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“Yuna, you’re being so cold,” Hyera whined for the what must have been the thousandth time that night. A rocks glass of whiskey swirled between her refined fingers.
Short nails, Yuna noted. Hyera often had a set of long jelly-pink nails on her before she popped them off in bedroom business. Somehow, the sight of Hyera’s bare fingers had a warming effect up Yuna’s neck. She hoped Hyera was too drunk to notice.
Yuna grabbed the half-empty whiskey out of her hand and set it aside, asked the bartender for a glass of water, and ignored Hyera’s offended gasp. “You really need to sober up. We have classes tomorrow.”
“But I want to be with you, Yuna. You’re always so sweet with Minji. Spare some of that sweetness with me, hm?” Although protesting, Hyera took the glass of water and downed it quickly, as if wanting to forget something and that cold glass of water did a better job at that than the fourth glass of whiskey did. She quickly got off of her tall black stool and made her way towards the exit before Yuna paid the bill (Hyera always paid her back later. She seemed to like the idea of Yuna “paying” for her drinks.)
Hyera breathed in the cool night air as she waited for Yuna to come to her. Hyera wrapped a hand around Yuna's waist and threw her other fist up into the air in triumph, for whatever reason, and giggled as she leaned her cheek against Yuna’s shoulder.
Hyera was usually very cunning and even more so annoying, but when Hyera invited Yuna over for a private drink, she seemed… less foolhardy, more vulnerable. But she was still closed-off like her normal extraverted self, except then she was social she was also horny and seeking every bit of entertainment.
It was as if each drink Hyera downed was also an offering to Yuna, something of a key, to open a door to Hyera's heart. But each night that door lock would always be broken beforehand.
Yuna never knew what to do with Hyera except to drink with her (“You can do that much for me, can’t you? Like I do for you.”), bring her home, and say goodbye before lighting a cigarette. Yuna was doing so that night as well.
It was their tradition, their little thing that Yuna would never admit was a fun breather after school, although it was Hyera who usually initiated. But Yuna felt more and more at a loss the more Hyera gave her a key to a door that didn’t want to open.
Or maybe Yuna just didn’t want to open it.
She lit another cigarette before retiring for the night.
*
“You drink a lot,” Yuna said as she trickled the glass of whiskey on Hyera’s head, eyes filled with contempt and, even worse, pure disappointment. Hyera only sat still with her mouth agape, as the drink dribbled down her cheeks, swallowing what must’ve been a stone down her throat.
Hyera had worn her favorite dress for that rare evening Yuna called out to her for a drink. And now it was ruined. Ruined completely.
She now smelled of alcohol, cherry perfume, and bitter anger that was brewing under her reddening skin, hot enough with embarrasment that it was evaporating the alcohol into her face. That must be what was making her eyes sting.
Yuna sauntered out of the bar silently while Hyera remained seated, pink lips trembling as if they’d just kissed a monster made out of putrid acid.
Maybe that acidic monster was Hyera herself. But the worst monster among them was Kang Yuna.
Kang Yuna.
Hyera stared down, ice cubes falling off of the top of her scalp and onto the cold floor. “My Yuna wants to anger me?”
She bit down on her bottom lip, worrying its skin like marred leather.
Only I understood how you feel.
How come you can’t do the same?
*
Kang Yuna was furious.
Oh, no—not furious.
She was livid. There was something akin to ferality in those blue eyes searching Hyera’s face.
Hyera was turned on by that more than her pride would ever admit. Well, Screw pride, actually, she was too excited to care about dignity when she felt like she was about to be devoured, or be the one devouring. She liked the idea of both, but preferred the latter.
Yuna walked through Hyera’s apartment door before throwing it shut; she quickly did the same with Hyera against the wall—her arm leaned imposingly over Hyera’s head in the narrow corridor, barely giving her any room to breathe outside of Yuna’s hot breath that was heated by sheer anger.
Yuna angled over Hyera dangerously, looking at her as if she were an animal. “You were the one who got that red-head to stalk me?”
Hyera’s voice was caught in her throat. Not because of the slow, almost quiet tone of voice Yuna reserved only when she was extremely upset; Hyera knew she was in deep shit. But the furrowing of Yuna’s brows, the contempt—but instead of the disappointment there was irritation, vexation, Hyera’s most favorite of Yuna’s expressions. Despite her disadvantageous position, Hyera’s mouth angled up like that of a sly cat. She turned her face to Yuna.
“So, what if I did? Did you get a good fucking with Minjae?” Hyera absent-mindedly curled a streak of her pink hair around her index finger, watching Yuna’s furrowed brows twitch. It was like watching beautiful stars fall upon her feet; it was exciting, it made sweet adrenaline run through her blood. This was more fun than she’d ever had in hook-ups.
If looks could kill, Yuna would’ve commited murder just by staring at Hyera with that frown that revealed two subtle canines. Minji sure was a lucky girl.
“You’ve crossed the line, Hyera.” Yuna growled into her face. It was the first time Hyera ever heard Yuna’s voice so overflowing with rage.
No, scratch that—Minji was the luckiest girl. She had been friends with Kang Yuna for what, five years now? And she’d never thought to make a proper move on Yuna until she gave the advice to. Hyera wondered how anybody could be so stupid. She thought about how Minji had Yuna all to herself for so long, but Minji would never get to see Yuna’s angry side—this face, this voice, this rage was reserved only for Hyera. Only for her.
And Hyera wanted more, more, and more of it.
Hyera leaned her knee between Yuna’s thighs, setting her arms across Yuna’s strong shoulders and connected her fingers behind Yuna’s nape. She wriggled her exposed thigh against Yuna’s soft pelvis covered in denim, earning a shocked gasp from Yuna.
“You’re so sexy when you’re mad,” Hyera whispered into Yuna’s ear, her upper lip almost in contact with her earlobe. God, Yuna really needs to get an ear piercing. Hyera would’ve loved to bite into it, see Yuna’s face contort into that of an angered lion who’s been bitten and would bite back harder.
Hyera was expecting to be thrown off of Yuna the very second Hyera leaned into her, but to her surprise, Yuna stood still.
After a second (which felt like forever), Yuna’s hand roughly grabbed Hyera’s cheekbones between her fingers and glared down at her. “All this time you’ve just been lying to me, Hyera? All you wanted from me was to be another one of your sex partners?”
Yuna’s face leaned in closer, her long black hair falling down Hyera’s red cheeks, her fingers holding Hyera’s face like a ceramic she wanted to break into tiny pieces and then into unrecognizable dust. Every word that seethed through her gritted teeth was like a spit of venom.“I despise you. Fuck, Hyera, you manipulative bitch—”
She couldn’t finish her sentence when Hyera’s lips met hers. Her lips caught the corner of Yuna’s frown, then made an opening between her plump lips with her tongue. She swallowed all of Yuna’s grunts and made herself familiar with the shape of Yuna’s mouth; it tasted like smoked nicotine.
Her tongue was grazing the ends of Yuna’s canines when Yuna suddenly pushed her leg in between Hyera’s thighs (Hyera successfully pushed down a moan.) Yuna’s tongue pushed hers out of her mouth and into Hyera’s before releasing for a deep breath.
Yuna spat with impatience. “This is what you want, Hyera?” She tipped Hyera’s chin up with her index finger. “Then I’m giving it to you, and then you’re out of my life—out of Minji’s life.” The space between her eyebrows darkened as a tinge of sadness tainted her cold voice. “I’ll fuck you, since that’s all you wanted.”
Hyera could feel something cold drop in her stomach, but she quickly donned a devilish smile and wiped saliva off of her mouth. She swiped Yuna’s finger away, aiming her warm lips against the bottom of Yuna’s chin. “Yuna, you fool.”
She hummed against Yuna's taut skin. Yuna’s face was now angling upwards, away from Hyera’s gaze, seemingly out of nervousness for being in a position she’s likely never been in. Hyera absolutely loved that pink flush spreading up her pale neck like a rose. “I’m the one fucking you.”
Yuna sucked in a sharp breath as Hyera mouthed at a high spot in Yuna’s throat. Yuna’s jaw wobbled at the feverish, wet movement. Hyera’s hand spread across the small of Yuna’s back, bracing her against the wall as her knee returned to the grinding position between Yuna’s legs. Hyera’s teeth tugged at the sensitive skin of her neck as her thigh pushed front and back against Yuna’s vulva, the speed of which grew the wetter the spot underneath Yuna’s denim jeans became with each move. This was where Hyera’s legs belonged—tangled with Yuna’s and making them weak.
Above her, Yuna was blocking her mouth with the back of her hand, attempting to muffle down a persistent moan that kept bouncing up and down her throat with each grind rising up between her thighs, with each bite that left a red blemish. She turned her head away from Hyera’s hungry eyes, her eyebrows furrowed and the tips of her lips pulled down like a stubborn child.
Only a little more.
When Hyera’s teeth sank deeper into Yuna’s skin, her face fell into the crook between Hyera’s neck and shoulder, breathing out hot puffs of air against her collarbone. Her hand that was covering her mouth was now fisting the fabric of Hyera’s dress. Yuna moaned, her arms shivering as they looped around Hyera’s neck. Yuna fell onto her knee and began to thrust on it front-and-back. Her moans continued, Hyera’s lips now exploring Yuna’s collarbone, as Yuna kept the perpetual motion going all by herself, her back completely arching forward like a cat, until she gave one final shudder and supported herself against Hyera’s chest like a dying woman.
“Good girl, Yuna.” Hyera’s hand explored beneath Yuna’s shirt like a snake, her fingers becoming the same shape as Yuna’s bra cup.
Upon realizing she’d just enjoyed herself on Hyera’s thigh, Yuna quickly returned her cold gaze and spat. “Shut your mouth.”
Yuna inserted the index and middle finger of her right hand into Hyera’s open mouth, who was too surprised by the quick motion to respond. Her fingers pushed Hyera’s tongue down as she turned her waist around, Hyera’s back now facing her, as Yuna made herself comfortable against the shape of Hyera’s behind. Her other hand trailed to Hyera’s chest—she was wearing that maroon dress that showed her cleavage the most. Yuna hmm-ed in contentment as she proceeded to grab Hyera’s left breast out, its shape overflowing between her fingers, and fiddled with the nipple like it was a toy marble.
Hyera, against better judgment, yelped. Now she felt hot blood flush up her neck and cheeks, but she was hoping it was out of anger and nothing more.
That self-comforting thought flew out the window as Yuna’s fingers now fell even lower and reached below Hyera’s dress. Yuna’s fingers, just like the two on Hyera’s tongue, began to slowly rub the opening slit of her vulva. Hyera couldn’t muffle any moans when her mouth was being held like a hostage.
Something stirred in Yuna’s motions when Hyera let out that moan of pure pleasure. Her speed suddenly increased, and the arch of her fingers deepened through the cotton fabric covering Hyera’s vulva. They went on this until Yuna’s fingers eventually pulled the thong aside for easier passage, and her fingers furthered their reach in both vaginal and oral passage.
Hyera couldn’t take it anymore, but she wanted more. She wanted to be ruined by Yuna at this very moment, wanted to find out what it felt like to have her exploring both of her holes—wanted her two pairs of lips dripping with warm liquid down her neck and thighs all because of her.
But she wanted to ruin Yuna more. Wanted to see how far her back could bend, how much she could howl Hyera’s name until her voice was hoarse, and beg her to finish her. Wanted Yuna to beg her to stay, not the other way around.
Hyera turned around to Yuna and hungrily sought for her lips. Lips she couldn’t have imagined tasting just a few weeks ago, but were all hers tonight. Yuna obeyed Hyera’s tongue, and wrapped her arms around Hyera’s waist as Hyera's hand fervently unbuttoned Yuna’s shirt. Seeing her cleavage out in the open made Hyera want to strip Yuna completely naked to see all that's been missing out on.
Suddenly, a phone rang loudly.
Yuna’s eyes widened and quickly parted her lips from Hyera. Her hand went down to the back pocket of her pants, but her wrist was quickly caught by Hyera.
“Do you really want to ruin this now?” Hyera spoke with an uncharacteristic desperation that surprised even herself.
Yuna looked away from Hyera. “It’s Minji’s ringtone.”
“Fucking hell, Yuna. Forget about Minji,” Hyera said sweetly as her hand traced the edges of Yuna’s flushed face. “Enjoy yourself. Here, with me.”
Something like a second thought glittered behind Yuna’s eyes, and a warm sense of hope permeated across Hyera’s chest, but it was diminished when the phone rang a second time.
Yuna looked Hyera in the eye. That’s all it took for Hyera to understand. She understood that face. She understood Yuna better than anyone else.
Yuna cares more about Minji.
Hyera released Yuna’s hand and quickly walked towards her bathroom. When Yuna tried to say her name, Hyera spat, “We fucked, and that was the end, wasn’t it?”
Her back faced Yuna as she spoke with a scowl across her face. “I'll get out of your life like you wanted.”
Hyera locked the bathroom door and sat down on the toilet. She listened as, for a few moments, Yuna still stood in the doorway silently. She hoped she'd come knocking on her door, turn off her annoying phone, and stay with her for the rest of the night. But that was only a few moments—Yuna quickly opened the door and moved out, just as quickly as she had shown up.
Hyera collected her face in her hands.
You fool.