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"Hyune," Jisung begs, clinging onto Hyunjin's arm.
Jisung had spent the day extra cranky because she's on her period, with her knees pulled to her chest and sulking. Hyunjin had only managed to pull her outside with the promise of picking up painkillers at the convenience store on the corner and a stop at the nearby cafe for cheesecake on the way back.
She looks up at Hyunjin only to notice that she's looking back. Hyunjin's hair is cut to her chin, cute and trendy as always, and right now she has it redyed black for a change. She tucks it behind her ear, only for it to fall back out of place.
Jisung releases Hyunjin's arm and runs her hand through her own hair, suddenly feeling mousy and unkempt. Hers is cut short, buzzed at the nape with floppy bangs, fried from repeated bleaching. She hasn't washed it on top of everything.
"What is it?"
"I want two slices," Jisung answers, instead of the truth, which is that she was just whining at Hyunjin because she likes the attention it gets her.
"Alright. It's one of those days, huh?"
Jisung tucks her face into Hyunjin's side for a moment before letting go entirely. "Hungry. In pain. You'll pay for mine, won't you?"
"I see how it is. You're only asking after you've decided on two. Moocher."
Jisung tucks her tongue under her upper lip, smiles, and shrugs. She isn't paying much attention to where she's walking, but it's still not her fault when she bumps into the guy on the sidewalk.
"Apologies!" He says. He's not looking at her, though. He's very clearly staring at Hyunjin. The collision suddenly makes sense; the usual distraction.
Hyunjin is stunning, even when she's simply going for an emergency trip down the street.
It's always been this way, all the way back since first year of university when they met. Hyunjin is a head-turner in every way that Jisung isn't.
They've roomed together ever since second year, when they managed to put aside their disagreements long enough to understand that the arrangement would be beneficial for them both. It just became more obvious over time that Hyunjin was built differently from her–beautiful, sociable, dedicated, and skilled–even though Jisung eventually resented her less and less for it.
After they graduated last year, the differences between them only grew more apparent. Hyunjin started her new job months ago at the marketing department for the agency that she used to do modeling gigs for. She's still regularly meeting up with her dance group–Minho and Felix–for practice, for coffee, for a drink. She even continues to make time to coax out her friend from high school, Jeongin, despite the other girl's long-standing feigned reluctance.
Jisung, on the other hand, barely scraped by with a degree. She's only still in touch with Chan and Changbin in order to work on mixes and is still waiting tables at a family restaurant to make rent, having the occasional breakdown in the back kitchen.
Hyunjin straightens Jisung up and pulls her into her side, ignoring the bystander and moving past him down the street until the convenience store is in view.
Jisung doesn't say anything, only pulling away when they move through the entrance. She locates the shelf with the medications and picks out what she needs.
The employee behind the counter waiting to ring them up is a scruffy-haired girl with a flat expression.
"Seungmin," Jisung greets her.
Seungmin is the same age as them, and would have graduated with them had she not been going for a degree that requires another two years. She works with Jisung at the restaurant too, and thus has been witness to far too many of those snotty kitchen breakdowns of Jisung's. Between both jobs and school, Seungmin is constantly pulling shifts and running double-time.
Jisung doesn't know how she does it. She has to drag her own feet through the motions after just a few hours of taking orders and bussing tables, but Seungmin has told her that the constant work is the only thing that quiets her brain. Overthinker, that one.
Well, Jisung can sort of relate, although it's not quite the same.
"Jisung," Seungmin's acknowledges, then she looks a Hyunjin. "Oh, you're Minho-unnie's friend." She says "Minho" like it's something distasteful.
"This is Seungmin, my coworker," Jisung explains.
"The one still in university? Thanks for putting up with her all the time," Hyunjin says.
Seungmin takes the medication from Jisung and scans them. "Nice to meet you. I didn't know you two knew each other."
Jisung blinks, confused. That's not true.
"I'm Hyunjin. We're friends. And roommates. Has…Jisung not mentioned me?" Hyunjin sounds wary and her expression is pinched.
"No," Seungmin says, which is another blatant lie. She's so straight-faced about it that Jisung almost finds it admirable.
Jisung talks about Hyunjin more than anything; work, her family, music. Granted, she's complaining about her half of the time, but she's still the focus of conversation. She has no idea what Seungmin's angle is here. It's puzzling.
She takes out her money and pays.
Hyunjin shifts from one foot to the other. She seems annoyed. "Nice to meet you too. Jisung, I'm going to go ahead. I'll put our order in."
"Okay? I'll meet you there. Two slices, remember!"
"Yeah, yeah." She steps out of the automatic doors.
Seungmin hands the medication back and leans her chin on her hand. She seems bored again. "She's jealous."
"What? Hyunjin? Jealous of what?"
"What else? You."
"Don't be ridiculous. Jealous of what?" Jisung repeats.
"It's good, since you're so stupid over her. Maybe you can finally deal with all of that. You have enough issues."
"What?" Jisung says, hysterical. She's starting to feel like a parrot.
"You're cute, Jisung-ah, but playing stupid can only take you so far. If I have to hear you complain about how annoyingly pretty she is or how frustratingly talented, I might go kiss her myself."
"You're crazy! I'm not–"
"Thank you for your patronage. Please consider shopping here again."
Jisung takes the painkillers and the dismissal, mouth still open in disbelief.
Whatever that was about. She has a more pressing issue: cheesecake to get to, and she's not even paying for it.
*****
A week later, Jisung is having another inexplicably mopey day that has transitioned into evening.
She's in Hyunjin's room, sitting on the edge of her bed while Hyunjin is rifling through her closet.
Hyunjin has a date tonight, from what she's gathered.
Felix had introduced her to another girl. It seems she has an infinite supply of those; Australian friends visiting from abroad, blonde and tall and delightfully foreign, easily plied with tourist destination dates, or shy, pretty gamer girls that Felix brings around who open up like flowers with just the gentle touch of Hyunjin's fingers on their shoulders.
Hyunjin isn't discriminating. She likes butch women too, which, at one point, led to an agonizing month back in university where Jisung thought Hyunjin was into Changbin. She'd all but resigned herself to having to sit in a corner and watch them flirt for the rest of her miserable life.
Changbin had disabused her of this notion eventually, flicking her on the forehead when she'd asked. "Yah, Jisungie, I've just been helping her arrange a track for her next solo dance meet. What are you so concerned about?"
"Unnie," Jisung had complained, rubbing the reddening spot on her forehead, but she'd been inexplicably relieved.
Today isn't a formal date, apparently. They'll be meeting up at the usual bar with Minho and Felix, and, unfortunately, Jisung too.
Technically, Jisung doesn't want to tag along, even if they'll be meeting as a group. She always feels out of place, and having to watch Hyunjin hit it off with another girl again is…
But she can't get out of it without Hyunjin complaining until she gives in anyway. She's probably right. It's good for Jisung to get out now and again, even if it makes her skin feel tight and uncomfortable.
Better not to fight it. Waste of energy.
She focuses instead on picturing what Hyunjin will end up wearing tonight.
Hyunjin doesn't let her endlessly long legs stop her from wearing heels taller than the length of Jisung's hands, and she doesn't let her endlessly long legs stop her from wearing absolutely tiny, high-fashion minidresses either.
She's confident. It used to make Jisung so mad, because–well, she's not. She could never be.
True to form, Hyunjin is pulling out the usual; a slinky little mini wrap dress and a pair of spike-heeled sandals. She moves over to her vanity next and stands while she expertly applies her makeup.
"We'll take the subway. Save money," she tells Jisung, eyes wide in the mirror as she puts on mascara.
Jisung doesn't know why she tries so hard. She's seen Hyunjin so many times sitting cross-legged in a pair of sweatpants, bangs pulled up in tiny pigtails with her under-eyes puffy from several sleepless nights in a row–and she was still beautiful even then.
"Hannie, are you going to get dressed?" Her lipstick is pink tonight, perfect around the full shape of her lips. Jisung has seen that lipstick smudged over her mouth so often, when Hyunjin stumbles into the apartment late at night while Jisung is awake on the couch–not waiting up for her or anything, just…waiting.
"Careful, don't blink," Jisung taunts, sort of hoping that Hyunjin will actually mess up and she will end up with tiny black streaks around her eyes that they can laugh about until Hyunjin fixes it. When that doesn't happen, Jisung looks down at her clothes. She's still wearing a t-shirt and leggings. "Fine, I'll go change."
Walking the few steps to her own bedroom, she pouts.
Jisung likes to dress up too, she's just maybe not so good at it, according to everyone else. She likes to stand out. It's, of course, not "standing out" in the way that Hyunjin could effortlessly do even without going to all the trouble to look nice like she does.
Jisung likes loud colors, bold prints, oversized tops and tight-fitting skinny jeans, functionless zippers and buttons.
When Hyunjin goes out with designer sunglasses perched in her hair–never actually over her eyes–Jisung is still wearing hats that went out of style several years ago.
Hyunjin grouches at her about it sometimes, telling her she could be so cute if she tried, always trying to find something in her closet that fits Jisung before they go out together and failing.
One of the few times Jisung hung out by herself with Jeongin, who is stylish without really trying, Jeongin had refused to leave the apartment until Jisung had changed.
"Unnie, I don't know how else to say this, but that jacket is atrocious. I refuse to be seen with you like that."
"But," Jisung had said, looking down at herself. "I just bought it with my last paycheck." Then she had looked at Jeongin's uncompromising expression. "Ugh, fine," she'd agreed, turning back around. "Just change my jacket?"
"...And the pants, please."
Tonight, Jisung doesn't bother to put in the effort. It's not like the bar has a dress code. She pulls out a pair of jeans and a sleeveless hoodie while Hyunjin is finishing up, while she's probably in the next room hooking her bra, pulling the dress around herself, and tightening the belt to accentuate her waist.
Hyunjin pokes her head around the doorframe as Jisung is zipping up her hoodie. "Done yet?"
"You ask that like I'm the one who takes forever."
Hyunjin rolls her eyes. "Come on, then." She guides them out the door and locks it behind them, slipping both the key, her credit card, and her mobile into Jisung's hoodie pocket when she's done. "No pockets today," she explains, wiggling her empty fingers.
"No purse either?"
"It clashes."
"That's so dumb," Jisung says, but she doesn't actually complain. She puts her hands in the pocket and traces the ridges of the key and the edge of Hyunjin's mobile case next to her own.
She spends the subway ride standing behind Hyunjin, doing her best to block anyone's view up her dress. The car jolts at their station and even with Hyunjin's poise in heels, she stumbles into her. Jisung steadies her with a hand on her hip until the doors open and they exit.
Felix and Minho are already at the bar with their drinks when they arrive.
Felix is dolled up tonight too, hair piled on her head with loose strands framing her face, wearing a dress that swirls around her knees and with a faint blush on her cheeks that's not from alcohol.
Minho's only concession for tonight is wearing her long hair down, rather than up in the ponytail Jisung usually sees her in when she picks Hyunjin up from their practices.
Hyunjin pointedly takes the far chair, leaving the seat next to Minho empty for Jisung, letting her know without words that she expects her to socialize.
Minho nods at them both in turn and Felix waves.
Hyunjin flags down the bartender and orders for them both before she even sits down. "Have you been waiting long?"
"Nope!" Felix chirps.
"Interminably," Minho lies.
Jisung looks to the empty seat next to Hyunjin and then away, back to the other girls. She takes her drink in hand when the bartender slides it over.
Hyunjin takes a sip of her own. "I'll assume that means somewhere in the middle."
Jisung lets them talk, only speaking occasionally when she's addressed directly. The mentions of their last practice wash over her, since Hyunjin already has told her all about it. She tunes back in when she realizes her glass is sweating all over the table.
Hyunjin's drink is practically empty. "I'm bored."
It's already been half an hour and it seems tonight's date must be late. Jisung glances towards the door. "I thought you were meeting Felix's friend tonight?"
Hyunjin blinks at her. "No?" She waves one of her hands and knocks back the last of her drink with the other. "We messaged back and forth, but we decided it wasn't going anywhere."
"You decided," Felix pipes in. "She was very into you. I had to field several phone calls hearing all about how disappointed she was."
"Well," Hyunjin says guiltily, looking into her empty glass and shaking the ice around. "She's enthusiastic. I'm sure she'll find someone who's into her just as much."
"What about you, Jisung? What have you been up to?" Felix asks.
Jisung hates these questions. She doesn't have anything interesting to say. She answers at the same time that Hyunjin does, their voices overlapping. "Just work."
Jisung glances her way.
"What? It's true. You haven't been out to record or brainstorm in weeks."
"Chan-unnie is doing overtime as usual and Changbin-unnie is job-hunting again. I haven't even seen them. They've probably only seen each other because they live together," Jisung says defensively.
"They would make time for you if you asked. I called Changbin-unnie to ask if any of her guy friends would be interested in modeling for the bike campaign my company is running and she helped get me in contact with a couple of them."
Minho leans back in her chair with her arm draped over the back of Jisung's. "Channie-unnie is alive. I brought food over there the other day."
Felix perks up at the turn of conversation and asks guilelessly, pretty eyelashes fluttering, "oh, is unnie coming tonight?"
Jisung looks around and catches Minho's eyes, and a look passes between them the way it often does. They probably should hang out more, if Jisung could make herself ask and then brace herself against Minho's dry, dark sense of humor. She comes across as cold sometimes, though Jisung knows that's not really the case.
"Depends. Which unnie coming do you mean, Yongbok?" Minho asks, hiding a little smirk behind her glass.
"Both?" Felix squeaks. She coughs, choking on her drink. "Either, I mean! Either."
"I don't know that they could handle you, even between the two of them," Minho says, but it's pitched so that just Jisung can hear it.
Jisung studiously looks away so she doesn't start laughing.
Felix blinks. She's smoothing her skirt down over her knees. "What?"
"They're not coming tonight," Hyunjin finally answers.
For the better, probably, because the next time Jisung is in the studio where they occasionally rent slots to record in, it's going to be all she can do not to think about this. Felix really could go around leading them both by the nose if she wanted. She's enterprising enough, though she's too sweet to do it maliciously.
Jisung's humor doesn't last, because Hyunjin gets right back on her case. "Really, Hannie, you've been indoors too much when you're not at work."
Jisung sips her drink. Even though she's annoyed, she doesn't try to argue because Hyunjin always has to win when it comes to this subject.
"Maybe you should–find a date or something," Hyunjin suggests, but she purses her lips like she's tasting something sour. "We can set you up with someone."
"Ha! Who would want to? Date my friend Jisung, she's kind of a pathetic loser, but she's housetrained."
"Jisung-ah," Felix says reproachfully. She looks like she wants to reach over Minho and take Jisung's hand.
Hyunjin is unaffected, entirely used to her moods. "Plenty of people would jump at the chance."
Jisung laughs humorlessly. "Prove it. It's not like you'd want to date me."
Hyunjin turns sharply to glare at her. "That's a shitty thing to say."
"Why? It's true."
"It's not. You know it's not."
"That you'd be into someone like me? Right. Because all the countless girls you date are my spitting image," she says sarcastically.
Hyunjin looks more angry now, and insulted. The heat is high on her cheeks. "Not someone like you. You."
Jisung looks her square in the eyes, searching, but dead-set against believing whatever she might find there. "Pull the other one."
"You're such an asshole."
"Maybe you two should go talk," Felix suggests kindly.
"Go on. I'll take care of the tab," Minho says, in a way that Jisung knows she'll expect repayment in the form of an explanation after everything is sorted.
Jisung doesn't have confidence that everything will get sorted.
Jisung shuffles out from her chair. She almost expects Hyunjin to stay behind out of sheer stubbornness. She follows Jisung out into the night though, outside of the bar where it's quieter.
Jisung realizes she's going to have to be the first one to give in when Hyunjin remains stonily silent. She rubs her arms. "Why do you have to tease me like this? Especially about…this?"
"Do you really not know? Are you just that willfully ignorant? Or are you lying through your teeth?"
Jisung shakes her head. "Did you figure out that I–I didn't even know that I…Look, you've always gone out and fucked all these girls. And it bothers me! And I never understood why. I thought it was just one more thing you were good at that I wasn't. But you've never once looked at me that way, never even considered it."
"Then you haven't been paying attention."
"I have! Sometimes it seems like you're all I pay attention to. And you don't. You can't. All those girls–"
"You–you drive me crazy!" Hyunjin throws her hands up. "I'm all you pay attention to? I go on these dates all the time, and you never once said anything! Never once gave me the implication that you might–You know back in university? I started to sleep with girls and wish they were you, and I'd lie there feeling like garbage for it. I gave up on it ever making you jealous."
Jisung's mouth moves but her words are caught so deep in her throat that nothing can get out. Never jealous? She's been blindingly jealous all along.
Hyunjin keeps going. "Fuck, back in first year, the first time I had sex–I couldn't even stand you back then! I made a joke at a party about how hot I thought you were, said I would pin you against a wall if you let me, and you said you'd never touch me even if I was your last option. I found the first girl who looked at me and took her back to my room. It's always been you!"
Always. Jisung is reeling. Her heart is racing, and she's not a stranger to that, with her anxiety, but this is in a way it never has before. Yeah, Jisung is familiar with "always," even if she's never wanted to confront it before. "Hyunjin. Hyunjin, me too." She reaches out desperately and pulls Hyunjin against her.
Hyunjin crumples into her shoulder. "You're so stupid."
"I am. So stupid," Jisung agrees. Her eyes are still wide. "You're stupid too." She slides her hand up to support Hyunjin's back, fingers twisting in the material of her dress.
"I know. I should have been able to get over you after all this time, but I can't."
"I'm glad you didn't. Maybe that's shitty to say, and I wish we'd talked about this earlier, saved us from–all of this, but I–I want you so badly. I didn't want to face it, because you're–you. You're everything. How could you ever want me?"
"'How'? You're so cute, and talented, and so fucking passionate, you know? You have no idea how much I've admired you, even back in the beginning. How much I emulated you, trying to put in as much effort with the things I care about, the way you do with yours."
Jisung is blushing, and she's relieved that Hyunjin can't see it. It doesn't seem possible, the things she's saying. How could they be true? With everything she thinks about how amazing Hyunjin is, how could Hyunjin even believe a fraction of that about her?
"Don't tell me I'm lying again," Hyunjin says into her shoulder, because she knows Jisung, and knows that she's having a hard time believing this. She leans back up to look her in the face, but doesn't separate them. "You're incredible, Han Jisung, even if you're also a pain in the ass."
"You're the most amazing person on the planet," Jisung admits. "You're so pretty and talented that it annoys me on a daily basis."
"So you tell me. On a daily basis."
"Can I kiss–" she starts, only Hyunjin doesn't let her finish. She cups Jisung's face in both hands and kisses her. Jisung's eyes slip shut and she covers Hyunjin's hands with hers, fitting her fingers between her own.
It's slow and careful until Hyunjin's tongue glides over the seam of her lips and suddenly it's not.
It's night. They're outdoors. It should be chilly, but Jisung is so warm.
"Let's go back home," Hyunjin says against her lips. "Let me take you home."
"Yes." Jisung comes to her senses when Hyunjin pulls back. There isn't really anyone around, but they are still in public. She glances around in embarrassment. At least the bar front has probably seen its fair share of dramatic scenes–and its fair share of heavy makeouts, too.
Hyunjin reaches into Jisung's pocket, pulls out her mobile, and taps at it. "I'm not dealing with the subway right now. We're taking a cab."
Jisung grins against how she's still feeling fluttery with nerves. "Why, are you in a hurry?"
"If this wasn't our first time, I'd already be three fingers deep inside you in a bathroom stall. Do not test me," she hisses.
Jisung swallows.
The wait for the cab is excruciating, and so is the ride back to their apartment when it arrives and picks them up.
They're barely through the door when Hyunjin is unzipping Jisung's hoodie and cupping her hands over her small breasts, braless underneath. "They're so cute," she says, thumbing over one of her nipples.
Jisung shrugs out of her hoodie. "Yours aren't any bigger!" She pulls Hyunjin into a kiss to shut her up when she starts laughing at her. Her hands land on Hyunjin's hips, her thighs. Everywhere she touches feels good, and so does everywhere she's being touched. She feels her heartbeat pulse in her underwear.
Hyunjin lets herself be silenced, but she multitasks, unbuttoning Jisung's jeans and pushing at the waistband insistently until Jisung skims them down her legs. She's in such a hurry that she trips getting them off.
Hyunjin is laughing again, but it's darker now. She's looking Jisung's body over. "My bedroom." She leads the way and Jisung follows right behind.
When they get there, Hyunjin pushes her chest until she lands backwards in the bed. It's made up neatly, but it won't last.
Jisung sits up on her elbows and looks up at Hyunjin towering so far over her, tall and imposing. Her skirt clings to her hips and has risen up on her thighs from all their fumbling. "God, I want to eat you out," Jisung says.
Hyunjin knocks her back. "Me first."
Hyunjin draws her panties off, the fabric sticking to her body, and she abruptly realizes that Hyunjin will see the wet spot. So fucking embarrassing. She wants to hide behind her hands.
Hyunjin doesn't seem to think it's embarrassing though. "Fuck, is this for me, Hannie?"
Hyunjin is usually pretty fastidious–or at least, she likes to complain when Jisung leaves her clothes in a mess around the apartment. Jisung half expects her to neatly fold her panties, but instead she just tosses them aside. She squishes her fingers into the small amount of weight that Jisung has on her thighs and pushes them wide apart.
She doesn't waste time waiting for an answer. Her thumbs find the seam of Jisung's body and split her pussy open to her view. "Babe, the way I'm going to wreck you." She glances up long enough to make eye contact, heavy and menacing.
Jisung throbs down to her toes, but she feels it most strongly in her center.
Hyunjin licks her. She has to hold Jisung's hips down because they jolt so forcefully. She buries her face and licks again, practically lapping at her hole where she's slickest. "You taste so good," she says, only moving her mouth enough to get the words out.
Unable to move her hips, but with her legs still free, Jisung clamps them around Hyunjin's head.
The move makes Hyunjin moan loud enough that Jisung can clearly feel the reverberations where she's most sensitive.
Hyunjin squeezes her ass in both hands and tucks her nose in alongside her clit, making Jisung hitch her hips to encourage more of that firm pressure. Hyunjin gets the message and drags her face along the full line of her pussy, getting herself messy, not only without complaint, but with relish.
Jisung is surprised at herself. She would have thought she'd be self-conscious about her body, about being seen and touched like this, because it's Hyunjin, but she's not, because it's Hyunjin.
Hyunjin, her best friend, whose tongue is moving over her again and again in steady, sure licks. Her Hyunjin, who is no longer holding her down so that now Jisung can circle her hips into the warmth when she sucks her swollen clit into her mouth, her lips the perfect, tight fit around it. Between the suction, she flicks the tip of her tongue out against the ultra-sensitive nerves under the hood, and squeezes Jisung's ass again, allowing her to freely ride her face.
Jisung can't help herself. She doesn't hold back.
She rocks into it. Hyunjin keeps sucking and licking, and the filthy wet sounds are so loud that it's all she can hear.
Her head starts to spin and the building heat starts to spread all over her pelvis and in her belly. "Gonna–"
Hyunjin pinches with her lips, sucking hard. Jisung mewls, letting go, coming with her whole body shaking. Hyunjin pets the outside of her thigh through the whole thing. It feels almost like a full minute passes.
Hyunjin crawls up and kisses her. That's Jisung's come on her tongue. She gets up, and Jisung starts to protest, but finally, finally, Hyunjin unties her dress and lets it fall. She unhooks her bra, freeing her breasts, and slips out of her panties. Immediately after she's finished, she's kneeling back up on the bed.
Jisung has to remind herself she needs to breathe if she wants to stay alive and get to kiss Hyunjin some more. "Please, let me get you off now."
"You can, you can," she promises. "But first–" She slots her lean legs between Jisung's until they're lined up heat to heat, and with the incredible muscular control in her core, she undulates her abdomen, grinding them together. "You're so fucking wet." She sounds awed.
Jisung isn't embarrassed anymore. She's too well-fucked for that. "Half of that is your spit!"
Hyunjin grins. She's so fucking gorgeous, flushed and sweaty, her hair falling in her face. "Going to add my come too." She pitches forward again, rolling them together.
"Oh," Jisung gasps. It's unfamiliar, but it feels amazing. Hyunjin's skin is so smooth on the inside where she's vulnerable, and she's sliding all of that softness over Jisung, whose nerves are singing about it.
And Hyunjin obviously likes it. Her eyebrows keep pinching after each thrust, and she's breathing heavier, while looking down at Jisung the whole time.
Jisung likes it too. She likes it a little too much and a little too quickly. She hears the hitch start in her own breathing.
"Gonna come again?" Hyunjin asks. She grinds harder.
Jinsung nods over and over, even as she comes undone.
"That's it, baby." Hyunjin slows her movements and stops while Jisung recovers. She slides them apart afterwards. "Good?"
"You know it was."
Hyunjin looks extremely satisfied.
"God, lie down, will you?" Jisung sits herself up. Her legs are shaky.
Hyunjin arranges herself against the bed, hair spilling around her, breasts moving as she breathes, belly flat, knees knocked together with her heels drawn up.
Jisung tries to get in-between her thighs, but Hyunjin trembles when she touches her leg. She looks away, hiding her blushing face into the pillow. After everything else, she's shy about this, Jisung realizes with a start.
How can she be, when she's so pretty laid out on the sheets like this?
"Baby," she tries, because she likes it when Hyunjin calls her that. "You're beautiful. Don't hide. Are you shy?"
"I'm not. It's just because it's you. I care about what you think."
"You're beautiful," she repeats. She slides her hands over Hyunjin's knees and waits until she feels the tension in them ease before she opens them, little by little.
Jisung feels bold, or at least she wants to be, to try out the dirty talk like Hyunjin, who makes it so sexy and confident. "Your pussy is so pretty too. How's that possible? You're perfect." And she is; dusky pink and lovely, when Jisung gets her lips spread open, hole visible and clit cute and prominent at the apex. She tells her so.
Hyunjin groans. Jisung thinks she's doing it right.
She slides her thumb over Hyunjin's clit and she swears she can feel her twitch.
She moves in closer, ghosting her breath over her and feeling the heat rising from her skin. She's filled with anticipation. "Now it's my turn."
Jisung doesn't have practice at this the way Hyunjin does, so the best she can do is enthusiasm. She sticks her tongue out flat and wide and licks over her slit so fast and wet and hard that her tongue starts to feel tired, which is something she didn't even know was possible. She catches the tip of her tongue on her clit on every pass and curls it.
Hyunjin is enjoying it even if Jisung isn't an expert at it, going by the rough grip she has in Jisung's roots, how she pulls, how she's gasping Jisung's name along with "baby, baby, please."
Jisung gives it to her, gladly.
Hyunjin comes surprisingly quickly. She sucks in a jagged breath and tugs on Jisung's hair until she lets up. "I waited too long for that. I swear I can usually go for ages."
"I don't mind," Jisung says, licking Hyunjin's taste from her lips. They're tingling. "It's not like you can't come again." She collapses on her side next to Hyunjin and leans her head on her hand to watch her.
Hyunjin looks content, completely at ease. A little giggly, even.
Jisung's heart squeezes.
"Hey, Hannie. Do you like things inside you? All the times I heard you jacking it to hentai in the next room, I never once heard the whirr of a vibrator."
"Hyune! Jesus!"
Hyunjin throws her head back against the pillow and laughs uproariously. "I'm good with a strap, if you do. Good with my fingers…good with my fist…"
"Your fi–"
She looks at the backs of her hands and says mournfully, "I'd look so cute with acrylics."
"I don't know," Jisung admits.
"Hmm?"
"I don't know what I like. I've never tried."
"Fuck." Hyunjin flips her hands around and covers her face. "You're going to kill me."
"Don't make fun of me!"
Hyunjin peeks back out from between her fingers. "I'm not. It's hot. We'll find out what you like. Jisung, babe, the things I'm going to do to you."
Jisung, whose knees have only just stopped knocking together from the earth-shattering orgasms, says, "I think you've already had a good start."
"Kiss me," Hyunjin demands, still lying on her back like she's waiting for Jisung to take the initiative.
Jisung doesn't make her wait a second longer, surging over her and kissing her sweet. She pulls back only to change the angle, parting the plush, sticky purse of Hyunjin's mouth.
Hyunjin's arms wind around her neck and slide over the naked line of her shoulder blades, pulling her until they're chest to chest.
"Hyune, Hyune," Jisung says. She can't stop kissing her, pecking the corners of her mouth, the curve of her cheek, the mole under her eye, her jaw. "Hyune, I love you."
Hyunjin makes a sound in her throat, like she's overcome. "I love you too." Then, "you love me?"
"Stupid." She kisses Hyunjin's neck and breathes her in. "Yeah. So much. I don't know how I could have avoided admitting it until now."
"Because you're stupid."
"You'll have to put up with it."
"I already do. Because I'm stupid too. And because I love you."
"Good," Jisung says, feeling choked up.
"We have to message the girls," Hyunjin says, but she doesn't make a move to unwind her hold on Jisung.
Jisung groans.
Hyunjin nods into her neck. "I know. We're never going to live this down. I'll text Felix, let her know we got home okay. Minho-unnie is brutal. You handle her."
"Giving me the hard job? She's your friend!"
"Jisung, she's your friend too. Both of them are."
Jisung looks away from the soft concern in Hyunjin's face. "Yeah, I guess."
"And Chan-unnie and Changbin-unnie too. Jeongin and Seungmin. I wish you wouldn't keep selling yourself short."
"I don't know what I'm doing."
"None of us do. You'll figure it out."
"It's hard."
"I know. But I'll be right beside you. Haven't I always?"
It's true. She always has, sitting next to Jisung on the couch with their laptops out, finishing late night papers, or rubbing her back when she got so worked up over finals that she was sick. Jisung has tried to do the same, trash-talking the competition when Hyunjin fell short of first place at dance competitions and encouraging her to try again.
"Yeah," Jisung admits. "Haven't been able to get rid of you yet."
Hyunjin pokes her in the ribs. "Please. I'm on to you. You don't want to get rid of me."
"Really clever, after I told you I loved you."
"You'd be surprised how little that matters."
"Did one of your girls not want to be around you? You never told me that. Who was it? I'll kill them."
"You're cute. What are you going to do? Bite their ankles?"
"Short jokes? That's really original, Hwang Hyunjin."
"Tiny. Adorable. You're going to live in my lap from now on."
Jisung makes her sit up against the headboard and then she climbs onto her lap with her knees on either side. "Like this?"
Hyunjin catches her mouth again. "Just like this."
It's already been always. Now they're going to make it forever.