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Practice ends way too late. Her back aches and her muscles feel like they've been pressure cooked for three hours, yet even after a long hot shower (and, although not ideally, a couple of painkillers) Jeonghan cannot relax.
She tosses and turns in the bed, mattress uncomfortable and sheets sticking to her skin in an unbearable way; most of them had decided to stay in the dorms in order to get to early morning practice without having to deal with the commute.
Jeonghan stares at the ceiling. Thinks about all the things she has to do this week. Practice her lines again. Fix the broken tile on her bathroom wall. Do the laundry. Perm her hair, probably, depending on whatever the company decided between then and the comeback date.
She sighs.
Her phone buzzes.
wonwoo:
Unnie
Are you up?
She snorts. Of course Wonwoo wouldn't give up her nonexistent (not) sleep schedule.
wonwoo:
I can hear you throwing the sheets around like theyre on fire
Is there a spider?
jeonghan:
why are you like this
yeah im awake
wonwoo:
Can I come over?
jeonghan:
depends
what for?
wonwoo:
I’m coming over
The answer makes her giggle, and in less than a minute her door swings open, Wonwoo peeking in before coming inside.
“Hey,” She says, shyly, as if that wasn't the thousandth time. Wonwoo has her glasses on as she lays down in the bed next to Jeonghan, hair still a little damp from the shower and pulled back into a simple braid. Jeonghan wonders who did it for her.
They lay facing each other for a while, not saying anything. Jeonghan plays with the tip of Wonwoo’s braid. Wonwoo snakes one arm around her waist and places the other under the pillow; Jeonghan lays her head on top of it.
It’s comfortable, the two of them, and Jeonghan wishes it weren't (ugly, self-sabotaging, scared).
“Still can't sleep?” Wonwoo breaks the silence. Her fingers skim near the hem of her shorts; Jeonghan hopes she doesn't notice the goosebumps it gives her.
She scoots closer to Wonwoo (selfish). “Nope.” Wonwoo laughs, low and handsome.
“Aren't you tired, though?”
“As shit. I honestly don't know how I’m gonna get to practice tomorrow.” She sighs. Looks up at Wonwoo, illuminated by the low LED lights set up in the corners of the ceiling. Tries to remember how many times she’s done this already. “What about you? Y’ worked hard today, Wonwoo-yah.”
Wonwoo blushes faintly, and Jeonghan wishes she could swallow her whole. “Everyone was working hard, but thanks. My body is killing me but I couldn't get to sleep,” She answers, frowning, and rests her forehead on the curve of Jeonghan’s neck. “I tried gaming for a little while to see if I could tire out my mind but- didn't work. Ugh.”
Jeonghan stops fighting. Leans closer and kisses the corner of her lips. Watches as Wonwoo melts into it, instantaneously. Push and pull. “You're cute.”
Wonwoo leans into her, kisses her properly. Runs her hands across Jeonghan's back, squeezes her waist.
Jeonghan plays with the hairs on the back of her neck with one hand, fights the urge to pull at the braid. Spreads kisses across Wonwoo’s jawline and neck. Tugs at the hem of the sweatshirt she's wearing with the other. “Can I?” She asks, out of breath. Wonwoo nods, eager.
She sits up and Jeonghan reaches upwards to pull the sweatshirt; Wonwoo’s glasses get caught in it. Jeonghan giggles. “Unnie. Careful, I don't wanna break another pair of glasses,” Wonwoo says, whines, and the sound of it goes straight to Jeonghan’s core.
She throws the sweatshirt somewhere on the floor and places the glasses safely on the side table. Wonwoo isn't wearing anything under it, and the room is chilly enough for her nipples to perk up as soon as the air touches them.
Jeonghan pulls her back down by the nape of her neck, kisses her deeply. She tastes minty, from both the toothpaste and the lip balm she always uses. Wonwoo has her hands on Jeonghan’s sides, slides them under her tank top, squeezes the flesh of her waist. Jeonghan wishes she’d do it stronger, make it hurt, make it bruise — but that’s not how it works with Wonwoo, and she knows it.
Jeonghan flips them over slightly, hovers over Wonwoo, still kissing her. She trails down, kissing and nipping as she pleases; Wonwoo breathing heavily under her, pupils blown and lips rosy and plump.
She palms at one breast, laps at the other. Wonwoo whines softly and squirms at the hot of Jeonghan’s mouth against her chest. “Unnie, stop teasing.” She’s out of breath, and Jeonghan takes pride in knowing how well she can take Wonwoo apart.
“Hm?” She pinches one of Wonwoo’s nipples; pulls at the nub and rubs it around her fingers. Wonwoo yelps. Looks straight at Jeonghan, nothing but want in her eyes. “Don't worry, Wonwoo-yah. Unnie will make you feel good.”
Jeonghan strains up, kisses Wonwoo’s lips again; addictive things they were, really. Wonwoo brings her hands up to Jeonghan’s back, scratches at it with dull, manicured fingernails.
Her legs are shut close by impulse. Jeonghan wedges a knee between them, pushes it against Wonwoo’s crotch, which elicits a moan out of her, the sound of it muffled against Jeonghan’s mouth. She drinks it in, presses harder, revels at the reactions she gets from it.
“You’re so pretty like this, Wonwoo-yah,” Jeonghan says against the skin of her neck. Finds a spot low enough to be hidden by clothing, sucks at it, hard enough to mark. “Such a hard worker. Such a pretty girl, all worked up for me.”
Wonwoo whines, scratches at her back with force. It stings deliciously; Jeonghan fights a groan. “Just for you, Unnie.”
Jeonghan’s head spins. She keeps on mouthing at Wonwoo’s neck, leaving no part of it untouched. Slides her hand down her torso, feeling the softness of her skin as she goes. Does it with no rush; she knows it sends shivers down Wonwoo’s spine.
She wastes no time in touching her; Jeonghan can tell she’s soaked just from having pressed against her with her knee. Slips a hand inside Wonwoo’s shorts and past her underwear, fingers sliding across her folds. Wonwoo hisses at the first contact. Jeonghan kisses her, hot and urgent. Slips one finger into her, delighted at how her walls tighten around it.
Wonwoo looks lovely like this, Jeonghan thinks.
“Unnie, ah,” She starts; Jeonghan adds another finger, presses onto her clit with the palm of her hand. “You too.” Wonwoo grabs at the hem of her shorts with shaky hands. Jeonghan kisses her again.
She’s wetter than she’d realized — could have come just by getting Wonwoo off. Wonwoo’s fingers move tentatively, grazing on her core but not quite touching it; it drives Jeonghan crazy.
Jeonghan uses her other hand to coax her into pressing harder, groans a tad too loudly as Wonwoo’s slender fingers enter her.
Her head spins. She’s exhausted, and Wonwoo is intoxicating, and everything feels like way too much right now, and Wonwoo’s sounds and body and– everything are making her head spin round and round.
She moves her own fingers faster, knows Wonwoo is close by the gasps she lets out and by the way her thighs tremble, finds Wonwoo’s most sensitive spot and thrusts hard into it. Her breath hitches and Wonwoo comes, eyes closed and rosy lips slightly open.
Wonwoo’s fingers tremble as she plunges them into Jeonghan. Still, she’s so worked up it doesn't take much for her to come too, biting the soft skin of Wonwoo’s neck with more force than she should have as she comes back down to Earth.
The aftermath has her body feeling vaporized; she feels like she’s laying on a cloud, drifting far away, yet Wonwoo feels solid against her (an anchor). Wonwoo kisses her, sweet yet weary — Jeonghan knows, from experience, how the post-sex adrenaline turns Wonwoo into a soft and pliable creature (drinks it in for however long she can).
“You’re the best, Wonwoo-yah,” She whispers, body facing the ceiling and hand finding Wonwoo’s. “Good night.” She says. I love you remains unsaid (coward).
She falls asleep. When she wakes, Wonwoo isn't there anymore.
-
Wonwoo is actively ignoring her.
It starts with avoiding eye contact on the last day of practice — not even acknowledging her nailing her solo part of the choreography? Come on.
Then, not answering texts.
Then, giving her the cold shoulder when they went out with Jisoo and Soonyoung? Something was up.
They’re usually not so awkward after a booty call; Jeonghan wonders if she might have said something, done something to drive Wonwoo out. She had been tired, sure, but not enough to forget things. Still, Wonwoo had been so cold in the last few days. It did make her wonder.
It gets to a point where Jeonghan does the only sensible thing she can think of: shows up unannounced at Wonwoo’s apartment. It’s not technically a home invasion if she was given a key beforehand, right?
Upon first look, the place looks empty; windows closed, blinds shut and no light turned on in either the kitchen or the living room. Jeonghan leaves her shoes by the door, walking in, socks on only. She knows Wonwoo is home, though, if the keys on the counter and missing home slippers by the entrance are anything to go by.
Peeking in, she sees a purple-ish light coming out of the bedroom. Bingo.
The door is ajar and Wonwoo is facing the screen, the only light on being the one on her screen. Her headset is on, so she doesn't register Jeonghan’s presence as she comes inside.
She seems really into the game, tongue peeking out in concentration. Jeonghan wishes she could stand there and stare at her for a while longer.
Jeonghan wonders how to get her attention. She turns on the ceiling light and Wonwoo jumps up like a scared cat, pushing down the headset and turning towards the doorway, where Jeonghan is standing next to the lightswitch.
“Holy shit!” Wonwoo’s eyes are wide and she’s breathing heavily, heart probably pounding in her chest. Jeonghan almost feels guilty for scaring her like this (she doesn't). “Unnie, what the fuck?”
“Wonwoo-yah, long time no see.”
“Wh- We just saw each other like, two days ago,” Wonwoo deadpans. It’s then that Jeonghan notices she’s in a big shirt and either just her boxers or really short shorts. She looks up, crosses her arms.
“Did we? Because you barely looked me in the eyes, Wonwoo. Even at practice. Why is that so?” Wonwoo shifts her eyesight at that, and Jeonghan knows she caught her red handed.
“That's crazy, unnie. I didn't-” She fumbles, looking down. “Just- What are you even doing here? Did you just come to scare the shit out of me and accuse me of things?”
Jeonghan feels a lump in her throat. Why did she come? To talk? Maybe. To get her heart broken? Honestly, by the look of it, probably.
She sighs, fights the urge to up and leave. “I just wanna talk, Wonwoo. Why have you been ignoring me? Did I do something?” She asks, walls down. She feels bare. Wonwoo’s shoulders tense up.
“You didn't. I’m sorry for avoiding you, it’s just... I think it’s best if we stopped seeing each other like that.”
Jeonghan’s heart drops, no matter how many times she'd imagined that could happen; she and Wonwoo have been in a game of push-and-pull for far too long, and you can only pull so much before the rope breaks.
“Oh.” She says, as if that wasn't the answer she was expecting. “Could you tell me why?”
Wonwoo worries at her bottom lip, close to drawing blood. Picks at the corners of her fingernails. Avoids Jeonghan’s eye even more — has she been that obvious?
“I don't think I can keep on pretending this doesn't mean anything. I’m sorry.”
“Oh.” Jeonghan says, because she is not a lyricist and is not eloquent at all. “Wait. Just- What do you mean by that?”
Wonwoo laughs humorlessly, eyes still not meeting hers. “Is there another way to mean it?”
Jeonghan decides to be brave. Steps forward, into Wonwoo’s space. “Wonwoo-yah.” They’re almost face-to-face, Wonwoo still avoiding her eyesight. “Look at me, please?” Surprisingly, she does. “What did you mean by it?”
Her pupils are blown and she looks small as she stares back at Jeonghan.
“Do I really have to say it?”
Despite her jitteriness, Jeonghan chuckles. “If you want to.”
“I like you, unnie. More than just a friend or a hookup or whatever.” Wonwoo says, voice small. The tips of her ears go red; she still seems a bit scared. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”
“Wonwoo,” Jeonghan says, voice sweet. Wonwoo is looking at her like a lost kitten, and Jeonghan wants to eat her alive. “I’m going to kiss you right now, okay?”
Her eyes go wide for a fraction of a second. She nods.
Jeonghan cups her face, stares her down with a loving gaze. This is all she’s been dreaming of for– however long; it feels a lot like walking on clouds. She tucks a stray strand of Wonwoo’s hair behind her ears.
When she does kiss her, it’s tender and loving. Wonwoo melts like butter under her, gripping her waist and returning it in earnest. Jeonghan can't help but smile into the kiss.
“I like you too, Wonwoo-yah. So, so much.”
Wonwoo looks at her with stars in her eyes, hands gripping her waist. “You do? Really?”
Jeonghan giggles. “Of course, silly. What about you, though?” She pokes Wonwoo’s cheek, teasingly. “You like me, but you ice me out completely for like, a whole week? What’s up with that?”
Wonwoo blushes a pretty shade of pink from her cheeks to the tips of her ears. “I’m sorry! I guess it really hit me after that last time, y’know, me liking you so much, and I panicked. I’m sorry for running away.”
Jeonghan kisses her sweetly, Wonwoo’s lips like a drug she couldn't get away from.
“All is forgiven now, princess.” Jeonghan says; doesn't miss how the blush on Wonwoo’s cheeks deepens at the use of the pet name, makes a mental note of if for later. “Although I think I know of some things you could do to make it up to me.” She adds, grinning devilishly.
Wonwoo laughs, loud and unabashed. Tightens the hold she has around Jeonghan’s waist, slips a hand under her shirt and squeezes, teasingly.
“You're insufferable.” But she kisses her anyway.