared a plate of bruschetta, their hands occasionally brushed, sending sparks of joy through Wonyoung’s as she watched Yujin’s eyes light up with every bite, her smile growing wider when they had their pasta and the tiramisu for dessert.
The night flowed easily. Wonyoung found herself drawn to Yujin’s presence, noticing the small details that made her even more enchanting: the way she brushes her hair, the way her dimples would show, the way her eyes become so small when she’s laughing or smiling widely, the soft lilt of her voice, her manner hands.
After the delightful dinner Yujin turned to Wonyoung.
“Thank yo-“
Wonyoung cut her off. “Would you like to come over to my place for a bit?” Wonyoung felt this unexpected bond growing between them. And she always get what she wants. And tonight, she wants Yujin to be hers. “It’s not far from here, and we can continue our conversation,” she added, caressing Yujin’s hands.
Yujin hesitated for a moment, her natural shyness making her unsure. But the interest Wonyoung was showing made it hard to refuse. And she is a very important figure in Fungmu Airlines. “Sure, I’d like that,” she replied softly.
A short ride later, they arrived at Wonyoung’s luxury apartment building. The sleek, modern facade and the doorman who greeted them made Yujin feel so small, but she followed Wonyoung inside, trying to mask her awe.
Wonyoung’s apartment was everything Yujin had imagined and more. The spacious living room boasted floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of Han River. The decor was elegant and tasteful, with plush furniture and art pieces that spoke of the celebrity’s refined taste. It was a world far removed from Yujin’s modest apartment, and she couldn’t help but feel a pang of self-consciousness.
“Make yourself at home,” Wonyoung said with a smile, gesturing to the comfortable seating area. “Would you like some champagne?”
Yujin nodded, taking a seat on the luxurious couch. “Yes. Thank you.”
Wonyoung retrieved a bottle of champagne from a sleek, glass-fronted fridge and expertly popped the cork. She poured two flutes and handed one to Yujin who accepted it with a smile. They clinked glasses, the sound delicate and musical.
“To new friends,” Wonyoung toasted, her eyes meeting Yujin’s.
“To new friends,” Yujin echoed.
They settled into a relaxed conversation, Wonyoung leaning back against the cushions, her gaze attentive and curious. “So, tell me more about you, Yujin. Why did you become a flight attendant?”
Yujin took a moment to gather her thoughts, her fingers lightly tracing the rim of her glass. Why did she become a flight attendant? “I wanted to fly and be free.”
Wonyoung was surprised by the vague answer but was not sure if Yujin was comfortable enough for her to continue. She knows that Yujin has never traveled personally, so where does she want to fly to? “It’s a tough job, but it must be rewarding too.”
“It is tough.. In many ways, especially dealing with difficult passengers and.. Other things.” Yujin trailed off, not wanting to delve into the more painful aspects of her job just yet.
Wonyoung sensed her hesitation and shifted the conversation to lighter topics. She shared stories about her rise to fame, having casted at her sister’s graduation by a model agency, the ups and downs of being in the public eye, the pressure to always maintain a certain image. Yujin listened with wide-eyed fascination, amazed at how different their worlds were.
“Sometimes, it feels like I’m living in a bubble,” Wonyoung admitted, her voice tinged with a hint of loneliness. “Everyone expects so much for me, and it’s hard to find genuine connections.” She grabbed Yujin’s hand.
Yujin looked at her, surprised by the sudden contact and admission. “I can imagine. It must be difficult to always be in the spotlight.”
“It is,” Wonyoung agreed, her gaze softening as she looked at Yujin. “But tonight has been different. It’s been nice, getting to know you without all the pretense.” She likes Yujin, she likes that Yujin doesn’t fawn over her like everyone else, she likes that Yujin is respectful and treats her like a normal person.
Yujin felt a blush rise to her cheeks, her heart fluttering at Wonyoung’s words. “I’ve enjoyed tonight too,” she said sincerely. “It’s been.. Special.”
They continued talking, the champagne loosening their inhibitions and deepening their connection. As the night wore on, Wonyoung found herself drawn more and more to Yujin - a sense of authenticity that was rare in her world and an unexpected yet undeniable pull.
“Yujin,” Wonyoung said softly. “I’m really glad we met.”
“Me too.” Yujin looked up, her eyes meeting Wonyoung’s with a mix of shyness and warmth. “Thank you for the dinner, and for inviting me here.”
The champagne was really getting into Wonyoung’s head as she looked at Yujin.
“Yujin,” Wonyoung’s voice low and husky. And before Yujin could fully register what was happening. Wonyoung leaned in and pressed her lips against Yujin’s. The kiss was soft at first, exploratory, but the taste of Yujin’s lips and the intoxicating closeness made Wonyoung’s desire surge more. She deepened the kiss, her hands gently cupping Yujin’s face.
Yujin’s mind race, a whirlwind of panic and confusion. She had never imagined this would happen. Wonyoung’s lips were warm and insistent, and though she was taken by surprise, she didn’t hate it. In fact, a part of her reveled in the attention and the unexpected thrill of it all.
Wonyoung, sensing no immediate resistance, grew bolder. She took Yujin’s champagne glass from her hand and placed it on the table in front of them. Her kisses became more aggressive, made Yujin opened her mouth more, her lips moving hungrily against her. She trailed kisses down Yujin’s neck, her hands roaming over Yujin’s back, sides and breast, feeling the soft curves through the fabric of the dress.
Yujin’s breath hitched, a mixed of pleasure and worry coursing through her, she was caught between the intoxicating sensation of Wonyoung’s touch and her own rising fear. When Wonyoung’s fingers began to tug at the hem of the blue cardigan, trying to slide it off her shoulders, a cold wave of panic surged through her.
“No,” Yujin whispered, her voice trembling as she pulled back. She gently but firmly pushed Wonyoung away, breaking the kiss.
Wonyoung’s eyes were glazed with desire and irritability. “What’s wrong?”
Yujin clutched the edges of her cardigan tightly, her heart pounding. “I.. I can’t,” she stammered, unable to meet Wonyoung’s gaze, tears threatening to fall from her eyes. “Please, I just.. I can’t.”
Wonyoung, her mind still foggy from the champagne, and still very horny, frowned, trying to understand. Then she saw the fear and tears forming in Yujin’s eyes and the way she clung to her cardigan. Realization dawned, something is wrong, something has happened to her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to push you.”
Yujin took a shaky breath, her emotions a tangle mess. “It’s not that I don’t.. I just.. It’s hard.. I can’t let you see,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll just go home.”
“I’ll drive you home. It’s late, and you’re a bit tipsy.” Wonyoung reached out, but this time her touch was gentle, soothing. “I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable.”
“Thank you, Wonyoung. I just need some time.”
They sat in silence in the car. The intensity of the moment slowly ebbing away and when they reached Yujin’s neighborhood, Wonyoung wrapped an arm around her, offering comfort than passion. Yujin leaned into the embrace her heart still racing but a small sense of relief beginning to take hold. She had never felt so exposed and yet so cared for at the same time. Yujin hated herself for being scared, but there are some things that she just can’t do yet. Even though it was worth exploring, some things require time and patience and it will be too bothersome for Wonyoung. Yujin knew this is the last time they’d be seeing each other.
***
Back at Wonyoung’s luxury apartment. .
As the evening went on, Wonyoung couldn’t shake the growing attraction. There’ something about Yujin’s vulnerability, her quiet strength, and her unassuming beauty that captivated her. It was a different kind of connection, one that went beyond the superficial, touching something deeper within her.
***
Days after the intense evening at her apartment, Wonyoung found herself unable to shake the memory of Yujin from her mind. The taste of her lips, the feel of her skin, and the look of fear in her eyes lingered her like a haunting melody. Though she was initially annoyed by her rejection of her advances, the curiosity and attraction only grew stronger. Wonyoung’s thoughts were dominated by the image of Yujin.
Sitting in her apartment, Wonyoung finally decided she needed to know more. She called her personal assistant, Jiho to look into Yujin’s life.
It didn’t take long enough for Jiho to return with a detailed report. What she found surprised her. Despite working as a flight attendant in Fungmu for three years, Yujin had consistently received the lowest performance scores. Her financial situation was dire, with signifcant debts and no savings to speak of.
Wonyoung furrowed her brow, trying to reconcile the image of the shy, beautiful woman she had met with the struggling, debt-ridden individual described in the report. “Why is she so poor?” she wondered aloud, tapping her finger against the desk. “Flight attendants make a decent salary, especially one working in Fungmu Airlines.” She did receive a hefty contract deal with them.
She continued reading, aside from that nothing in the report suggested any malicious intent or wrongdoing on Yujin’s part and this only deepened Wonyoung’s curiosity. As she sat back in her chair, her mind drifted back to the night they almost spend together. The fear on her face when she tried to undress her. The way her co-workers look at her and treat her. There was clearly more to Yujin’s story than what was on paper.
Wonyoung decided she needed to see Yujin again. Not just to satisfy her curiosity, but because there was something about Yujin that drew her in, something that felt unfinished. And she couldn’t ignore it. There was a connection that she was determined to understand.
She picked up her phone and sent a message to Yujin:
Hi Yujin, it’s Wonyoung. I was wondering if we could meet up again soon. I’d love to see you.
She hit send, her heart pounding. She didn’t know what she hoped to achieve, but she knew she couldn’t let this go. Yujin had become a part of her thoughts and her desires. Minutes felt like hours as Wonyoung stared at her phone, waiting for the screen to light up with response.
Wonyoung’s patience had worn thin after hours of waiting for a reply from Yujin. The more she thought about the unanswered questions and the need to see Yujin again, the more restless she became. Eventually, she decided to take matters into her own hands. She called for her driver and headed straight to the Fungmu Airlines building.
Arriving at the airline’s headquarters, Wonyoung positioned herself near the exit where the staff typically left at the end of their shifts. That’s what her staff told her earlier. She checked her phone repeatedly, hoping for a message from Yujin, but there was still nothing. As the minutes ticked by, she spotted Yujin emerging from the building, looking tired but still as beautiful as ever.
“Yujin!” Wonyoung called out, striding towards her.
Yujin looked up, surprised to see Wonyoung. “Wonyoung? What are you doing here?”
“I couldn’t wait any longer,” Wonyoung admitted. “I wanted to see you. I texted you.”
Yujin blushed then took her phone from her the pocket of her jacket. “I’m sorry, I didn’t check my phone. I didn’t expect you to-“
Before Yujin could finish, Wonyoung reached out and grabbed her arm playfully, trying to lighten the moment and link arms with her but Yujin winced in pain, and Wonyoung immediately released her, alarmed.
“What happened?” Wonyoung asked, her voice serious now.
“It’s nothing. I was just surprised.” Yujin said quickly, trying to pull her arm away, but Wonyoung was too curious and concerned to let it go. Gently but firmly, Wonyoung lifted the sleeve of Yujin’s jacket. What she saw made her heart sink, fresh bruises mingled with older, large scars, not just any regular looking scars but burnt scars. The sight of injuries shocked her, and she looked up at Yujin with wide, horrified eyes.
“Who did this to you?” Wonyoung demanded, her voice trembling with anger.
Yujin pulled her arm back, her face flushing with embarrassment. “It’s.. It’s nothing. I was just clumsy. Please, let’s just leave.”
Wonyoung immediately figured it’s one of her co-workers because of how Yujin wanted to leave this place right away. Her protective instincts kicked in. She wanted to storm into the airline and demand answers, but Yujin’s pleading eyes stopped her. “Okay, we’re not staying here, let’s go to your place.”
The poor girl just nodded, realizing she couldn’t handle this situation any better. “Okay.”
Wonyoung led her to the waiting car, helping her inside before instructing the driver to head to Yujin’s address. The drive was silent, filled with tension neither woman wanted to break. She kept glancing at Yujin, her mind racing with questions and a growing determination to find out what’s really happening.
When they arrived at Yujin’s apartment. Yujin was prepared to say goodbye but Wonyoung walked and acted like she owns the place and insisted on coming inside. “This place is like a rat hole, Wonyoung.”
“I don’t care.” Wonyoung said, and once again made it impossible for Yujin to refuse.
“Sit down,” Wonyoung said gently, guiding Yujin to the couch like she owns the apartment. “We need to talk about this.”
Yujin sighed. “There’s really nothing to talk about. I.. I just.. It’s nothing. I fell, that’s all.”
Wonyoung took Yujin’s hands in hers. “Someone is attacking you physically. It’s wrong. Please tell me.”
Tears welled up in Yujin’s eyes. She had been strong for so long, or a coward, enduring the torment and keeping it all to herself. She had no friends, no parents and relatives around her. But Wonyoung’s compassion makes the walls she built around herself crumble.
Wonyoung sat on the edge of the couch, her eyes locked onto Yujin’s as she began to tell her story. As the words stumbled out, Wonyoung’s initial shock turned to horror and then to a deep, simmering anger.
“Yewon has been bullying me since high school,” Yujin started, her voice trembling. “She was my classmate and she always had it out for me. On graduation day, she and her friends cornered me and.. And they used a curling iron to burn my arms. They said it was their graduation gift for me, so I will always remember them.” Yujin took off her jacket.
Wonyoung’s eyes widened, her heart clenching at the thought of Yujin enduring such pain. It wasn’t just one arm, it was both.
“I had to stop everything for a year. I couldn’t even apply for a scholarship until I healed. And then, when I finally got my life back on track, my parents died and I joined Fungmu Airlines, my dream job.” Yujin paused, her eyes filling with tears. “But Yewon was there too.”
Wonyoung’s grip tightened on Yujin’s hands. “She resumed the bullying, didn’t she?” she asked, her voice barely containing her fury.
Yujin nodded, her tears now flowing freely. “Yes, she did. She made my life hell. She used my name to buy luxury items I couldn’t afford, forcing me to pay for them. And.. And there was a guy, Ji-hoon. She told him she’d date him if he could make me fall for him.”
Wonyoung’s expression darkened further, the pieces of Yujin’s suffering falling into place. “What did he do?”
“He pretended to like me,” Yujin whispered, her voice breaking. “He took me to a hotel, made me think he cared and proposed but when I said yes, Yewon and our other colleagues showed. It was all a game.”
Wonyoung couldn’t hold back any longer. She pulled Yujin into a tight embrace, holding her close as if to shield her from all the pain she had endured. “Yujin,” she murmured, her voice thick with emotion, “I am so, so sorry. No one deserves what you’ve been through.”
Yujin clung to Wonyoung, her body shaking with sobs. “I am used to it. I’ve been dealing it on my own for over 10 years now.”
Wonyoung pulled back, looking into Yujin’s eyes. “You’re not alone anymore,” she said firmly. “I won’t let Yewon or anyone else hurt you. You have my word.”
“She’s engaged now, she will be married soon. She’ll finally leave.”
***
The grand ballroom of the hotel was filled with the elite of Fungmu Airlines, all gathered to celebrate their newest ambassador, Jang Wonyoung. The event was lavish, with glittering decorations and an atmosphere buzzing with excitement and admiration for Korea’s most popular model.
Wonyoung was dressed in an elegant red evening gown, moved through the crowd gracefully, smiling and chatting with guests, but her mind was elsewhere. She was searching for Yujin whom she hadn’t seen for nearly two weeks now, their schedules didn’t match. Yujin was constantly overseas for her work, and Wonyoung was too busy for her other brand deals.
As the night wore on and the speeches and toasts finished, Wonyoung’s anticipation grew, she knows Yujin is here. She wants to find a moment alone with her, to talk to her away from the prying eyes and clinking glasses. So after greeting every important board member of Fungmu, she discreetly began her search.
Passing through the corridors of the hotel, she suddenly heard a commotion coming from the women’s restroom. Her heart quickened, and she hurried towards the sound. Pushing open the door, she was greeted by the sight of Yujin, drenched and trembling, with the woman called Yewon and a couple of her friends standing around, smirking.
“Yujin!” Wonyoung exclaimed, rushing to her side. She shot a furious glare at Yewon. “What the hell is going on here?”
Yewon rolled her eyes. “She slipped on her own,” she said mockingly.
Wonyoung’s eyes blazed with anger. “Get out. Now!” She ordered, her tone leaving no room for argument.
Yewon and her friends hesitated but then left, muttering under their breath. Wonyoung turned her attention back to Yujin, who was trying to hold back tears. “Come on, let’s get you out of here,” Wonyoung said gently, helping Yujin to her feet. She didn’t care about the party anymore and led Yujin to the room that had been provided for her to stay in, her arm protectively around Yujin, once inside, she sat Yujin on the edge of the bed and grabbed a towel, gently drying her off.
“I have sent an anonymous email to Fungmu Airlines about bullying.” Wonyoung shared. Yujin shook her head, fully knowing it won’t work. “I tried it. Nothing happened. Everyone thinks I am just accusing Yewon because of my low scores, but Yewon had always been in charge with it, no matter what I do - she will give me a low score.”
Wonyoung gently guided Yujin towards the bathroom. “Why don’t you take a bath and relax for a bit? I’ll go back to the party and will take care of everything else.”
As Yujin disappeared into the bathroom. She pulled out her phone and started making calls. First, she contacted her financial advisor to ensure that Yewon or anyone else could no longer use Yujin’s name or credit for any purchases. With her influence and resources, it was a quick fix and soon enough, Yewon will be charged.
Next, she headed back to the party, her mind set on confronting the executives of Fungmu Airlines. It’s a shortcut to a sweet justice to talk to the executives who begged her to be their ambassador. She was lucky to found Chairman Kwak and his son, the newly appointed heir, gathered in a circle, laughing and sipping their wines.
“Excuse me,” she said, her voice cutting the chatter. “I need to speak with you all about a serious matter.”
The executives turned to her, their expressions turning serious at her tone. “Of course, Miss Wonyoung,” Chairman Kwak said, stepping forward. “What is the issue?”
Wonyoung recounted what she had witnessed in the restroom, her voice unwavering. “I saw one of your employees, a woman named Yewon, bullying another flight attendant,” she started. The chairman figured this should be talked about in a much more private area so he asked his son to talk to Wonyoung and make sure to give her everything she needs.
Wonyoung told Mr. Kwak everything, with a promise of sending all the proofs tomorrow on his office. “We take such matters very seriously. We’ll launch a full investigation immediately and ensure that appropriate actions are taken.”
“I expect a swift and decisive action.” Wonyoung nodded, satisfied with his response. Mr. Kwak, the illegitimate son, is rumored to be engaged with the Rolarola heiress. Wonyoung felt reassured that they will do the right thing, if they want to keep her as their model.
With the promise of an investigation in place, Wonyoung made her way back to the hotel room. When she entered, she found Yujin just emerging from the bathroom, wrapped in a soft, white bathrobe. Her hair was damp and loose around her shoulders, and her skin glowed with fresh, clean radiance. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight. Yujin looked so beautiful, her natural beauty captivating Wonyoung’s gaze. Desire rushed through her, but she kept her composure, knowing this moment was about more than just her own needs.
“Feeling better?” Wonyoung asked as she approached Yujin.
“Much better. Thank you, Wonyoung,” she said, a shy smile tugging at her lips.
Wonyoung smiled, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind Yujin’s ear. “Good. I spoke to the executives. They’re going to investigate what happened and take action against Yewon. And I made sure she can’t use your name for any more purchases. And I’ve erased your debts.”
“That’s too much, Wonyoung. I will pay it back.”
“If someone needs to pay, it’s Yewon, and not you.”
They stood there, the atmosphere between them shifted. The warmth of the moment deepened into something more, a connection that went beyond words, desire that wasn’t inclusive to their gender. Wonyoung couldn’t help but let her gaze linger on Yujin’s lips, her exposed collarbone, her desire evident but tempered by the respect and care she felt for her. “Let’s sit down,” she suggested. “I have some clothes in here, just pick one, whatever you’re comfortable with.”
Wonyoung needed the bath to help her relax too and clear her mind and she let Yujin know. It will help her calm what she’s feeling right now. After a while, she stepped out of the bath, wrapping herself in a plush rob with her name printed on it. She took a deep breath and walked back into the room, only to be greeted by a sight that took her breath away. Yujin was lying on the bed, dressed in a delicate, sexy sleepwear set that clung to her curves in all the right places. Her long, beautiful legs were stretched out, a cropped bolero over to cover arms, her cleavage was showing, and she was casually reading a magazine, seemingly lost in its pages. The soft light of the room highlighted her natural beauty, making her look ethereal.
When Yujin looked up and saw Wonyoung, she smiled warmly, her dimples showing and that smile sent a jolt through Wonyoung’s body. The temptation she had been trying to control earlier surged back with full force.
“Feeling better?” Yujin asked.
Wonyoung’s gaze locked onto Yujin as she nodded. She could hardly form the words as she took in the stunning sight before her. “Much better,” she managed to say. She walked over to the bed, each step feeling like an eternity. When she reached the edge, she couldn’t help but sit down, across Yujin, her eyes never leaving hers. “You look.. Incredible.”
Yujin blushed, “Thank you. You look hot.” Surprised by the word that just came out of her mouth. “I mean you look good, you always do. Sorry.”
Wonyoung’s hand moved almost of its own accord, gently brushing against Yujin’s leg. “You deserve to relax,” she said. “After everything you’ve been through.”
Yujin placed her hand over Wonyoung’s, her touch sending a shiver through Wonyoung. “You’ve done so much for me, already. I can’t thank you enough.”
The moment hung between them, charged with unspoken emotions. Wonyoung could feel the magnetic pull, the irresistible attraction that had been building between them since they met. She moved closer, her lips inches from Yujin’s. “Can I.. Kiss you?” She asked, her voice trembling slightly.
“Yes,” Yujin whispered, her breath mingling with Wonyoung’s.
Wonyoung closed the distance, her lips meeting Yujin’s in a tender, lingering kiss. The touch was electric, igniting a fire within her that she could no longer ignore. Her hand moved to cradle Yujin’s face, deepening the kiss, pouring all her affection and desire into that moment.
The tenderness of Wonyoung’s lips against Yujin was different to the storm of emotions brewing inside her, her heart was racing, and she stiffened, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. Sensing her distress, Wonyoung pulled back slightly. “Hey,” she whispered softly, her hand gently cupping Yujin’s cheek. “It’s okay, just relax, we’re just kissing, and we won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with. I promise.”
“I’m sorry,” Yujin murmured. “It’s just my first, and I’m a bit scared.”
Wonyoung smiled gently, her thumb caressing Yujin’s cheek. “It’s okay to feel scared. I’m here with you, and I won’t push you into anything. We can go as slow as you need.”
Yujin’s shoulders began to relax a little at Wonyoung’s reassuring words. She took a deep breath trying to calm the whirlwind inside her. “Thank you,” she says, grateful for the woman’s patient and care, feeling a bit more at ease, Yujin resumed kissing Wonyoung who was surprised by the sudden boldness. Wonyoung was feeling so high then she realized Yujin’s hand inside her robe, running her hands up the soft curve of her waist, her palm over her breast.
Yujin untied the her robe, as she helped her remove it and threw it off the ground. She felt a sharp stab of lust at the sight of Wonyoung’s naked body. “You’re so beautiful, so perfect.”
Wonyoung backed her slowly as she kissed her, easing her onto it and climbing on top of her, lifting her dress as she bent to suck slowly on her nipple. Yujin closed her eyes, running her hands down Wonyoung’s body as she arched her back towards her mouth, trying to calm herself, but thinking about it only made it worse. ‘You’re about to have sex with Jang Wonyoung.’ Yujin kept thinking, the words on the loop on her head, making her tenser by the second. Wonyoung took the other nipple in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it that made Yujin gasp at the sensation.
Wonyoung kissed her way down her body until her fingers found her underwear. “Can I?” Yujin nodded, she trust Wonyoung, and she doesn’t want to be scared anymore. The anxiety is still there, but she doesn’t want to hold back anymore, she wants to do it with the woman she likes. Wonyoung smiled widely, sliding her underwear down her legs, discarding them on the floor as she ran her hands up her thighs. Her fingers slid between her legs and her hips bucked instinctively.
“You’re so wet for me. I love it.” Wonyoung breathed, her fingers sliding against her. Wonyoung kissed her again, just once then on her forehead, then she shifted back, trailing her lips down the inside of her thigh. “You’re gorgeous, Yujin.”
Yujin groaned loudly as Wonyoung tongue ran the length of her slit, her fingers digging into the bedsheets as the experienced woman found her bud, making her gasped loudly. Her tongue moved over her, slow and firm, and she began to breathe hard. Yujin never thought how good it felt, the beautiful model was licking her and added a finger while doing so gave her, her first orgasm.
“I like you, Yujin.”
As they stayed there, wrapped in each other’s embrace, Yujin’s anxiety slowly began to fade. She felt the steady rhythm of Wonyoung’s breathing, the gentle rise and fall of her chest, and the sincerity in her words and actions. For the first time in a long while, she felt safe, and she allowed herself to believe in the possibility of something new and beautiful. She likes Wonyoung, very much.
“I like you too.”
***
The morning light filtered through the curtains of the hotel room, casting a soft glow over the bed where Wonyoung and Yujin lay wrapped in each other’s arms. The night they spent was amazing. Now, in tranquility of the early morning, the room felt like a world of their own, safe and apart from the chaos that happened last night.
Wonyoung gently stroked Yujin’s hair, her fingers moving through the silken strands with such care. Yujin, feeling the comfort and warmth of Wonyoung’s embrace, nestled closer, her head resting on Wonyoung’s chest and she felt a sense of peace she hadn’t known in a long time.
After a few moments of comfortable silence, Wonyoung took a deep breath, gathering her courage. “Yujin,” she began.
Yujin looked up, her eyes meeting her. “Hmm?”
“I.. I like you, Yujin. I like you a lot. I am not helping you because I pity you. I want to be with you, I want to protect you, you deserve all the great things in life.” Spending time with Yujin, getting to know her made Wonyoung realized how special the girl was to her.
“I like you too. You’re so kind and so beautiful. You make everything easy. I have learned to trust and smile again, because of you.”
“Really?”
Yujin nodded, pressing a tender kiss on Wonyoung’s lips.
“You deserve to feel safe and happy and I want to be the one to make you feel that way. I know it’s not easy, but thank you for letting me in, I promise I will never hurt you.”
***
In the months that followed the fateful evening at the hotel, Yujin’s life underwent a dramatic transformation. After Wonyoung’s intervention, Fungmu Airlines conducted a thorough investigation into the bullying allegations. The evidence was irrefutable, and Yewon, along with her accomplices, was fired and sued for harassment. Yewon faced additional charges for fraudulently using Yujin’s name to make luxury purchases, leading to severe legal consequences and her fiance left her.
Fungmu Airlines, eager to rectify the situation and protect their reputation, reached a substantial settlement with Yujin. The amount was significant, and for the first time in her life, Yujin saw a large sum of money in her bank account, more than she could ever possible dreamed of. It was a symbol of justice served and the beginning of a new chapter.
With her financial burdens lifted, Yujin was ready to start a fresh. Though she initially considered finding a new and nicer apartment, Wonyoung had a different idea. She wanted Yujin by her side, offering her a safe and loving home. Yujin moved in with Wonyoung. Her physical scars, reminders of Yewon’s cruelty, began to fade thanks to advanced laser treatments. Each session lightened the marks, giving Yujin a sense of reclaiming her body and her past. The emotional scars, too, started to heal with the help of therapy and Wonyoung’s unwavering support and love.
***
The sun was setting. Wonyoung, tired but satisfied from a long day of shooting, unlocked the door and stepped inside. She was greeted by the faint aroma of Yujin’s cooking and the soft hum of their favorite music playing in the background.
“I’m home!” Wonyoung shouted, kicking off her heels and setting down her bag.
Yujin emerged from the kitchen, a bright smile lighting up her face that takes away Wonyoung’s tiredness. Yujin washed her hands quickly and hurried to Wonyoung, wrapping her arms around her. “Welcome back,” she said, pressing a gentle kiss to Wonyoung’s cheek.
“Something sells amazing,” Wonyoung said, inhaling deeply. “And you look even more amazing.”
Yujin blushed and led Wonyoung to the dining table, where a delicious steak was laid out. “I have a surprise for you.”
Wonyoung raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? What’s the occasion?”
From behind her back, Yujin gave Wonyoung an envelope. Wonyoung took it, curiosity piqued, and opened it to reveal two plane tickets to Hawaii. Her eyes widened in shock and delight.
“Yujin, are you serious?”
Yujin nodded, her excitement mirroring Wonyoung’s. “Yes! I know you’ve always wanted to go to Hawaii, and I thought it would be the perfect birthday gift. We both deserve a break, and I wanted to splurge a little with the settlement money.”
Wonyoung pulled Yujin into a tight hug. “This is incredible.” Yujin hugged her back. “You’ve done so much for me, Wonyoung. I wanted to give you something special in return.”
“I’m proud of you, you know that? You’ve turned everything around and made a new life for yourself.”
Yujin blushed. “I couldn’t have done it without you. You’ve been my rock through everything.”
They shared a tender kiss, as the sat down to enjoy the steak Yujin prepared, they talked excitedly about their coming trip, the places they wanted to visit, and the memories they would create together in Hawaii. For Wonyoung, the tickets were more than just a gift. They were a symbol of how far they had come and the beautiful journey they were on together. And for Yujin, it was a chance to show her love and gratitude for the woman who had changed her life in the most profound ways.
***
Wonyoung sat on the balcony of their apartment, a glass of wine in her hand as she watched the city lights twinkle below. Her thoughts drifted to Yujin, who’s cleaning the dishes while singing and she couldn’t help but smile, her heart swelling with love and pride.
Yujin had transformed so much since they first met. The anxiety and fear that once clouded her eyes had been replaced with a radiant confidence and a beautiful smile that seemed to light up every room she entered. Yujin never cried or looked afraid anymore; instead, she faced the world with a charming grace that was impossible to ignore.
Everywhere they went, people noticed Yujin. Her natural beauty turned heads, and it wasn’t long before even Wonyoung’s agency took notice. They had approached Yujin with a job offer, impressed by her model-like figure and actress-like features. But Yujin had politely declined, and it somehow was a relief to Wonyoung, not wanting to share Yujin with the cruel world of entertainment.
Her newfound self-assurance made her even more attractive. Yujin had become comfortable in her own skin, her body now a testament to her beauty. She was so sexy and irresistible, and Wonyoung found herself falling deeper in love with her every day.
“You look lost in thought,” Yujin teased, bringing over a plate of cheese and fruit. “What’s on your mind?”
Wonyoung reached out, pulling Yujin onto her lap and wrapping her arms around her waist. “Just thinking about how amzing you are,” she said softly, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “You’ve changed so much, and I love every bit of who you’ve become.”
“It’s all because of you.” Yujin laughed.
Wonyoung shook her head. “You were always this incredible, Yujin. I just helped you see it.”
Yujin smiled a little, her dimples showing. “Thank you for helping me find myself, and for loving me through it all.”
***
The trip to Hawaii had been nothing short of magical. They explored the stunning beaches, hiked through lush tropical forests, and shared countless moments of laughter, good food and love. On their last night in the hotel room, the atmosphere was charged with a mix of anticipation and bittersweetness. The moonlight filtered through the open balcony doors. Yujin, feeling more confident and bold than ever, decided to make the night unforgettable.
As Wonyoung emerged from the bathroom in a silk robe, she found Yujin waiting for her, dressed in an alluring lace lingerie set that showcased her stunning figure. And she felt her breath hitch at the sight. “Wow, Yujin,” Wonyoung whispered, her eyes filled with desire.
Yujin stepped closer, her eyes locked on Wonyoung’s. “I wanted to make our last night here special,” she said softly, voice filled with seduction.
Wonyoung’s heart raced as Yujin closed the distance between them, her hands gently caressing Wonyoung’s arms. “You’re driving me crazy, you’re so sexy and hot.”
Yujin smiled, feeling a surge of empowerment. “Good,” she replied, her lips brushing against Wonyoung’s. “Because tonight, I want to show you just how much I love you.”
Their lips met in a passionate kiss, and Wonyoung felt herself melting into Yujin’s embrace and touch. She lay on the bed, her heart pounding in her chest as she gazed up at Yujin. Tonight feels different - charged with an intesity that both thrilled and unsettled her.
For so long, Wonyoung had been the one in control, navigating their relationship with a confident hand. But tonight, she felt a powerful urge to surrender, to give herself completely to Yujin in a way she had never done with anyone else before. Yujin stood at the foot of her bed, her eyes locked onto Wonyoung’s. Her movements were deliberate and sensual as she climbed onto the bed, her gaze never wavering. Yujin positioned herself above her.
“I’ve never felt this way before. I love you so much, Yujin.”
Yujin’s lips curved into a tender smile before she leaned down, capturing Wonyoung’s mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. Wonyoung moaned softly, surrendering to the sensation, feeling the last vestiges of control slip away along with their clothes. As Yujin’s kisses trailed down her neck, Wonyoung’s body arched in response. She could feel Yujin’s hands roaming over her, exploring every inch with a slow, deliberate intensity that sent shivers down her spine. Her touch was both gentle and possessive, making Wonyoung feel cherished and desired in a way she had never experienced with anyone else before.
Yujin pulled back slightly, her eyes dark with lust as she looked down at Wonyoung, her fingers moving inside her. “You’re so beautiful and you’re mine.”
Wonyoung’s heart swelled at the possessiveness in Yujin’s tone. “Yes,” she breathed, her hands clutching Yujin’s arms. “I’m yours.”
With that, Yujin began to move faster, her fingers moved in a rhythm as she suck Wonyoung’s nipple. Wonyoung’s head fell back, her eyes closing as waves of pleasure washed over her. Yujin’s finger inside her, urging her to let go, to lose herself in the moment. Wonyoung opened her eyes, meeting Yujin’s gaze. She had never seen Yujin like this - so powerful, and so in control, and the lust she feels inside grew stronger.
As Yujin continued to move above her, Wonyoung gave herself over to the sensations and emotions that overwhelmed her. She felt Yujin’s love in every touch, every kiss, every movement and it made her realize she wanted to be with her forever. As her breathing become faster, she reached up, clutching Yujin’s shoulder as she felt herself nearing the edge. “Yujin.. Baby.. Fuck,” she gasped, her voice trembling with emotion as she came, moaning loudly and as her orgasm subsided she looked at Yujin. “I love you.”
Yujin’s eyes softened, and she leaned down to capture Wonyoung’s lips in a searing kiss. “I love you too,” she whispered against her lips. “More than anything.”
***
Living with Wonyoung brought Yujin a joy she had never known. Their days were filled with laughter, mutual care, and shared dreams. Wonyoung’s luxurious apartment became a haven, and a place where they can truly be themselves. As Yujin stood by the window one evening, watching the lights reflected on Han River, Wonyoung joined her, wrapping her arms around her from behind. Yujin leaned into the embrace.
“How’s your day?” Wonyoung asked.
“Great.
“How are you feeling?” Wonyoung asked softly, pressing a gentle kiss to Yujin’s temple.
“Happy, thanks to you.”
“That’s all I ever wanted.” Wonyoung said, but something has been bothering her for days now. She’s the happiest whenever she is with Yujin, and when she’s coming home to her, wrapping her around Yujin’s waist as she always find her in the kitchen. Everything was perfect. She’s been thinking about their future and they’ve talked about marriage but there’s something they need to consider. Korea isn’t exactly the most accepting place for same-sex couples. The industry, the media, the public opinion.. It could be really tough. Her image has always been carefully managed, and coming out publicly would change everything.
“I don’t want you to sacrifice your career for us. You’ve worked so hard to get where you are.” Of course, there were rumors that Wonyoung is smitten with a beautiful flight attendant but the industry has always been in denial about those kind of rumors, especially a big name like Wonyoung.
Wonyoung and Yujin are both in their late twenties now, and Wonyoung’s priorities have changed. They have a lot of money now, and it’s time for her to focus on the things that makes her happy. Fame and fortune are nothing compared to the happiness she feels with Yujin and she wants them to be in a place where they are happy, safe and free and when the time is right, they will both leave this country and live happily.
“I can’t imagine my life without you now. You make me happier than I ever thought possible. You make our house our home, and you make every day brighter just by being you.”
Yujin turned around. “Wonyoung..”
Wonyoung reached out, taking Yujin’s hands in hers. “Yujin, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to wake up next to you every morning and go to bed with you every night. I want to share all my dreams and fears with you, and I want to be there for you, always.”
“I feel the same, Wonyoung. I love you, it’s settled then, we’ll take that leap together, someday.”
“I love you, too.”