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To say that Byulyie was terrified was an understatement. The words had simply tumbled out of her mouth without her approval, pushed out of her by Yong’s advances. She felt powerless, and Yong’s intense, serious look made her feel worse.
“Unnie, I didn’t—“
“Don’t,” Yongsun said firmly, looking into her eyes in such a straightforward manner that Byul felt extremely uncomfortable, too vulnerable. “Don’t try to lie to me. I know. I know you’re in love with me.” Yongsun said without preamble.
Byulyie felt bile rise in her throat; she swallowed thickly not to throw up on Yong’s couch. She couldn’t speak and would have been cut off if she had tried anyway.
“I heard you say it to Seulgi that day I told you I couldn’t come hang out.”
Questions started to emerge in Byul’s frozen mind: why didn’t she tell her before? What did that mean for everything that happened since?
“That’s actually why I felt so bad after our night together…” Yong’s sentence faded out, expecting Byul to say something but the younger woman was simply staring, looking completely shocked. “I thought I was leading you on because I seduced my way into your bed an—“
“You didn’t seduce your way into my bed; we were two playing that game.”
“I drank quite a bit, but I remember, Byul-ah. I know you played along, but I wanted to seduce you. I was dying to know what kissing you would feel like, and actually, I had planned to talk to you about it, to tell you I was just curious because I knew what you felt and didn’t want to play with your heart. But I lost control, and I was so sorry.”
“Was?” Amongst everything she wanted to say, Byulyie could only voice that single question.
“I’m not sorry anymore. Because I’m in love with you too.” Yongsun said with a sort of finality that didn’t invite argument.
That was not knowing Byulyie, though. “You’re not in love with me.” Byulyie scoffed.
Yongsun stared at her with a tilt of her head, jaw clenched at Byul’s dismissal. “Because you know that better than me?” Her voice was strained.
“Unnie, it’s obvious you think you’re in love with me because you were attracted to me for a night and because of my feelings.”
Yongsun simply stared and suddenly got up. Byul stayed seated, turning around to watch her leave the room. She didn’t have time to recover from the older woman’s sudden movement that she returned with a balloon she was furiously inflating.
“Where did you get that??” Byulyie felt utterly lost. This was not how she had envisioned the evening to go. She had expected some more cuddles after the vlive, and that was it.
“You see this?” Yongsun asked as she held the balloon so it wouldn’t lose all its air; it was blown to the max. She didn’t wait for Byul to answer. “This was me a few minutes ago.” She suddenly pulled a needle out of nowhere and made the balloon pop before showing the flappy remains. “That’s me now.”
Byulyie blinked and looked up into her eyes. “I’m sorry, unnie, I have no idea what you’re trying to say.”
“I’m saying that I felt so tense lately and that now that I understand my feelings for you, I feel so relieved. Byul-ah, I feel so relieved I could cry. So you can keep your dismissal to yourself. You have no idea how I feel, so you’d better not tell me how I feel.” She said firmly, her confidence chipping away at Byul’s.
Seeing how her best friend stayed silent, Yongsun threw the balloon in the trash and returned to her sister’s room to put the needle away. When she turned around, Byul was right behind her. Yong jumped in surprise, cursing and bringing a hand to her furious heart. “What are you—“
“Do you really love me?” Byulyie whispered with a raspy voice, her hands on Yong’s hips, looking down into the shorter woman’s eyes. Yong could only gulp, a hand on Byul’s chest, the other still on her own.
“Yes…” She whispered back. “I’m sorry I was so stupidly slo—“ Yongsun couldn’t finish her sentence as Byul pulled her close, wrapping an arm around her waist smoothly as she brought her other hand to the back of Yong’s neck to pull her into a searing kiss.
Yongsun moaned, closing her eyes as she wrapped her arms around Byul’s neck to pull her closer.
It was much better to kiss the younger woman sober and allowing herself to feel everything the other woman made her feel. Actually, Yongsun felt so much she thought she was going to burst. Her grip on Byul became desperate, her kiss deeper, more demanding. Byul let her lead the dance, following her rhythm as she kept holding her tightly.
Finally, they broke apart, both panting slightly. Yongsun kept her eyes closed, head slightly down; Byul tenderly kissed her forehead.
With arms still wrapped around her neck, Yong pulled her closer, fingers digging into Byul’s shirt.
“Unnie?” Byul whispered at her desperate gesture.
“Don’t go.” She replied, her voice husky with emotion and need. Byul bit her lip, her words affecting her in a way she hadn’t expected, yet she felt a warmth bloom in her chest, and her lower belly tighten.
“I won’t.” Byul pulled back just slightly to tilt the singer’s head up. She almost forgot to breathe as their eyes met. There was so much there that she had never seen in Yongsun’s gaze before. It was tantalizing, hypnotizing.
Unable to look away from each other, they just stared in silence, their hearts calming down as the minutes ticked by. Eventually, Yong pecked her lips and took her hand, leading her out of Yonghee’s room.
“We should have dinner.” She said, now suddenly unable to look at Byul, a strange shyness taking over her.
Byulyie simply smiled and hugged her from behind as she started cooking, hooking her chin on her shoulder.
“Quarantine sucks, but this is one of the best days ever,” Byulyie whispered in her ear. She smirked as she felt Yong shiver and try to push her off. She let her but kept her arms wrapped around her waist to press herself against her back again when she focused on her pan.
Yongsun didn’t reply, but Byul caught a glimpse of the soft smile on her lips and cuddled her tighter in her arms.
“Ah, Byul-ah, let me cook.” Yong grumbled, trying to push her away with her butt as her hands were occupied.
“That’s not gonna help get me away from you,” Byul whispered huskily, her hands sliding to her hips to pull them back against her.
“Byul-ah,” Yongsun growled in warning. The younger woman stepped back, holding her hands up with a smirk.
“Fine, unnie.”
Byulyie set the table, and they ate while making eyes at each other and talking about how the year would unfold for them.
It was strange. They desperately wanted to flirt and make out like teenagers, but without alcohol in their system, though they had confessed their feelings, it wasn’t as easy. The mood had somewhat died down during dinner, and they both wanted to get into that groove again, but it felt so awkward. Yongsun wasn’t feeling sexy, despite how touchy-feely Byul had been earlier on, but in her casual clothes and no makeup, she felt so far away from the woman she was at the bar.
Byulyie looked at her phone and suddenly got up, startling Yong out of her thoughts.
“Ah, unnie, it’s gonna start!”
“Uh?”
“That drama I started watching yesterday!”
“What drama??” Yong never got her answer. Instead, Byul grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the couch, leaving all the dishes on the table. Yong was looking at them, ticked, but Byul made her sit and cuddled next to her, turning the TV on. Yong was still thinking about doing the dishes when, after a few minutes, the opening title played, and Byul fetched the closest blanket that she draped over them to snuggle better.
Maybe the dishes could wait.
She wouldn’t tell Byul, but she really didn’t care about the drama at all. It was too cheesy, but Byul seemed to love it, so she didn’t complain, content to just be snuggled with her under a blanket, feeling so free for the first time. Even though everything had escalated after the pictures with her ex leaked, she had to admit to herself there had always been some undercurrent with Byul. She didn’t know if the younger woman was also aware of that.
All thoughts of asking her evaporated into thin air when she felt Byul’s hand on her thigh. She glanced at her, but the rapper’s attention was still on the TV. It was the first time that such an innocuous touch just ignited Yong’s desire. Because it wasn’t like Byul’s hand was particularly up on her thigh, it was in a perfectly adequate position, it was a gesture the rapper had done a million times throughout the years they’d known each other. Yong didn’t know if it was the little sliver of unresolved tension from earlier or the fact that Byul’s hand was hidden by the blanket, but her heart started beating faster at the touch, and she froze. Not in a noticeable way, but it felt like a cat had fallen asleep on her: she didn’t dare move in case Byul would take her hand away.
Byul commented on the show passionately, and her voice almost surprising Yong, who had zeroed in on the contact. Byul slightly squeezed her thigh as she spoke, and when she settled again after her passionate outburst, she moved her hand a bit higher up. Yong glanced at Byul, wondering if the younger woman was doing this on purpose or if she was working herself up on her own. She bit the inside of her lip slightly, trying not to breathe heavily. So what if her lower stomach tightened, if she felt a spark deep in her core? Could she be blamed?
Yongsun was no longer paying any ounce of attention to the show, turning one-track-minded on Byul’s touch. She almost gasped when Byul started slowly stroking her thigh. Her touch was so warm and gentle that Yong melted.
It was definitely not innocent.
That’s the first thought that inflamed her whole body as Byul’s hand slid to the inside of her thigh. The blanket made the warmth worse, but like hell Yong would take it off. She slightly spread her legs open just as the front door opened and she looked at Yonghee enter the living room like a deer caught in the headlights. It was the worst thing ever, Yong thought, as she could feel wetness pooling between her legs from Byul’s touch as the rapper’s pinkie grazed her skin, the only finger to move closer to her panties.
Yongsun was frozen, feeling blessed to be covered with the blanket.
“Good evening, Yonghee unnie!” Byul said with the most natural voice, smiling at a tired Yonghee that just came home from work.
“Oh, hi, Byul-ah…” Yonghee said distractedly, running a hand through her hair. She frowned and looked at them again. It took a single look at Yong’s face and at the blanket for her to understand what was happening. “I’ll just… I’m going out tonight. I’ll just get changed.” She said before quickly going to her bedroom.
Yongsun was, uncharacteristically, caught off guard and didn’t know how to react to any of it. Alone in the room again, she didn’t dare look at Byul, who was looking at the screen anyway. But, heart about to burst, Yong spread her legs a bit wider when Byul massaged her inner thigh, o so close to where she truly wanted her. Surprisingly, the fact that they could get caught was an incredible turn-on for Yongsun.
The singer wanted to get rid of her shorts so Byul would have an easier job, but that would break that tantalizing, sort of illicit atmosphere. So she didn’t move as Byul massaged the inside of her thigh right against her panties, her hand up Yong’s shorts. The older woman couldn’t hold back a slight movement of her hips; she knew it had affected Byul as the rapper’s fingertips slightly dug into her flesh.
A moan almost escaped Yong’s throat when the younger woman’s fingertips brushed her soaked-through panties right on her pussy. Instead, Yongsun’s breathing quickened as she sat straighter than ever, all her muscles tense as she tried to control herself.
She ought to stop Byul out of respect for Yonghee, who hadn’t left yet, she knew that; but right then, she didn’t care, feeling like she would cry if Byul stopped touching her. This all felt incredibly lewd, and she loved every second of it.
Yong was gripping her own thighs to anchor herself, legs wide open under the blanket, her face the picture of concentration as she did everything in her power not to react to Byul’s actions. She could feel, in the way Byul started rubbing her through her drenched underwear, that the younger woman took that as a challenge. Yongsun felt her cheeks get warmer as she could feel a new gush of wetness coat her panties, and by the way Byul pressed a tad more right there, the younger woman had felt it too.
They both froze as they heard Yonghee leave her bedroom, and Yong was afraid Byul would withdraw her hand, but she didn’t, to her relief. They both stayed silent as they watched her put on her coat and take her bag.
“I’ll be back in a few hours; I’m going out drinking with a friend.” She said without looking in their direction.
“Be safe.” Yongsun managed to say in a voice that was only very slightly breathless.
“I will. Good night…” Yonghee said as she quickly put on some heels before disappearing with a soft click of the door.
Silence fell on the apartment, only broken by the TV. They had free reigns now, but a subtle game had taken place: Yongsun, whose reactions Byul loved to provoke, was adamant that she would stay stoic. She wouldn’t acknowledge what Byul was doing because she didn’t want to give her that satisfaction. But Byul… Byul wanted to make her break.
Yongsun was ready, body slightly tensed so she would control every little movement she made and give nothing of what Byul would work for. She was already looking forward to it, Byul’s frustration at her lack of reaction…
Except nothing came.
A few seconds passed, their faces illuminated by the forgotten episode, and Byul’s fingers remained motionless right where Yong’s wetness was growing. It almost embarrassed the older woman, the way Byul could feel how she was ruining her panties for her. But her embarrassment was far surpassed by the mounting frustration at Byul’s inaction.
Yongsun was horny, desperately so, already worked up, and all she wanted was for Byul to do something. What was Byul playing at?! It made Yong’s blood boil, so much so that she was a few seconds away from just pinning Byul down and having her way with the rapper. It was right when that thought flashed through her mind that she berated herself. She was going to be patient: Byul was not going to win that game, no matter how ready to win she seemed with her little tactics.
So Yongsun let her body relax, prepared to wait a long while before Byul decided to move again. As soon as she relaxed, though, Byul slipped her hand in her panties.
Truthfully? The position was awkward: Yong could feel her shorts being too tight because Byul’s forearm was up one leg, and Byul’s wrist was a bit too flexed for comfort. But that was the least of Yong’s worries as Byul started sensually rubbing her pussy with no restraint, spreading Yon’s copious wetness everywhere.
Yong’s body tensed up, and the singer clenched her jaw to bite back the moan that so desperately wanted to be set free. Byul certainly hadn’t forgotten their night together because she knew just how to touch her to pleasure her perfectly. Yongsun was the picture of concentration as she did everything she could not to react.
Byul pushed just the tip of a finger inside her and stopped moving for a while, her thumb occasionally brushing her clit. Yongsun’s body was covered in perspiration as the singer fought against her instinct to move her hips, moan, or do anything to entice Byul to give her more.
The rapper must have read her thoughts because she slowly pushed her finger inside of her, as deep as she could go in that position. Yongsun felt such relief that she rewarded her lover with a slight groan and buck of her hips. Or maybe was it that she simply couldn’t hold those back anymore.
Byul smirked at her reaction and broke their unspoken rules as she turned her head to look at her. Her gaze was so intense and magnetic, trying to attract Yongsun’s, but the leader stayed strong, looking ahead, controlling herself once more as she wouldn’t give more of her reactions. But Byulyie, whose thrusts were slowly getting faster and a bit rougher, just wouldn’t stop looking at her. It drove her crazy.
Yongsun’s breathing was heavy, her only way of expressing the pleasure that was mounting. Byulyie found it too hot, the way she was trying to resist. But she needed Yongsun to bend to her will; she wanted her in the palm of her hand, more than she already was.
“You’re so warm, unnie,” She rasped in her ear, her thrusts getting harder, “Dripping all over my hand…” Her words made Yong gulp, and Byul could see the older woman biting the inside of her lip. Limited by the panties Yong was still wearing, she did a come-hither movement instead. Yongsun gasped, her hand grabbing Byul’s forearm by reflex.
Byul loved seeing her like this, face all flushed, eyes slightly glassy with pleasure and not alcohol this time, her chest moving so hectically as she tried to remain in control. The grip on her forearm relaxed, but Yong didn’t let go of her, and Byul loved that. She loved all of her, every single movement, every single sound, and she wanted more. So she fucked her harder, smirking at the twitch in her eyebrow. A single drop of perspiration rolled down the singer’s temple, and Byul licked it off before whispering in her ear again. “Let yourself go, unnie. I want to hear your voice so bad.”
Contrary to what she’d have thought, it wasn’t the pleasure of having Byul fucking her that was chipping at her resolve; it was her words. Her grip tightened again on Byul’s forearm, and the younger woman fucked her harder, both women still covered with the blanket.
“Look at you, unnie, legs spread wide for me… on your couch… you’d let me take you anywhere, wouldn’t you? Cause I would.” She whispered, chuckling at the slight whimper she could hear at the back of Yongsun’s throat. “I would make love to you in your bed like I would fuck you in the bathroom of that bar…”
Yongsun was close to breaking, too enticed, needing more of Byul like she needed air, overwhelmed by pleasure.
“That’s all I could think about when I saw you flirting with these women,” Byul said, a bit of possessiveness peeking in her voice. “I wanted to pull you to the bathroom and fuck you hard until all you would see and think was me.”
“Fuck…” Yong groaned, her gaze finally meeting Byul’s.
Maybe losing was actually winning.
“There you go, unnie,” Byul smirked in that way that was infuriating on any given day, but that only made Yong clench around the younger woman’s fingers.
Byul’s fingers still deep inside her, Yong quickly pulled her shorts and panties off, throwing them to the floor as she leaned back against the couch, head lolling back. Byul nuzzled the back of her ear and breathed in deeply, suddenly thrusting hard and fast, just like the older woman had liked that fateful night.
She was instantly rewarded with Yongsun’s deep guttural moans as her free hand fisted the blanket, the other back on Byul’s forearm. It was for her own knowledge only, but Yongsun loved feeling the subtle flexes of the muscles in her forearm.
Yongsun’s pleasure skyrocketed as she let herself go completely, though she wanted it to last forever, and soon the living room was filled with her needy groans and whimpers.
“B-Byul, don’t stop…” She panted, her hips canting up to meet the younger woman’s thrusts.
“Never,” Byul assured her, her gaze becoming adoring when Yong’s grip on her turned almost vicious. She kissed the older woman’s neck as Yongsun came all over her hand, body tense yet moaning Byulyie’s name so freely.
Silence fell the next second as Yong’s body went limp, her eyes opening heavily to gaze at the tenderness displayed all over Byul’s face.
“You’re so beautiful, unnie.” She whispered, her fingers still inside of her.
“Stop it,” Yong grumbled cutely, feeling herself blush at the compliment she’d heard a million times before. Yongsun slowly pulled the rapper’s hand away from her sensitive core, apologizing to a pouting Byul by sensually sucking the fingers clean.
Suddenly Byul found herself pinned down to the couch with a Yong on top of her with the most predatory smile she had ever seen on the older woman’s face.
“You’re mine, now,” Yong whispered menacingly, making Byul shiver and gulp.
She spent the next hour doing to the younger woman everything she had fantasized about since their night together without letting Byul get the upper hand again.
Another hour later, Yonghee came back home, opening the door as quietly as possible and listening carefully. Relief washed over her at the silence. She closed the door behind her and couldn’t help the happy smile on her lips as she spotted Byul’s shoes neatly tucked next to Yong’s.
The following year and a half saw the two women getting closer and closer, their relationship growing and deepening into a bond as secure as could be. After the fear of being discovered came the reassurance that it would take them literally making out in public for them to be outed. So they both relaxed, the stress of their relationship giving way to an easier, flirty playfulness.
They were in the car straight from rehearsals at the company for their Netflix performance to the location the production team had found. The journey being long, Yongsun started getting bored. It was only their manager driving, and the two of them in the car as Wheein and Hyejin used different cars, living in a completely different area of Seoul.
Yongsun pouted at Byul to try to get her attention – in vain. Truthfully, she was missing her girlfriend because of how busy they had individually been compared to the heydays of quarantine. But Byulyie was more busy looking at her phone, doing god knows what, instead of paying her any bits of the attention she wanted. But Yongsun wasn’t pissed off, but it made her feel mischievous instead.
She took the time to sift through the pictures on her phone and select the raunchy selfie that would drive Byul crazy. She was naked on it, explicitly so, with the smirk that could turn Byul into a puddle. Then, with a very similar smirk plastered on her face, she sent it to Byul, watching her like a hawk, awaiting her reaction.
First, the rapper’s face got red, and she quickly locked her phone before glaring at Yongsun.
“Yong, what are you doing?!” She whispered, agitated.
“Nothing,” Yongsun replied with a big innocent grin that showed her dimples.
“Are you insane?! Why are you sending me this?!”
Yongsun frowned slightly as Byul seemed a little bit angry instead of the happy kind of flustered she had expected. Sure, they had never sent each other nudes or even sexy pictures… but the leader had figured there was a first for everything.
“I thought you’d like it…” She said in a demure voice.
Byulyie sighed, rubbing her face to try and calm down as it was clear her agitation was affecting the older woman.
“It’s not that I don’t like it… I love what you sent, but… Did you forget how this,” she said, pointing at the both of them, “even came to be? How can you send me something so sensitive so carelessly, Yong? Do you want a repeat of summer 2020?”
“No… I didn’t think much of it…”
“Is it the only picture of the sort that you have?” Byul asked, clearly mistrusting.
“No….”
“Are you out of your mind?! Delete them!”
“What?? Why?? I take the pictures I know you’d like!”
“That’s very sweet, but you got hacked, Yong, and it can happen again!”
Yong crossed her arms and looked at her with a defiant pout. “Why are you so harsh with me when you have sensitive pictures and videos on all your phones! You have pictures of Hyejinie in her underwear and countless videos of me dancing naked; you should be the one being careful!”
Byul chuckled, looking at her with a bit of a haughty look in her eyes. “Don’t think you can turn the tables on me, unnie. I’ve always stored all my sensitive pics and videos on offline external hard drives that are never connected to the internet! I’m careful! You have history.”
“So what? I can’t take pictures anymore?”
“Not with that hackable phone you can’t! If you want to take weird pictures, take them with my phone, it’s leak-proof. It takes better pictures anyway.”
Yongsun huffed and rolled her eyes, deciding to sulk the rest of the ride. Byul didn’t take it personally, knowing it was Yong’s way of admitting she was wrong and digesting her loss of pride.
The matter was soon forgotten once they arrived at their destination, their minds occupied by work.
This only surfaced again in Yongsun’s mind as they returned to the changing room after their performance for the Netflix show. Adrenaline and endorphins were running high in her system, fresh off the performance. She was euphoric from performing as four again, from performing for Moomoos again… it was a lot.
So when she saw Byulyie’s phone lying all alone on the make-up table in front of the mirror… well, the idea popped into her mind instantly.
She looked left and right; seeing Byul talking with Hyejinie in a corner as they both took off their make-up, she surreptitiously took the phone, unlocked it, and started taking a slew of sexy pictures in the mirror with all sorts of poses that Byul often complimented her for.
She was looking at the results of her little photoshoot when two arms wrapped around her waist; Byul pressed herself tightly against her back.
“What are you doing?” She whispered by her ear, swaying them side to side gently.
“Nothing.”
“Wait… this is my phone.”
“You said if I wanted to take pictures, I should do it with your phone…”
“Mmmh, I did say that, didn’t I?” Byul leaned her chin on Yong’s shoulder, glancing at their reflection in the mirror before looking back down at her phone. “Show me.”
So Yong did, and judging by the way Byul’s embrace tightened and her breath quickened slightly by her ear, Byul must have liked the pictures she took.
“You’ve gotten better at photography… soon you won’t need me anymore.”
“Don’t be silly,” Yong said with a light tap on Byul’s hands. “And is that all you have to say?!” She asked with a pout.
“That’s all I have to say in public.” She whispered hotly, making Yong shiver.
“I wanted to post this one on Instagram. What do you think?”
“This kind of picture… as you hold my phone...? Isn’t it a bit of a weird thing…?”
“Not weirder than what we’ve always done.”
“True… Knock yourself out.” Byul said, disentangling herself from her lover with a peck on the temple before going to gather her things to leave.
So Yong did post the picture, feeling a bit cheeky, as she captioned, “Moon Byulyie said her phone took better pictures, so I used it, and it did come out well.”
THE END