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Yujin sat at her desk, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she worked on her latest article. The newsroom was alive with the sounds of ringing phones, clicking keyboards, and muffled conversations.
Eunbi, their boss, walked in and clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention. “Alright, everyone! Can I have a moment of your time? A star news anchor is joining us today.”
Yujin, too engrossed in her work, barely glanced up from her screen. She took a sip of her soda, not paying much attention to the chatter around her.
Eunbi continued, “Let’s give a warm welcome to Jang Wonyoung!”
Yujin’s head snapped up so quickly she nearly spilled her drink. Her eyes widened as she saw Wonyoung standing beside Eunbi, smiling and looking as radiant as ever. The shock hit her like a wave, and she almost spit out her juice.
“Hello, everyone. I’m Jang Wonyoung. I’m excited to be part of the Oh MZ News team.”
Yujin’s heart raced, memories flooding back from their high school days together. As the team clapped and welcomed Wonyoung, Yujin caught her eye. For a brief moment, their gazes locked, and a flicker of recognition passed between them. Wonyoung’s smile faltered slightly before she regained her composure and continued to greet her new colleagues. What is she doing here in Oh MZ? She’s a news anchor in Japan. Yujin put down her drink, she didn’t expect this. She wasn’t sure how to feel about it.
***
Wonyoung lay on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. The day had been a whirlwind of emotions, seeing Yujin again. She couldn’t get the image of her out of her mind. She closed her eyes, and memories of their high school days flooded back.
The classroom was empty, except for two first-year students assigned to clean up. Yujin was diligently sweeping the floor, her brow furrowed in concentration. Wonyoung, with a cheerful smile, approached her.
“Hey, I’m Wonyoung. Do you want to eat something on the way home?”
Yujin didn’t even look up. “Just clean faster so we can go home,” she replied curtly.
Wonyoung’s smile faltered, but she didn’t let it bother her. She continued cleaning, stealing glances at Yujin, wondering what lays behind that cool exterior.
When they finally finished, they left the classroom together. As they walked towards the school gate, Wonyoung’s friend, Rei, was waiting for her.
Rei noticed them and hurried over. “Oh you were with Yujin. She’s very pretty and popular, but she rejects every boy and girl who confesses to her. She’s not interested in making friends or dating anyone.”
Wonyoung glanced at Yujin, who was walking ahead, her pace brisk as she walked away.
Wonyoung opened her eyes, the memory fading but the feelings it stirred up still vivid. Seeing Yujin again had brought all those old emotions rushing back. She wondered if Yujin remembered those days as clearly as she did. Turning on her side, Wonyoung sighed. The past was a complicated web of feelings and what ifs. Yujin, her best friend and the girl who had once occupied both her thoughts and dreams.
***
Weeks had passed since Wonyoung’s arrival, and the newsroom settled into a new routine. Yujin and Wonyoung maintained a strained silence, each carefully avoiding direct interaction. Despite their avoidance, Wonyoung’s meticulous nature in reviewing reports and sources became a thorn in Yujin’s side.
She sat at her desk, fingers on the keyboard as she was focus on the clock and the growing pile of returned reports already marked with Wonyoung’s corrections. Red marks, minor grammar adjustments, phrasing suggestions, and a couple of questions about her sources. Wonyoung’s isn’t even her boss but her star status overseas have gave her an advantage to act one, and everyone was impressed.
One hectic morning, Yujin sprinted through the lobby of Oh MZ News, juggling a stack of reports that threatened to topple at any moment. She glanced at her watch, panic rising as she realized she was minutes away from being late. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the elevator about to close, with Wonyoung standing inside with plenty of space.
“Hold the door!” Yujin shouted, her voice echoing through the lobby as she quickened her pace.
Wonyoung looked directly at her, their eyes locking for a brief moment. But instead of holding the door or pressing the button to keep the elevator open, she remained motionless, her expression unreadable. The doors slid shut just as Yujin reached them, leaving her staring at the reflective surface in frustration. Fucking bitch!
***
Yujin would sit alone at her table every lunch in the cafeteria. But everyday, without fail, Wonyoung would appear in front of her, a bright smile on her face and a banana milk in hand. “Here you go, Yujin,” she’d say, setting the drink on the table. And when Yujin asked her, the answer is always the same, “I want to be friends with you.”
The next day, the day after that, and every day after, Wonyoung would bring her a banana milk that it became a routine, a small yet significant gesture that chipped away at Yujin’s defenses.
***
The tension between Yujin and Wonyoung had been building for weeks, and Yujin finally decided it was time for a little payback. She devised a plan to prank Wonyoung, hoping to ruffle her usually composed demeanor.
Yujin stayed late at the office one evening, ensuring she was the last one there. She carefully glued Wonyoung’s computer mouse, knowing it would prevent the mouse from working properly. The next morning, she watched from her desk as Wonyoung arrived and sat down, her face calm until she tried to use the mouse.
Wonyoung’s brow furrowed in confusion as she moved the mouse around, but the cursor remained stubbornly still. After using all her strength, she finally flipped the mouse over and peeled off the paper, reading the handwritten note: Gotcha!
Her eyes narrowed as she glanced in Yujin’s direction who couldn’t suppress a mischievous grin.
Later that day, Wonyoung decided to retaliate. She waited until Yujin stepped away from her desk for a coffee break, then quickly replaced Yujin’s chair with one that had a wobbly leg. When Yujin returned, she sat down and nearly toppled over, catching herself just in time.
From across the room, Wonyoung called out, ”Having trouble, Yujin?”
Yujin shot her a glare, a mix of frustration and begrudging amusement in her eyes. “Very funny.”
The pranks continued over the next few days, escalating in creativity and annoyance. Yujin swapped the sugar in Wonyoung’s coffee with salt, leading to a dramatic spit-take in the break room.
Yujin and Wonyoung stood by the coffee machine, both reaching for the last packet of sugar at the same time.
“I had it first,” Yujin said.
Wonyoung raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a smirk. “You wish. I’ve been eyeing it since I walked in.”
Yujin rolled her eyes. “Always so dramatic, Wonyoung.”
“Maybe because someone always had to outdo me,” Wonyoung shot back, grabbing the packet and holding it out of Yujin’s reach.
“Oh, please,” Yujin scoffed, stretching her arms to grab it. “You’re just mad because I always beat you.”
Nako, the HR manager, walked in just in time to catch the tail end of their exchange. She rolled her eyes dramatically. “You two are the worst part of my job.”
Yujin and Wonyoung both turned to look at her, momentarily sheepish. “Sorry, Nako,” they said in unison, then glared at each other for saying the same thing.
“Fucking Virgos.” Nako said then grabbed the last packet of sugar out of their hands and left.
Sakura, who had been quietly enjoying her tea in the corner, decided to chime in. “Didn’t you two go to the same school? I thought you’d be friends.”
Wonyoung shook her head quickly, her expression neutral but her eyes giving away a hint of irritation. “We did, but we weren’t close.”
“Yeah, just classmates. Nothing more.” Yujin nodded in agreement.
Sakura looked between the two of them, clearly unconvinced but too polite to push further. “Well, try not to kill each other. We need both of you in one piece.”
***
After a few weeks of receiving banana milk and Wonyoung’s unwavering attempts at friendship, Yujin finally gave in. And from that moment on, they were inseparable. Yujin started waking up earlier to walk to Wonyoung’s house which was conveniently on her way to school. Each morning, she would stand outside Wonyoung’s gate and greet her parents.
They walked to school together, chatting about everything and nothing and after school, they would walk home together.
“You know, I never thought I’d have a friend like you.” Yujin glanced at Wonyoung, enjoying their ice cream cones.
“I’m pretty special.”
Yujin laughed. “You are. I can’t imagine my life without you now.”
“Let’s make a promise to each other.” Wonyoung said.
Yujin raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What kind of promise?”
“That we’ll always be together. No matter what happens, we’ll always tell each other everything and no one can ever destroy our friendship. No secrets.”
Yujin thought about it for a moment, then smiled. “Okay, I promise.”
Wonyoung’s face lit up with relief and joy. She extended her pinky finger. “Pinky promise?”
Yujin laughed and linked her pinky finger with Wonyoung’s. “Pinky promise.”
They shook their linked fingers ceremoniously, sealing their vow.
***
Yujin’s concentration on writing her latest article was broken when Eunbi, their boss called her out. She sighed, reluctantly pushing her chair back and she saw Wonyoung, who already was heading towards Eunbi’s office with a confident stride. They entered the office and closed the door behind them.
Eunbi looked up from her desk, a serious expression on her face. “I need you two to work together. Wonyoung, I understand you’d like to study the reports before you present them on air?”
Wonyoung nodded. “Yes, that’s correct. I believe it makes for a more accurate and compelling delivery.”
Yujin couldn’t hide her annoyance. “I put so much time and effort on the articles I wrote. They are accurate. Can’t she just read the articles like everyone else?”
Wonyoung turned to Yujin. “The reason I’m so good at my job is because I don’t just read what’s given to me. I study the material to understand it fully.”
Eunbi interjected before Yujin could respond. “Yujin, Wonyoung has a point. It’s important for our news anchors to be well-versed in the content they present. I need you to assist her with any background information she needs especially around Jeon Minkyo’s case, Fungmu and Jang Jin’s presidential campaign.”
Yujin crossed her arms, trying to keep her frustration in check. “Fine. When do we start?”
Wonyoung smiled, a hint of satisfaction in her eyes. “How about now? We can go over today’s reports together.”
They left Eunbi’s office and headed towards the empty meeting room. As they delved into the details of the reports, Yujin found herself grudgingly respecting Wonyoung’s commitment. Not a lot of news anchor would bother. And they were working together more seamlessly than either of them had expected.
As they wrapped up their work, Wonyoung glanced at Yujin. “You’re still as serious and as driven as ever.”
Yujin felt a pang of nostalgia but quickly pushed it aside. “Let’s just get this done. We have a deadline to meet.”
Wonyoung nodded. “Agreed.”
Just as Yujin finished her article on Jeon Minkyo’s sudden suspicious death, she hit the publish button and leaned back, satisfied.
“What’s the article about?” Wonyoung asked.
“Jeon Minkyo’s death. It’s a big story, and I need to make sure it’s covered thoroughly.”
Wonyoung lingered by Yujin’s desk, her gaze on the framed photograph of Yujin’s sister and grandmother. “How’s Leeseo and grandmother Gaeul?”
“They’re fine. I’m heading home now. Have a good evening.”
Wonyoung watched Yujin gather her things, her heart heavy with disappointment. She had hoped for a more amicable exchange, a chance to reconnect even in a small way now that they were alone. Instead, Yujin’s abrupt dismissal stung. “Right. Take care, Yujin.”
Yujin nodded curtly and walked away without another word, leaving Wonyoung standing there, grappling with the familiar ache of rejection that she hates. She’s such a ‘T’ person, Wonyoung thought to herself. Remembering how Yujin’s words could sometimes be sharp and critical, even though deep down it wasn’t mean to hurt. Wonyoung had endured it all, and she’s always waited. She sighed softly, realizing that some things has not changed. She still found herself waiting for Yujin’s attention, just as she did before, albeit in a different capacity now.
***
The sun was shining brightly as Yujin and Wonyoung set up their picnic blanket along the Han River. The gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the nearby trees, perfect for a relaxing afternoon. They had spread out an array of snacks and drinks. Yujin lying down on Wonyoung’s legs.
Yujin took a bite of Wonyoung’s sandwich, “I have a crush on Karina,” she said while chewing.
Wonyoung’s smile faltered for a moment, her heart tightening with a pang of jealousy. She tried to keep her tone light. “Really? I don’t like Karina for you.”
Yujin looked at her curiously. “Why not?”
Wonyoung shrugged, averting her gaze. “I just… feel bad vibes from her.”
Yujin chuckled. “Well, I think I’m going to get my first kiss from Karina at the sports festival.”
Wonyoung’s eyes widened and she screamed, “No way! You can’t!”
Laughing, Yujin teased. “Why not?! You should be supportive!” she reached over and started tickling Wonyoung’s underarm, making her squirm and giggle.
Without thinking, Wonyoung leaned in and kissed Yujin on the lips, catching her completely off guard. Pulling back, she laughed, “Ha! Now I’m your first kiss!”
Yujin blinked, dumbfounded. “Wonyoung!! My first kiss was supposed to be with my first love!”
Wonyoung pouted. “Do you love Karina more than me?”
Yujin’s expression softened and she shook her head, “Of course not.”
Wonyoung smiled triumphantly. “Then all the more reason we should be each other’s first kiss. We are each other’s first love.”
Yujin playfully smacked Wonyoung’s shoulder, laughing. “You’re weird.”
Wonyoung grinned, rubbing her shoulder. “Maybe, but now you can’t get your first kiss from Karina.”
***
Weeks had slipped by yet Yujin remained as distant as ever. Wonyoung found herself increasingly drawn to glimpses of Yujin whenever their paths crossed in the newsroom. In the moments when they did interact, it was often in the heat of debate over news reports or in snappy retorts that left their colleagues exchanging wary glances. Yujin’s sharp tongue and Wonyoung’s refusal to back down have created an atmosphere of friction that lingered long after they parted ways.
“You should double-check your sources and grammar next time,” Wonyoung said.
Yujin’s jaw tightened as she flipped through the pages. The corrections were meticulous and pointed, each one a reminder of Wonyoung’s lingering resentment. And she was fucking annoyed.
Yujin on the other hand, couldn’t escape the inevitable proximity that working alongside Wonyoung entailed. Despite her best efforts to maintain a professional demeanor, their interactions often left her conflicted and unsettled.
***
Wonyoung sat on Yujin’s bed, her face clouded with worry and frustration. “My parents want me to attend a university in London,” she complained, her voice heavy with distress. “I don’t want to go. I don’t want to be apart from you.”
Yujin, sitting cross-legged on the floor, looked up sympathetically. “Wonyoung, it’s a really good opportunity. London is amazing, you’re good in english and think of all the experiences you’ll have.”
Wonyoung shook her head, her eyes welling up with tears. “But I don’t want to experience anything without you. I don’t want to leave you behind. I want to go where you go.”
Yujin stood up and sat beside Wonyoung, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “We’ll keep in touch, I promise. We will call, text, and video call. And we’ll see each other every summer and Christmas. We will make it work.”
Wonyoung sniffled, leaning into Yujin’s comforting embrace. “But I want us to be together.”
Just then, Yujin’s mother knocked on the door and entered, carrying a tray of freshly baked cookies and drinks. “I brought you girls some snacks,” Mrs. An said, smiling warmly at them.
Wonyoung seized the opportunity, her eyes pleading. “Mrs. An, can Yujin come to London with me? She could get a scholarship, she’s really smart.”
Mrs. An looked at Yujin, then back at Wonyoung. “It’s pretty expensive, Wonyoung-ah. But I’ll see what we can do. If Yujin can get a scholarship, we’ll consider it.”
Wonyoung smiled through her tears, feeling a flicker of hope. “Thank you, Mama An. You’re the best!”
Mrs. An laughed and patted Wonyoung’s shoulder. “Stop crying now, okay? And finish your homework girls.”
“Hey, you heard that? Stop crying now.” Yujin reached out and gently wiped a tear from Wonyoung’s cheek. “What can I do to make you stop crying?”
Wonyoung pouted, her lips trembling slightly. “Give me a kiss.”
It made Yujin laugh as she pushes Wonyoung away. “You’re so unserious.”
Wonyoung grinned then tugged at Yujin’s arm, pulling her down onto the bed. They wrestled playfully for a moment until Yujin found herself lying flat on her back, Wonyoung straddling her, pinning her wrists to the bed.
“Who says I’m not serious?” Wonyoung’s voice was low, and the intensity in her eyes made Yujin’s heart skip a beat.
Before Yujin could respond, Wonyoung leaned down and pressed her lips softly against hers and she felt a spark of desire she hadn’t recognized before. She closed her eyes, savoring the moment.
When Wonyoung finally pulled back, her breathing heavy, she gave Yujin a mischievous smile. “There. Now, we can resume our homework.”
***
One afternoon, she approached Wonyoung’s desk with a freshly printed report in hand. “Here’s the latest update on the upcoming segment,” she said tersely, holding out the document.
Wonyoung glanced up from her laptop screen, their eyes meeting briefly before her fingers brushed against Yujin’s as she accepted the report. A jolt of electricity shot through Yujin’s at the contact, unexpected and unnerving. She withdrew her hand quickly, unable to shake off the sensation that lingered.
Wonyoung tilted her head slightly, her expression unreadable. “Thanks,” she replied casually and no teasing remark. Yujin forced herself to maintain a steady gaze, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. Did Wonyoung feel it too? Or was it just her own conflicting feelings resurfacing?
As she walked back to her desk, Yujin clenched her fists, reminding herself sternly that her racing heart was a result of irritation, not lingering affection.
***
Yujin and Wonyoung sat together on a bench in the park, their graduation gowns still draped over their shoulders. They had just bid farewell to their classmates and families, marking the end of their high school journey.
Yujin failed to get a scholarship at Wonyoung’s school. “I promise I’ll come back on Christmas. We’ll still see each other,” Wonyoung said, knowing she can’t disobey her parents or else she wouldn’t be able to go to university. “I love you, Yujin.”
“I love you too, Wonyoung.” She was her best friend, of course she loves her, deeply. They have a bond forged over years of friendship.
***
The office was nearly deserted as Yujin stayed late. She rubbed her temples, feeling the weight of exhaustion but determined to finish the reports. With a final click, she saved her work and gathered her things, heading toward the elevator.
As the door slid open, she was startled to see Wonyoung standing inside. “Hi,” Wonyoung said. “I left my phone.”
Yujin nodded, stepping into the elevator and pressing the button for the ground floor. The silence was heavy, filled with the prolonged tension. Yujin felt her pulse quicken. The elevator felt too small.
Unable to bear the awkwardness any longer, Wonyoung turned to Yujin. “Why do we still hate each other?”
“Hate you?” Yujin turned to Wonyoung, her eyes searching for something - an answer, a sign, or anything. She leaned forward and kissed her, a sudden, desperate kiss that took them both by surprise. She doesn't hate Wonyoung, she can never hate Wonyoung.
Wonyoung’s eyes widened, but she quickly responded, kissing Yujin back with equal fervor. Their hands roamed each other’s backs, the tension melting away into something more urgent and passionate. Then Wonyoung’s back hit the emergency button, sending the elevator into a brief halt.
The kiss broke abruptly as a voice crackled through the elevator’s radio. “Is everything okay? Do you need assistance?”
Yujin, flustered and breathless, pressed the intercom button. “No, everything’s fine. Just accidentally pressed the button.”
As the elevator resumed its descent, Yujin’s heart pounded in her chest. Without another word, she bolted out of the elevator as soon as the doors opened, her mind reeling from the kiss. Wonyoung called after her, but she didn’t stop.
***
It was a crisp Christmas morning, and Yujin was lounging in her living room, dressed in her favorite pochacco pajamas. Suddenly, the front door burst open, and Wonyoung stood there, her arms laden with brightly wrapped gifts.
“Surprise!” Wonyoung shouted, a huge grin on her face.
Yujin’s eyes widened in delight. “Wonyoung!”
Wonyoung dropped the gifts and ran to hug Yujin, who lifted her off the ground, twirling her around. “I missed you so much!”
“I miss you too,” Wonyoung replied, giggling as they both settled back down.
Leeseo, a cheerful little girl, came running into the room, her eyes lighting up at the sight of Wonyoung. “Wonyoung unnie!”
Wonyoung bent down to hug Leeseo tightly. “Hey, Leeseo! Look at all the gifts I brought from London.”
The three of them spent the morning playing and laughing, it was a reunion. They built Lego sets, played dolls and board games. As they took a break, Yujin and Wonyoung discussed their studies. And all the things they already told each other thru the phone and email.
“One day, we’re going to build our own company. We’ll only deliver the truth, and we won’t buy into any propaganda shit, we will be unstoppable.”
Yujin laughed at Wonyoung’s ambition. “Promise?”
Wonyoung held out her pinky. “Promise.”
After a while, Leeseo, tired from all the excitement and games, sat down and showed them her legs. “Unnie, look,” she said, pointing to the small bruises.
“Okay, little one. We’ll play more later, go to grandma,” Yujin told her.
“It’s good to be back,” Wonyoung whispered as they watched Leeseo disappear to the kitchen.
“It’s good to have you home,” Yujin replied.
***
“Hey, Eunbi unnie, have you seen Wonyoung?” Yujin scanned the desks, and have been looking for Wonyoung but she couldn’t spot her.
“Oh, Wonyoung called in sick today. She’s been feeling under the weather. You can just send her the reports to her mail.”
“Alright, I’ll do that.”
As she turned to leave, Eunbi called after her. “Actually, Yujin, it’s better to just drop the reports at her apartment if you have time, she might not open her laptop or phone at all.”
Yujin paused, considering the suggestion. She knew it would be quicker to just send an email, but she was concerned on how Wonyoung was doing. “Yeah, I can do that.”
***
Wonyoung sat at her desk in her London dorm room, staring at her laptop screen and outside, the rain tapped steadily against the window. It was the third Sunday that Yujin had missed their weekly video calls, and her patience was wearing thin.
She glanced at her phone, scrolling through their message thread. Her texts to Yujin were left mostly unread, and the few that were answered came with brief, rushed response. She was disappointed and frustrated. She angrily slammed her laptop shut, running a hand through her hair in exasperation. “Why can’t she just make time?”
Wonyoung paced the small room, she missed Yujin terribly, and it felt like with each passing day, the distance between them was growing more than just physical. The promises they made, the dreams they shared - all of it seemed to be slipping through her fingers.
She sat down on her bed, pulling her knees to her chest and resting her head on them. Tears welled up in her eyes as she thought about their last conversation, how Yujin had promised to keep in touch and make time for their calls. It felt like a betrayal and she couldn’t shake the feeling of being abandoned.
Picking up her phone once more, she typed out a message, her fingers trembling slightly. Yujin, where are you? I miss you. Can we please talk? It’s been too long. She hit send and tossed the phone aside, not expecting a reply.
***
Yujin stood outside Wonyoung’s apartment door, she pressed the doorbell several times, waiting anxiously. There was no response at first, and she began to worry if Wonyoung was even home. She pulled out her phone and dialed the number she got from Eunbi, listening intently as the phone rang.
After a few rings, Wonyoung’s voice came through the phone, slightly hoarse and interrupted by coughs. Yujin quickly explained that she was outside and needed to drop off some documents. Wonyoung, between coughs, managed to give Yujin the passcode to unlock the door.
Yujin entered the apartment quietly, noticing the dimly lit space and the faint sound of the TV playing in the background. She followed the instructions to leave the documents on the coffee table in the living room. However, as she turned to leave, she heard another fit of coughing from down the hallway.
Concerned, she hurried towards the door on her left and found Wonyoung lying on her bed, wrapped in blankets. Her face was flushed with fever, and she looked visibly unwell. Yujin rushed to her side, helping her sit up. Wonyoung’s eyes were watery, her cheeks red, clearly struggling with the illness.
“You’re burning! Have you taken your medicine?” yujin asked softly, her voice laced with worry.
Wonyoung shook her head weakly, admitting she hadn’t. Yujin then retrieved a cold towel from the bathroom and placed it on Wonyoung’s forehead to help reduce the fever. “I’ll make you something to eat.”
Yujin went to the kitchen, assessing what ingredients were available. She decided to prepare a chicken soup, knowing Wonyoung might not even have the energy for a heavy meal. Returning to the bedroom with a bowl of warm soup, Yujin helped Wonyoung sit up again. She gently fed her spoonfuls of the nourishing broth, ensuring Wonyoung ate despite her protests that she wasn’t hungry.
As the hours passed into midnight, Yujin found herself still by Wonyoung’s side in her dimly lit bedroom. Wonyoung’s fever persisted, neither spiking dangerously high nor subsiding completely, leaving Yujin torn between staying and leaving. Despite Wonyoung’s insistence that she would manage on her own, Yujin couldn’t bring herself to leave her.
“It’s okay, really,” Wonyoung had whispered weakly earlier, her voice strained from coughing. “You don’t have to stay. I’ll be fine.”
Yujin shook her head gently. “I want to stay. It’s not a bother.”
Wonyoung managed a faint smile, gratitude flickering in her eyes. “Thank you, Yujin.”
Yujin pulled the couch closer to Wonyoung’s bed, settling in for the night. She checked Wonyoung’s temperature periodically, making sure she was comfortable and offering water or medicine when needed. Eventually, Wonyoung’s exhaustion overtook her, and she drifted off into a restless sleep.
Left alone in the quiet of the apartment, Yujin took out her phone and decided to resume watching a drama series, occasionally glancing over at Wonyoung to check on her. Moments later, Yujin felt a gentle grasp around her hand. Startled, she looked down to see Wonyoung weakly holding onto her, her fingers intertwined with Yujin’s.
“Wonyoung,” Yujin whispered, trying to gently free her hand, but Wonyoung surprised her by pulling her closer. Before Yujin could protest further, Wonyoung shifted on the bed and pulled Yujin towards her, wrapping her arms around her.
“I’m so happy to see you again,” Wonyoung murmured softly. “I love you.”
Yujin’s heart skipped a beat at the unexpected confession. She could feel Wonyoung’s warmth against her, the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. For a moment, Yujin was transported back to their past, to moments of intimacy and closeness they once shared. With a gentle sigh, Yujin leaned into her embrace, silently accepting the warmth and vulnerability they both shared in that moment.
***
Yujin sat on her bed, her body tense as she gripped the bed sheets tightly. The muffled sounds of her parents’ shouting seeped through the thin walls of their house, each harsh word making her flinch. She held Leeseo close, her little sister’s fragile frame tucked against her side, headphones covering her ears in an attempt to shield her from the chaos.
Leeseo, now diagnosed with stage one cancer, clung to Yujin, her eyes wide with fear. Yujin stroked her sister’s hair, humming a song to comfort her, even as her own heart pounded with anxiety.
“It’s okay, Leeseo. Just listen to the music, okay?” Yujin whispered, trying to keep her voice steady. She could feel the tension and nervousness in Leeseo’s small body and it broke her heart.
The shouting grew louder, her father’s voice filled with desperation and her mother’s with anger and frustration. They were arguing about the mounting debts and the growing financial burden that was tearing their family apart.
Yujin clenched her jaw, feeling utterly helpless. Her eyes welled up with tears, but she refused to let them fall. She had to be strong for Leeseo. She couldn’t afford to break down.
Her thoughts drifted to Wonyoung, who was thousands of miles away in London. She missed her terribly and longed for her comforting presence, but she couldn’t bring herself to burden Wonyoung with her problems. She couldn’t explain the nightmare her life had become, not when all of Wonyoung’s messages were full of cheerfulness.
***
The next morning, Yujin woke up with Wonyoung nestled against her, their limbs entangled under the blanket. Wonyoung’s head rest on Yujin’s chest, her arms wrapped tightly around her. Yujin carefully checked Wonyoung’s forehead with the back of her hand. The fever had gone down, leaving only a slight warmth. Relieved, she tried to shift without waking her, but Wonyoung groaned softly and hugged her even tighter.
As Yujin’s lips brushed against Wonyoung’s forehead, she felt a flutter in her chest. Wonyoung stirred, her eyes slowly opening. She looked up at Yujin with a sleepy gaze and then leaned up to peck her lips softly. It was brief, barely more than a brush of lips, but it left Yujin stunned and frozen. She didn’t react, she doesn’t know what to think. Wonyoung’s breathing steadied again, and she seemed to drift back into a deeper sleep.
***
Yujin hesitated before answering the unexpected video call from Wonyoung. Her heart pounded as she finally tapped the screen, and Wonyoung’s familiar face appeared. She was happy to see and hear her, but there was a wave of anxiety washed over her.
“Hey,” Yujin said, her voice flat, her eyes avoiding the camera.
Wonyoung’s initial excitement faded quickly as she took in Yujin’s weary expression. “Yujin! It’s been so long! How are you?” she asked, trying to sound cheerful.
“Fine,” Yujin replied shortly. “How about you?”
Wonyoung’s smile wavered. “I’m okay, I guess. How’s school?”
“Busy,” Yujin answered, not offering any details. “What about you? How’s London?”
“It’s great, but… Yujin, what happened? Where have you been? What’s going on?”
Yujin shifted uncomfortably, staring at the floor. “Just busy… a lot of stuff,” she mumbled.
Wonyoung’s frustration bubbled over. “Stuff? That’s all you can say? I’ve been trying to reach you for months! You’re making me look stupid!”
Yujin stayed silent, her eyes fixed on the floor, the weight of her reality pressing down on her.
Wonyoung’s voice cracked as she continued, tears streaming down her face. “You’re heartless, Yujin. You’re so fucking selfish. You don’t reply, you don’t call back. You don’t care about me anymore!”
Yujin’s silence was deafening, her face devoid of emotion, which only fueled Wonyoung’s anger.
“I hate you!” Wonyoung shouted, her sobs making her words tremble. “I will never message you again.”
With that, Wonyoung ended the call, leaving Yujin staring at the darkened screen. The emptiness that followed was suffocating, and Yujin could feel her chest tighten with the pain of their shattered connection. She tried to send Wonyoung a message saying she was sorry, but it doesn’t get delivered anymore. She was blocked. She had lost her best friend, the one person who had always been there for her. And it’s all her fault.
***
After spending the whole night and day tending to Wonyoung, eventually decided it was time to head home, back to her responsibilities. She made sure Wonyoung was comfortably settled on the couch, with a fresh cup of tea and a blanket. “Make sure to call me if you need anything, okay?”
Wonyoung, still feeling a bit weak but much better, nodded appreciatively. “I will. Thanks, Yujin.”
With one last look to ensure everything was in order, Yujin left, closing the door quietly behind her. Wonyoung, now alone, took a moment to scan her apartment. She was surprised to see how spotless it was. The floors shone, reflecting the morning light, and the kitchen sink sparkled without a trace of the usual clutter. The living room smelled fresh and inviting, a subtle floral scent filling the air.
On the dining table, Wonyoung noticed a neatly arranged basket of fruits and a couple of containers with homemade food. Beside them was a small note in Yujin’s handwriting. “Get well soon.”
A wave of appreciation and guilt washed over Wonyoung as she looked around the care Yujin had put into cleaning and preparing everything. Despite all the teasing and pranks at work, Yujin had gone out of her way to take care of her when she didn’t have to.
***
The funeral was a bleak affair, shrouded in the somber gray of a rainy afternoon. Yujin stood by the graveside, her eyes hollow and red-rimmed from days of crying. The pandemic restrictions meant that only family could attend, and that her parents need to be buried fast. It was just her, Leeseo and Grandma Gaeul standing there, separated from the rest of the world by grief and silence.
Yujin’s heart felt like a heavy stone in her chest as she stared at the two caskets, side by side, lowered into the ground. She clutched Leeseo’s hand tightly, the little girl trembling beside her. Grandma Gaeul stood on the other side, her frail frame shaking with quiet sobs.
Her parents were gone, taken from them in an instant by a tragic car accident. Yujin stepped forward, holding two single white rose. She knelt by the graves and gently placed the rose on top of her mother’s casket, then on her father’s. “I promise I’ll take care of Leeseo.”
Leeseo’s tiny hands gripped Yujin’s with all the strength she could muster. Grandma Gaeul placed a comforting hand on Yujin’s shoulder. And in that moment, Yujin realized that she’s now the pillar of strength in their family. The darkness was overwhelming, but she would find a way through it. She had to, because they were counting on her.
***
The following day, Wonyoung decided to visit Yujin. She had been given an extra day to recover, and she wanted to use it to thank Yujin personally. She still remembered where Yujin lived. They had been best friends once, after all.
Wonyoung arrived at Yujin’s home around dinner time, carrying a box of donuts, steaks and chicken. Grandma Gaeul wasted, much older now, was surprised to see her but greeted her with a warm smile. “Wonyoung! It’s been so long! Come in, come in.”
Wonyoung stepped inside, feeling the familiar warmth of the house. “Thank you, Grandma. It’s good to see you!”
As she entered the living room, she saw Leeseo, now a few inches taller, who looked up in surprise and then delight. “Wonyoung unnie! You’re here!”
Wonyoung smiled, holding up the box of donuts. “I remembered you like these, so I brought some. And dinner.”
Leeseo’s eyes lit up. “Donuts! Thank you unnie!”
However, as Wonyoung took a closer look at Leeseo, she noticed something that made her pause. A scarf was wrapped around Leeseo’s head, she was bald and it took Wonyoung a moment to process the sight. She quickly masked her surprise with a smile, not wanting to make Leeseo uncomfortable.
They sat down together, and Wonyoung handed the box of donuts to Leeseo. “I hope you still like them as much as you used to.” Then she looked around, noticing the absence of Yujin. “Is Yujin still at work?”
Grandma Gaeul nodded. “Yes, she had to stay late tonight. She’ll be home soon, though. You should wait for her.”
***
Yujin arrived home late from work, exhausted but relieved to finally be done today. As she unlocked the front door and stepped inside, she was greeted by the sounds of laughter and conversation drifted from the dining room, making her pause in surprise.
She walked towards the dining room, and stopped in her tracks when she saw Wonyoung sitting at the table, sharing dinner with Leeseo and Grandma Gaeul. The scene was both unexpected and heartwarming.
“Wonyoung?”
Wonyoung looked up. “Yujin, you’re home. We saved you some dinner. Come join us.”
“Wonyoung unnie brought donuts and dinner!” Leeseo shared.
Yujin put down her bag and joined them at the table. As they ate, the atmosphere was filled with easy conversation. She felt her exhaustion melting away, replaced by an easy feeling that came from being surrounded by the people she cared about. She glanced at Wonyoung, who was laughing at something Leeseo said, and felt a twinge of the old connection they once share.
After dinner, Yujin and Wonyoung stepped out into the garden. They found a quiet spot under the stars, and Yujin pulled out a pack of cigarettes. She offered one to Wonyoung, who accepted with a nod.
They lit their cigarettes, and smoked in silence for a few moments. Wonyoung finally broke the silence. “I hope my visit didn’t make you uncomfortable.”
Yujin exhaled a cloud of smoke, shaking her head. “No, it didn’t. I was just surprised. You’ll always be welcome here, Wonyoung.”
Wonyoung looked relieved but still contemplative. “Why didn’t you tell me about what happened with Leeseo and your parents? I had no idea things were so hard for you.”
Yujin stared at the ground, her cigarette burning between her fingers. “You sounded so happy whenever you message me. How could I respond to that? I didn’t want to share the misery.”
Wonyoung’s eyes softened. “I wish you had. I would have been there for you, we were best friends.”
Yujin took a deep drag from her cigarette, the smoke filling her lungs before she slowly exhaled. “I know. But back then, it felt easier to just… disappear. I didn’t want to bring you down with everything I was dealing with.”
Wonyoung reached out and gently touched Yujin’s arm. “You wouldn’t have. I’m sorry if my messages made you feel like you couldn’t talk to me.”
Yujin smiled at her. “Thank you for coming, Wonyoungie. It really meant a lot to me, so truce?” she said, changing the subject.
“Truce.” Wonyoung laughed. “I’m glad I came. But I should get going now. I’ll see you at work tomorrow.” Wonyoung took a step closer and before Yujin could react, leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. “Goodnight, Yujin.”
Yujin stood there, speechless and smiling, as Wonyoung waked to her car. She watched as Wonyoung got in and drove away, the tail lights fading into the night. Just as she turned back towards the house, she caught the sight of Leeseo and her grandma peeking through the window, clearly having witnessed the whole scene.
Yujin laughed and called out, “It’s bad to eavesdrop, you know!”
Leeseo and Grandma Gaeul quickly ducked away, trying to stifle their giggles. Yujin shook her head, still smiling, and made her way inside.
“Goodnight, you two,” she said warmly as she headed to her room, feeling lighter than she had in a long time.
***
Eunbi clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention. “Alright, everyone, just a quick reminder about my wedding next month! I hope you all have it marked on your calendars.”
Everyone cheered. Chaeyon and Yuri, their co-workers immediately started discussing dress options and travel plans as the lunch break ended.
“Wonyoung, are you going to Eunbi’s wedding?” Chaeyon asked, turning towards her.
“Of course! Wouldn’t miss it.”
“You’re gonna be so pretty!” Yuri added.
As the conversation continued, Wonyoung turned to Yujin, who was finishing up her lunch. “Are you going, Yujin?”
Yujin hesitated, unsure. “I don’t know yet. I’ll think about it.”
Eunbi, who was nearby, overhead and decided to chime in. “Yujin, you better be there! If not, I might have to fire you,” she teased.
Yujin laughed, hands up in the air. “Okay, okay. I guess I have no choice now.”
Wonyoung smiled, seizing the moment. “Do you want to go together?”
Yujin nodded. “Sounds like a plan.”
***
Yujin pulled up in front of Wonyoung’s apartment, the car’s headlights cutting through the early morning mist. She honked twice, and moments later. Wonyoung emerged, looking stylish and beautiful as ever. She slid into the passenger seat.
“Morning,” Wonyoung greeted, buckling her seatbelt.
“Morning,” Yujin replied. “Ready for the long drive?”
The drive started smoothly, with light-hearted conversation, work and laughter filling the car. But as they traveled further, dark clouds began to gather, and soon the heavens opened up, releasing a torrential downpour. The rain pounded against the windshield, making visibility poor and the roads dangerously slick.
“I think we should find a place to stop,” Yujin said. Then she carefully maneuvered the car off the highway and pulled into the parking lot of a small, cozy-looking hotel. They hurried inside, drenched from the short dash through the rain.
At the front desk, the clerk apologized. “I’m sorry, but we only have one room left. Double bed.”
“We’ll take it. It’s better than driving in this weather.” Wonyoung said, not even bothering to ask Yujin.
***
Yujin and Wonyoung settled into the small hotel room, the sound of rain drumming against the window.
“Do you think Eunbi unnie will be mad?”
Yujin shrugged, her eyes on her phone. “Probably not. She’ll understand and besides, we did let her know.”
The rain intensified, making it clear that driving tonight would be unwise.
***
Yujin and Wonyoung sat cross-legged on the bed, enjoying the instant ramen.
“Classic after school dinner,” Wonyoung remarked as she picked up her chopsticks.
“Feels nostalgic,” Yujin agreed, blowing on the steaming noodles before taking a bite. The rich broth and familiar taste brought back memories of late-night study sessions and spontaneous dinners.
“Remember when we used to do this after cram school? Sneak off to that 24-hour convenience store?” Wonyoung laughed.
They continued eating in a comfortable silence, the bond between them quietly reweaving itself. The rain outside seemed to intensify, contrast to the atmosphere inside the hotel room which was only warmth.
After finishing their meal, Wonyoung set the empty bowls aside. “That was good. Simple, but good.”
They changed into the provided pajamas. Wonyoung finished brushing her teeth and returned to bed finding Yujin already settled in. She climbed under the covers. Yujin lay on her side. “Ready to sleep?
Without warning, Yujin leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to Wonyoung’s cheek. “Goodnight,” she whispered. Before Wonyoung could react, Yujin turned back around, pulling the blanket up to her chin and hiding her face. Wonyoung’s hands instinctively reached up to touch the spot where Yujin’s lips had been. She smiled, her heart fluttering. “Goodnight, Yujin,” she replied.
***
Yujin slowly woke up to the soft light of the morning filtering through the curtains. As her eyes fluttered open, she found herself face-to-face with Wonyoung, who was lying on her side, her face just inches away. Wonyoung’s eyes were open, a gentle smile playing on her lips.
“Good morning,” Wonyoung said softly.
Yujin felt a wave of awkwardness, but also a strange sense of contentment at seeing Wonyoung so close. “Good morning,” she replied, her voice a bit groggy. Then, with a teasing glint in her eye, she added, “Were you watching me sleep?”
Wonyoung’s cheeks flushed slightly as she laughed. “I’m sorry if that’s weird. I just find you so adorable when you’re sleeping, you look like a little puppy.”
Yujin couldn’t look away either from Wonyoung’s eyes, mesmerized by the sincerity and beauty she saw there. Wonyoung let out a groan. “Now I don’t want to leave this hotel room.”
Lying on bed, they found themselves lost in each other’s eyes. They gazed at each other for a moment. Unexpectedly, as if drawn by an invisible force, Yujin leaned in and kissed Wonyoung. It was gentle, exploratory kiss, but it quickly deepened as Wonyoung kissed her back.
And it was interrupted by Yujin’s phone ringing. She pulled back from Wonyoung who took the pillow to cover her face and groaned.
Yes, unnie. We’re gonna leave now. Yujin said to the phone, then ended the call, urging for Wonyoung to get up. “Don’t wanna… I wanna cuddle.” Wonyoung pouted.
“Let’s go, we’re gonna cuddle again later. We missed the rehearsal, we are gonna miss the the wedding if we don’t leave now.”
“Promise?” Wonyoung asked.
“Promise.”
***
The wedding ceremony was intimate, a small gathering of close friends and family in a charming garden setting. The aisle was lined with delicate flowers, and a gentle breeze rustled through the leaves, adding a touch of magic to the moment.
Eunbi walked down the aisle with all smiles, her face radiant with happiness. Her fiance stood at the altar, silent tears streaming down his face as he watched her walk towards him. Everyone present could feel the deep love they shared.
The ceremony proceeded smoothly, as Eunbi and her fiance exchanged their vows, Wonyoung, seated beside Yujin, found herself moved to tears.
Throughout the ceremony, Yujin occasionally turned her head to make a comment to Wonyoung, but each time she found Wonyoung already looking at her with a soft smile on her lips. Their eyes would meet, and Wonyoung would gently poke Yujin’s cheek before turning back to watch the ceremony.
As the white limo carrying Eunbi and her new spouse drove away, Yujin and Wonyoung stood side by side, waving and cheering along with the ret of the guests.
“Do you think you’re capable of loving someone that much, Yujin?”
Yujin, still watching the retreating limo, shrugged slightly. “Marriage is kind of crazy if you think about it. Loving someone so much you want to spend the rest of your life with them, choosing them every day until you die.”
Wonyoung turned to look at Yujin. “You didn’t answer my question.”
Yujin finally met Wonyoung’s gaze, a bit flustered. “I don’t know. What about you?”
“I think I can,” Wonyoung said as she continued to stare at Yujin, her eyes tracing the familiar features she had known since they were kids - the sharp nose, the expressive eyes, the lips that often carried a teasing smile. “I’ve always thought I could,” she added.
The reception was lively, filled with the sound of laughter and music as Yujin and Wonyoung joined their coworkers on the dance floor. They danced playfully, moving with exaggerated, silly motions that had everyone around them in stitches. The upbeat song kept their energy high then the music shifted into something slow and sweet, changing the mood of the room. Wonyoung turned to her coworkers, “Mind if I steal Yujin for a moment?”
Their coworkers, already used to the banter between them, began to tease. “No fighting okay?” Nako said.
“Enemies to lovers are my favorite trope.” Sakura added.
Yujin chuckled as she guided Wonyoung, instantly wrapped her arms around Wonyoung’s waist, drawing her close. Wonyoung responded by draping her arms around Yujin’s neck. “Well, aren’t we romantic,” she teased.
“I have my moments.” Yujin replied.
“You do,” Wonyoung breathed.
They swayed together, moving slowly to the rhythm of the music. The world around them seemed to fade away as they danced, their eyes locked on each other. Then all of a sudden, Wonyoung’s lips were on hers. The kiss was soft, sweet, and over all too soon. Yujin opened her mouth to say something, but Wonyoung shook her head, placing a gentle finger on Yujin’s lips. “Can we stay like this for a little while?” Wonyoung asked softly, leaning her forehead against Yujin’s shoulder.
Yujin wrapped her arms tighter around Wonyoung, resting her cheek against Wonyoung’s hair. “Of course.”
They stayed wrapped in each other’s arms until the song ended, swaying gently to the fading notes. As the music shifted to something more upbeat again, Wonyoung tugged Yujin’s hand and whispered, “Let’s get out of here.”
Yujin followed, letting Wonyoung guide her as they slipped through the crowd and out in the garden, finding a secluded spot within a small maze of hedges. Just as Yujin was about to speak, Wonyoung interrupted her with another kiss. This time, it wasn’t soft and gentle. It was passionate and heated, filled with intensity that took Yujin’s breath away. Wonyoung’s hand roamed, exploring Yujin’s back, pulling her closer, fingers tangling in her hair.
Yujin felt a rush of emotions, overwhelmed by Wonyoung’s kisses. She could sense the desperation, the longing that had built up between them over the years. The line they never dared to cross until now. Then, Wonyoung pulled back slightly, her breath mingling with Yujin’s. “Do you want to go to the hotel room upstairs?”
Yujin blinked, taken aback for a moment. “Are you… do you mean…”
“I know what I’m asking, Yujin. Do you want to go to the room upstairs?”
“Yes, but are you sure? I mean, are we not rushing things?”
Wonyoung chuckled. “I think I’ve waited too long, actually. Do you want to go upstairs?”
“Yes, let’s go.” Yujin’s smile widened and she took Wonyoung’s hand.
***
They made their way to the elevator, ditching the whole reception. The elevator dinged, and they stepped out, walking down the hallway. Wonyoung slid a card into a door. “This is against company rules,” Yujin said.
Wonyoung stopped at the door, turning to face Yujin. “I’m not here to talk about work, baby. If you bring it up again, I’ll have to punish you tonight.”
Yujin’s breath hitched at the playful yet serious threat, her pulse racing. Wonyoung opened the door and pulled Yujin inside, closing it behind them. In an instant, Yujin was pressed against the door frame, Wonyoung’s lips finding hers again with urgency. Her kisses trailed from Yujin’s lips down her neck, her hands exploring with a confidence that made Yujin’s resolve waver. Yujin’s thoughts of professional integrity were melting away, replaced by a deep, primal desire for Wonyoung.
“Wonyoung…” Yujin breathed.
Wonyoung pulled back just enough to look into Yujin’s eyes. “Yes?” she asked, her voice husky.
Yujin couldn’t form the words, but her body answered for her, pressing closer to Wonyoung. With a mischievous smile, Wonyoung knelt down before her, her hand sliding up Yujin’s thighs, sliding down her underwear.
Yujin’s mind was a blur, all coherent thoughts replaced by the overwhelming sensations Wonyoung was stirring within her. She was giving in completely, letting herself be consumed by the moment and the woman before her.
When Yujin had her first orgasm for the night, she felt a sense of competitiveness, she immediately pulled Wonyoung’s face and kissed her, grabbed her butt and managed to carry her across the room. Wonyoung was incredibly light even if they were the same height.
Yujin tossed her backward onto the king sized bed. She swiftly removed her own dress, her movements driven by a desperation she hadn’t felt in a long time.
Wonyoung reached to unfasten her own dress, but Yujin’s hand shot out, stopping her. “Let me do it,” she murmured. Her fingers trembled slightly as she undid the clasp of Wonyoung’s dress, peeling it away to reveal the smooth, soft skin. And she realized how desperate she was for her all this time. The lust she was feeling was overwhelming.
Her hands moved to Wonyoung’s breasts, massaging them gently until her nipples were hard under her touch. Unable to resist, Yujin took one nipple into her mouth, circling her tongue around it until Wonyoung writhed beneath her. She gave the same attention to the other breast, eliciting soft moans from Wonyoung as her fingers tangled in Yujin’s hair, tugging slightly and encouraging her further. The sound of Wonyoung’s breathy sighs and the feel of her arching under her touch drove Yujin wild with desire.
As yujin kissed her way down Wonyoung’s body, down to her flat stomach, her lips trailing a path of fire, she reached the edge of Wonyoung’s underwear. Slowly, she peeled them away, leaving Wonyoung completely naked beneath her. Yujin paused for a moment, taking in the sight before her. A glorious sight.
Yujin’s hand roamed Wonyoung’s body, her fingers finally slipping between her legs. Wonyoung groaned as Yujin slid one finger inside her, moving in and out with a deliberate rhythm. Her hips bucked slightly in response, a soft moan escaping her lips.
“Yujin, all I want tonight,” Wonyoung whispered, her voice breathy and urgent, “is for you to fuck my brains out.”
“Fuck.” Yujin’s eyes darkened with desire at Wonyoung’s words. She added another finger, increasing the pace, her thumb finding Wonyoung’s clit and rubbing gentle, teasing circles. Her mouth followed the path of her hands, kissing and nipping Wonyoung’s inner thighs, driving her wild.
Wonyoung’s body responded eagerly, arching into Yujin’s touch. Every nerve ending was on fire, and all she could think about was the pleasure Yujin was giving her. Yujin’s eyes never left hers, watching every reaction, every gasp and moan. Wonyoung’s orgasm hit her like a punch to the gut, her body shuddered.
When Wonyoung finally came down from her high, Yujin repositioned herself, lying down beside her but with her head nestled between Wonyoung’s legs. Wonyoung mirrored the position, their bodies forming a perfect, intimate symmetry.
Yujin’s mouth found Wonyoung’s again, her tongue skillfully exploring, while Wonyoung responded in kind, their breaths mingling in symphony of gasps and moans. Yujin’s own desired flared as Wonyoung’s tongue found her most sensitive spot, and she returned the favor, bringing Wonyoung back to the edge.
The room was filled with the sounds of their shared pleasure, each lost in the other’s touch, their movements synchronized. Wonyoung’s hand gripped Yujin’s hips, pulling her closer as they bothe teetered on the brink of another release. Every flick of the tongue, every gasp and sigh, their fingers moving in and out until finally, they both tumbled over the edge together, their bodies convulsing in a shared, exquisite release.
***
Yujin slowly stirred awake, her eyes fluttering open to the sight of sunlight streaming through the curtains. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, she realized it was already past noon. She rubbed her eyes and stretched, the events of the previous night flooding back to her in happiness.
Sitting up, she saw Wonyoung at the small table in their hotel room, lunch laid out before her. Wonyoung looked up and grinned. “Good afternoon, sleepyhead. Sex must’ve been so good you slept through the entire morning.”
Yujin smirked, her voice still groggy. “Must’ve been awful for you then, if you didn’t sleep so peacefully.”
Wonyoung chuckled and shook her head. “No. It was the Best.Night.Ever. Actually, I’ve been awake for a while, but I didn’t want to disturb you. You looked too cute while sleeping.” She got up from the table and walked over to Yujin, something glinting in her hand. She draped a heart-shaped necklace around Yujin’s neck, fastening it securely.
“What’s this?” Yujin squinted.
“A collar for my puppy.”
Yujin burst into laughter, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “A collar, huh? I didn’t realize I was your pet.”
Wonyoung leaned in, her lips brushing against Yujin’s. “You’ve always been mine.”
“Well, if I’m your puppy, does that mean I get treats too?”
“Of course. Breakfast - well, lunch - is ready.” She took Yujin’s hand and led her to the table.
After a leisurely lunch filled with playful banters. They found themselves back on the bed, propped up by pillows and wrapped in each other’s arms.
Wonyoung leaned her head on Yujin’s shoulder. “You know,” she began softly. “I’ve always believed that we were meant to be together, no matter what.”
Yujin smiled. “We’ve been through so much.”
Wonyoung lifted her head to look into Yujin’s eyes. “Let’s promise each other, right here and now, we’ll always be together. No more misunderstandings, no more distance, no more miscommunication. Just us.”
Yujin cupped Wonyoung’s face. “Promise. And I’m sorry I wasn’t so honest back then.”
“And I’m sorry for not sensing something was wrong.” Wonyoung replied. “And fuck pandemic, I would’ve flown back to Korea that summer and confront you myself.”
Yujin laughed. “Yeah, fuck pandemic.
“I love you, Yujin. I’ve always have. More than a friend.”
“I know. I’ve always felt the same, but I was in denial about it then.”
“So, what’s next on our agenda? More food? Go back to Seoul? More sex?”
Wonyoung paused for a moment, thinking. “Mmm, let’s take a shower, say goodbye to Eunbi and our colleagues, go back to Seoul, buy food and have plenty of sex.”
Yujin nodded, kissing Wonyoung on the lips. “Sounds perfect.”