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Chaeyoung really hates her work schedule. She hates how animator hours keep her so far apart from her wife and their dogs. It feels like she’s always rushing back and forth, never settled down. Just when she thinks she can take a moment of silence for once, her phone rings or her preset alarms go off. Dahyun hates her work schedule too and expresses it often. However, they both know there’s nothing they could do about it but try to make it work until the next promotion lifts a burden off of Chaeyoung’s chest. It’s been two years and there’s still no promotion.
Chaeyoung sleeps through most of the weekends, and always is home far after Dahyun has fallen asleep. They talk about getting her an apartment in the city to avoid the two-hour commute with traffic. Chaeyoung tells Dahyun she wants to stay at home with her.
If Chaeyoung is busy, then Dahyun is bored out of her mind. She is between jobs at the moment and thinks maybe picking up on the job search once again could do her some good. But then again, she’s bitter. With the way Chaeyoung is constantly gone, the way that Dahyun is constantly alone, she should be allowed the luxury to be dependent upon the income of her wife. After all, Chaeyoung was trying so hard to provide for them. She always wanted for them to have kids, which Dahyun didn’t outright object too, but she had always said it was so soon. Their marriage had been fresh then. Chaeyoung hasn’t asked her about kids since. Dahyun doesn’t want her to.
It’s been years since then. Dahyun used to stay in after work, eat takeout and watch Wipeout reruns and cuddle with her wife. Now, Dahyun barley leaves, doesn’t have work, and Chaeyoung hasn’t touched her (you know, like that) since Valentine’s Day, hasn’t kissed her either other than a single chaste peck on the cheek. In the beginning stages of the job she would wake up and Chaeyoung would be slowly dragging herself out of bed trying her best not to wake Dahyun. Now she’s sure they don’t even sleep in the same bed, there’s always a pillow and blanket on the couch when she walks into the living room. She walks the dogs and goes to the grocery store alone.
It’s mid-June now. Dahyun still has ‘friends’ from old jobs, and they are the sole cause of her social adventuring, otherwise, she’d sit at home and rot in front of the tv (always dragging her way to the bedroom and falling asleep before the doorknob turns). Nayeon always engages with her, tries to take her out with the old office gang to parties. It’s sweet, and it used to keep her feeling young, but Dahyun feels like it’s out of responsibility. Like the girls think dealing with her is an obligation, like she’s an object to be pitied.
Still, it’s Nayeon’s bachelorette party. Dahyun already saw and approved the admittedly charming vagina shaped cake, and she’s ready to go out for once. She puts on the tightest dress she can find (from all the way in the back of her closet) does her hair, and reaches for her makeup drawer for the first time in months, blowing the dust off of her curling iron.
It’s crowded inside the club. The strobe lights flash to the beat, thrumming in time with the bass. Dahyun didn’t ever go clubbing before meeting Nayeon. Chaeyoung didn’t like the noise, and Dahyun liked what Chaeyoung liked and disliked what Chaeyoung disliked. They had grown up together after all. Her wife didn’t drink, Dahyun thought as she found her way to the bar and took a round of shots.
She chatted with Joy from marketing, and then with Nayeon’s foreign friend, who was nice and tall and very shy. She’s leans against the counter, her nails (stick on ones that she bought almost a year ago. Chaeyoung had clicked her tongue and shook her head when Dahyun had taken them out of the bag. They stayed under the sink after that.) clinking to the rhythm that the surrounding crowd is and gyrating to. She wouldn’t call these girls her friends, but they were entertaining to watch and converse with. That sounds like something a serial killer would say. Ew.
There’s a blonde woman on the stool next to her, and Dahyun steals a look at her against her own will. The woman’s dress is impossibly short, so much that Dahyun stops herself from prudishly wondering where the rest of it is. She’s got stockings on that dip into her high red bottom stilettos. She’s not like a lot of people Dahyun see, but then again she doesn’t see people anymore. She’s... interesting looking. The woman gets up after a shot and a song change, no doubt to dance when she catches Dahyun’s glance. Dahyun tries to turn her head, look at the ground or pretend she was zoning out. Should she play drunk? Pass out? Too late.
“Hi there,” she leans against the bar on her side. Her voice is sultry. Dahyun shouldn’t think that, but she does anyway.
“Hey,” Dahyun replies timidly, boring her gaze into her empty glass instead of at the woman.
“You here with the lucky bride?” Dahyun’s mouth feels dry as the woman sits and she gets a view of her thick thighs pressing against the leather of the stool. Shit. She totally is.
“She’s an old acquaintance. You with her, too?” Dahyun wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t recognize the other woman, Nayeon is quite the social butterfly. The woman shakes her head to the side, and Dahyun notices the way the hair falls on her unclothed shoulders.
“No way. just moved in, looking around town for the best clubs,”
“I doubt there are any top tier ones on this stretch” Dahyun scoffs. “The nightlife around is always a little boring.” She doesn’t know why she’s talking back, but she doesn’t want to stop now.
The woman nods in agreement, biting her bottom lip. Dahyun watches her mouth for a while too long.
“The music is alright”
“It’s not really my thing”
The woman stops and stares her down. The look is predatory, obvious in its intention despite the subtlety Dahyun would expect a gorgeous woman like her to have. Dahyun feels hot all over.
“Dance with me,” The woman stands up, not bothering to pull down her dress where it has ridden up. Dahyun doesn’t know when or why she says yes, but the next moment they’re in the fray of the floor, swaying and jumping in time. Dahyun smiles, a genuine smile as she feels the adrenaline begin to rush through her body. She’s never done this before, she realizes. It dawns on her that even if she is a little shaky on her feet, her dancing partner simply laughs at her stumbling, and ghosts a hand on her waist. Dahyun almost stops. Almost pulls back. Almost. The woman grabs her hip now, pulling her closer.
“I don’t wanna lose you just yet”. The next thing Dahyun feels is friction. It sets her on fire. They’re twisting and grinding and it’s filthy. She’s sweating and grunting and the other woman is so impossibly close Dahyun can only feel her. They’re messes on the floor, and when the blonde takes her by the hand after a close call with a hand near Dahyun’s neckline. They leave.
Dahyun tried to think about what to do next, but she doesn’t know. She doesn’t know why she doesn’t stop now and turn around sit next to the shy girl from earlier in stilted silence. She doesn’t know why she doesn’t wrench herself free and demand Nayeon call her an uber. It shouldn’t be so easy to not know things. But it’s ok, so she keeps moving. They’re going out the back door now and Dahyun chokes on the hot summer air as they exit, past rows of smokers and nearly-passed out drunks. The grip on her wrist is loose. Dahyun could turn around and book it. She doesn’t.
The ride on the subway is quiet. The blonde woman tells her that her name is Sana. That she moved here from Japan to cook but has too much money and free time to focus on culinary school when she’s so good. She’s bored too. Dahyun says she can relate and earns a precious wide-mouthed smile. Dahyun tells her way too much about herself. She doesn’t mention her wife.
They get up to Sana’s flat and it’s quiet, Dahyun feels awkward. Dahyun almost asks her for a drink, until she cut off when she is backed up against the kitchen counter, Sana’s hips pressed against her. She starts a yelps in surprise which is then cut off with a low hiss as her dress rubs up against her sensitive skin. Sana takes this opportunity to cradle her face. Sana takes the obvious gap in Dahyun’s mental functioning to laugh in her face. Sana kisses her. Sana starts her kisses with so much intent. Dahyun is pliant against her. Sana proceeds with whatever she wants, bites her lip and tries to slip in her tongue.
Dahyun feels wanted, desirable. It’s impossible for her to resist. Dahyun hasn’t felt wanted in a year (or longer if she’s being honest). So she gives in, opening her mouth and rolling her hips forwards when Sana sighs against her tongue. Dahyun wants to make the first move for once in her life, and she moves a hand out of Sana’s hair and tries to slide it down.
This is quickly turned against her when Sana flips her around and starts kissing down the open back of her dress, and quickly undoing the clasp holding it all together. Dahyun is burning up, fidgeting and gasping before Sana even touches her down there. No one has touched her in this way for so long that when Sana rolls down her pantyhose and she feels the cool air of the kitchen she jerks forwards in shock.
Sana giggles at the display and Dahyun feels her face go redder than before. She’s almost fully exposed to Sana now, her dress crumpled below her against the tile. Dahyun is exposed, raw and naked. Sana bends back up and turns her around so Dahyun is facing her and kisses her again, just as rough as before. Dahyun almost drops the front of her dress that she was still clutching to her chest. She didn’t know why she was still shy now, but Sana is moving too fast for her to think. This time she puts her thigh in between Dahyun’s legs, leaning forwards to bite down on the shell of Dahyun’s ear.
“You’re saying something to me with your body that you didn’t say with your voice. You say that didn’t expect to see anyone tonight but you’re cleaned up so nice. You’re wearing something filthy Dahyun. You have to know, don’t you? Just how bad I want you,” Sana is whispering directly into her ear and Dahyun can feel years brimming up in her eyes, she squints them closed before gripping the counter behind her.
“Sana,“ she groans “I need-“ Sana doesn’t let her finish.
“I know baby. I’ll give it to you. I’ll make you feel so good,” she pulls Dahyun’s panties all the way down her legs before standing up straight, hitching one of Dahyun’s legs up, and pushing her back so she’s laying on the counter with her legs in the air. Her back hits the tile with a filthy smack, a sound that Sana repeats with a slap on her ass. Dahyun wasn’t expecting that. No one has touched her like that before.
“Do that again,” she demands, twisting so she is looking up at Sana. The woman above her smiles wolfishly and complies. Dahyun moans again, louder, deliberate, and less restrained. Her skin is sticking to the counter, and she’s finally completely naked as Sana pulls down the front of her dress.
“No bra either. you’re such a freak, Dahyun. Do you always dress like a slut? How could I make you dress up for me, I wonder? Anything tight, leaving all the goods bits exposed of course,” Sana twists one of her nipples and sends a series of shivers throughout her body that make Dahyun bite down on her lip hard.
Sana’s warm hands and lips disappear after this as she leaves her there, and Dahyun feels so exposed that she wants to cry. She hates feeling abandoned, disposable.
“Sana?” She calls out, her voice trembling, eyes squeezed closed to control her tears. For a moment she reads she’s getting punished, even though she can’t wrack her brain for what she did wrong. Still, Sana returns, smacks her ass again, harder than before, and chuckles playfully. She either doesn’t notice Dahyun is close to crying or does and just doesn’t say anything about it.
“Calm down. I brought you a present. Open your eyes,” Dahyun cranes her neck to look at Sana, shirtless with a bra on and lower down, well, the strap-on Sana is sporting is intimidating, but still Dahyun and can’t resist licking her lips.
“You like?” Sana teases, coating the tip in a small amount of lube before extending her reach with a twist of her wrist to the entire thing. It's huge, bigger than anything she’s ever taken.
“Yes. Yes, Sana. I want it,” Sana grins, clearly satisfied by the begging, Dahyun can’t even think about being embarrassed.
“Where baby?” Sana starts to trace her fingers along Dahyun’s entrance now, Dahyun has to gip the counter tighter than before to keep her balance.
“In my pussy. Please put it in my pussy. God, it’s been forever Sana,” She seems satisfied with that answer, and rubs down harder. Dahyun can’t breathe.
“I’ll give you what you need baby, but you might want to get rid of that first,” She shoots a pointed look to Dahyun’s left hand. She could say no, and keep the symbol of her promise on her hand. She could even say no to all of this and go home, but her wife isn’t there. It would be Dahyun and her dogs all alone again, drinking wine that she got as a wedding gift out of the bottle and crying. Her throat is dry and her hands shake, but she still reaches up to twist off her wedding ring. As soon as it’s down on the counter Sana pushes in, and she’s so far gone already.
Chaeyoung doesn’t even notice she wasn’t home that night. She texts her the next morning asking for her to buy more instant coffee. Dahyun doesn’t answer. Chaeyoung doesn’t notice a lot of things. She doesn’t notice it’s their anniversary the next week, so when Chaeyoung has a conference call and has to cram for the studio, Dahyun sneaks out to Sana’s.
They don’t make love. They fuck. Sana had told her that one night when Dahyun had begged for it rougher than usual and had started babbling. When Dahyun says I love you Sana doesn’t say a word. She doesn’t even blink. This becomes a pattern, the affair and Dahyun’s liberty with words. Still, Sana never says I love you back, she never even pretends to hear it.
Sana makes her breakfast in the mornings after and responds when texts her to ask about her day. Chaeyoung barely remembers calls on Sundays, a tradition they used to have after Dahyun went to church. Dahyun stopped going to church a long time ago. Even when they do talk it’s short, meaningless. Dahyun stopped saying I love you before she hung up the phone.
Sana comes over to their house two months after the first time. She licks and fucks into Dahyun in the bed she used to share with her wife. Dahyun cries the entire time. After the fourth month, she doesn’t cry at all. Sana is so hot and is always there.
Dahyun falls for her miserably and deeply. She doesn’t want the woman she has, and desperately wants a woman who can never be hers. Dahyun never stops repeating her love, always ready to continue the conversation outside of the bedroom. The bedroom is never that bad either, in fact, it’s always so good. When Sana asked her that one time, while pounding into her if her wife ever fucked her like this, Dahyun saw stars.
In the end, Sana gets a job at a restaurant all the way across the country. Dahyun is torn up about it, so much that Chaeyoung notices her bad mood on one of her few days home and present in the life they built together, but she never notices anything else. Sana left underwear at their house, and Dahyun barely went through the effort of covering her hickies. But still, she never said a word. Dahyun thinks it’s sick. Chaeyoung tries to hold her and when she asks what’s wrong, Dahyun shoves her away. Chaeyoung doesn’t think they fight. This certainly throws her for a loop. She’s powerless to stop Dahyun when she bursts out of the apartment. Sana fucks her for the last time in the backseat of Dahyun’s car before she drops her off at the airport.
Dahyun says she loves her again, with tears in her eyes, when Sana takes her bags and opens the car door.
She still doesn’t get a response.