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The room hums like a bee’s pissed off, buzzing all around with voices, scribbling pens, the occasional cough—everyone’s pretending this isn’t the most awkward read-through ever.

Subin is seated across from Hyeri. Fate? Yeah, if fate is that guy at the party who always gets you into trouble. The kind of guy you know you shouldn’t be staring at—but here you are. And Hyeri? Lee Hyeri, the walking definition of dangerous , with her sharp eyes and soft lips that have probably ruined more lives than Subin can count, is twisting the cap of her pen between her fingers like she’s running the clock out on a game she knows she’s already won.

And Subin? She’s holding it together—barely. She’s clutching her script like it’s her lifeline. No, scratch that—she’s clutching it like it’s the last thing keeping her grounded before the freefall of whatever’s about to happen next. She knows what’s coming. She’s heard the rumors- whispers among the crew, quiet conversations between staff members. She knows what the writers have been planning, the direction they want to take.

There’s gonna be a kiss.

A bathtub.

Her and Hyeri.

Subin’s throat does this weird thing, like it’s choking on the idea of it. She doesn’t breathe for a second.

Pages rustle. Voices overlap like the soundtrack to her impending breakdown. Subin’s knee is bouncing under the table like a metronome out of sync. She’s trying to shake the nerves out of her body, but it’s like trying to outrun a storm on foot.

Then—

The pause.

It’s too much silence, like even the universe is holding its breath, and then—

“Jaeyi hesitates, eyes flickering down before her thumb grazes Seulgi’s bottom lip, testing, teasing. The air between them thickens, charged with something unspoken.

Slowly, Jaeyi leans in, pressing the softest kiss against Seulgi’s lips—a fleeting touch, a question more than anything.

Seulgi doesn’t pull away.

Instead, she catches her bottom lip between her teeth, breath shaky, eyes dark as she watches Jaeyi.

That’s all the invitation Jaeyi needs.

This time, when she leans in, there’s no hesitation—only heat. Their lips crash together, the water rippling around them as she pulls Seulgi closer, deepening the kiss.”

Subin’s eyes don’t blink. They’re stuck open. Her body freezes, and the words echo in her brain like a gunshot.

Across from her, Hyeri tilts her head. Slight. Muderous. Like she’s a lion studying her prey.

“Oh,” she says, eyes flicking up to meet Subin’s with that glint. The kind of glint that says she knows exactly what just happened to Subin’s heart. “Didn’t see that coming.”

Subin’s throat does the thing again, like it’s a cracked dam about to burst.

She doesn’t know how to reply to that. How does one speak when everything in the room is screaming?

“Huh,” Subin mutters, because that’s the only thing her brain allows to come out, like her thoughts are busy on vacation.

Hyeri’s eyes narrow slightly. That smile— oh, that smile —it curls up like she knows a secret that’s about to turn Subin’s world upside down.

“Guess we’ll have to get comfortable,” she says, voice low, the words wrapping around Subin like a velvet rope. And she says it so casually, like she’s not throwing Subin off the edge of a cliff with these words.

Subin’s stomach takes a nosedive, and the floor might as well have dropped out from under her. She thinks if she tries hard enough, she might just disappear. Into another reality where she’s not sitting across from Hyeri, watching her eyes flicker with mischief.

Woo-ri lets out a whistle. “A bathtub kiss, huh? That’s bold.”

Subin’s laugh escapes too fast, sharp like it’s broken. She hates how it sounds.

But Hyeri? Hyeri doesn’t flinch. She leans back in her chair, crossing her arms, the edge of her sweater slipping down one shoulder, revealing just enough skin that Subin really doesn’t need to see. “Bold?” Hyeri echoes, voice smooth as ice cream and twice as dangerous. “I don’t think it’s bold. I think it’s…” She trails off, glancing at Subin with that look that makes Subin’s breath stall in her chest. “…inevitable.”

The director coughs, snapping everyone back to reality. “We’ll coordinate choreography for it later. Let’s keep reading.”

Subin doesn’t hear a word. Her mind’s running at the speed of light and colliding with every wall in sight.

And then—Hyeri does it again.

Another glance. A flick of her eyes. Quick. Intentional.

Subin has never felt like she was drowning while sitting in a chair before.

-

The read-through ends, and Subin bolts. Like an actual bolt of lightning, straight for the door.

But then—

A hand.

A soft hand catches her wrist, and Subin stops in her tracks like she’s been hit by an invisible force.

It’s her.

Hyeri.

Standing there with that look, the one that should be illegal. The one that has to come with a warning. A neon sign. Something.

“Hey,” Hyeri says, voice like honey on a summer day, a little too confident. “Busy tonight?”

Subin’s heart does that thing again. The thing where it might actually stop for a second. She can’t tell if she’s about to pass out or burst into flames. “Uh…”

Hyeri doesn’t wait for a proper answer. She never does. “Come over.”

Subin blinks, hard. “Come over?” she repeats, because apparently, repeating things is her new personality trait.

Hyeri doesn’t respond with words, just a small shift in her weight, her lips curling into that half-smile that could wreck Subin’s entire life in under two minutes. “Mhm,” she says, voice low, like she’s telling a secret. “To… practice.”

Subin’s body goes still. Frozen in time. No words come. It’s like her mouth has been replaced with concrete.

Hyeri, though—she doesn’t care. She’s moving now, her grip light but deliberate, testing the line, seeing how far she can push.

“Think about it,” she says casually, stepping back like it’s just a suggestion. “You want to make it look… real , don’t you?”

Subin’s heart? Definitely not still beating at this point. It’s a distant memory.

Hyeri walks away like nothing happened. Like she didn’t just set a bomb off in Subin’s chest and then casually stroll away from the explosion.

Subin stands there, still holding onto the door frame as though it’s the only thing keeping her from floating away.

She’s in deep, deep trouble.

-

Subin’s head is a mess.

Hyeri’s address isn’t far—just a few blocks from the studio—but the walk here had felt endless, her thoughts spiraling the entire way. She stands outside the door now, shifting her weight, wiping her sweaty palms against her shorts.

It’s just practice. That’s what she keeps telling herself.

The taller woman opens the door, leaning against the frame like she has all the time in the world. Her smile is soft, unreadable. “Took you long enough.”

Subin exhales sharply, stepping inside, blinking at the warm glow of the apartment. It smells like vanilla and something citrusy, like perfume lingering in the air long after someone’s already left the room.

“Make yourself comfortable.” Hyeri gestures lazily toward the couch before disappearing into the kitchen.

Subin sits, her shoulders stiff, back too straight. Comfortable? In what world? Her legs bounce, her fingers twitch, and when the older girl returns with two glasses, she forces herself to accept one just to have something to hold.

Hyeri settles beside her, close enough that their knees almost brush. Close enough that Subin can see every detail—the tiny mole under her eye, and lip. The curve of her lips, the way she swirls her drink absentmindedly before taking a slow, deliberate sip.

“So,” the taller girl hums, licking a stray drop of liquid from her lip, “how do you feel about the kiss scene?”

Subin nearly chokes on air.

She grips her glass tighter, the condensation slick against her fingers. “It’s… fine.”

Hyeri’s brows lift, eyes flickering with amusement. “ Fine ?”

Subin clears her throat. “I mean—it’s not a big deal, right?”

A pause. Then, the older woman grins, slow and knowing, like she can see straight through her. “Not unless you make it one.”

The room feels smaller. Hotter.

Subin shifts in her seat, trying to focus on literally anything else—the script, the drink in her hand, the way her heart is acting like it wants out of her chest. But Hyeri isn’t giving her an out. She leans in just slightly, propping her elbow against the back of the couch, fully turned toward her now.

“You know,” she muses, reaching for the script in Subin’s lap, “some actors practice these things beforehand.”

Subin watches as the older girl flips lazily through the pages, fingers trailing over the printed lines. She forces herself to breathe. “Do they?”

“Mm.” Hyeri nods, feigning distraction. “It helps with chemistry.”

The younger woman swallows. “Chemistry.”

Hyeri hums like she’s testing how the word sounds in Subin’s voice. Then, without looking up from the script, she asks, “You ever kissed someone on camera before?”

Subin hesitates. “No.”

A beat.

“You ever kissed a woman before?”

Subin stiffens. Her stomach does something weird and traitorous. “…No.”

Hyeri hums again, softer this time, like that’s the exact answer she was expecting. Like it slots perfectly into some unspoken equation she’s been solving in her head.

Her gaze flicks up, dark and unreadable. “You ever wanted to?”

Subin makes a noise—somewhere between a breath and a strangled cough.

“I—”

Hyeri doesn’t let her finish. She sets the script aside and turns fully toward her, one knee brushing against Subin’s. “Wait, let me guess,” she says, tilting her head. “You thought about it. Probably late at night, probably by accident, probably when you saw some actress in a drama and went, ‘Oh. Oh, no.’”

Subin feels like she’s being studied . Like Hyeri is peeling her apart, layer by layer, just for fun.

“That’s not—”

Hyeri cuts her off with a dramatic gasp, clutching her chest like she’s just cracked the case. “Oh my god. Did you ever have a girl-crush? Be honest.”

Subin shrinks into herself, face burning. “Hyeri—”

“I need to know.”

“You don’t .”

“I do.”

Subin groans, rubbing a hand over her face. “Okay, fine. Maybe once.”

Hyeri grins like she’s just won something. “Who?”

“I’m not telling you.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’ll make fun of me.”

“I promise I won’t.”

Subin exhales sharply, staring at the ceiling like it holds divine intervention. “I…” She hesitates. “I used to be a fan of Girls’ Day in high school, okay?”

Hyeri’s entire face lights up . “Oh my god.”

“Don’t—”

“You had a crush on me?”

Subin buries her face in her hands. “I hate you.”

Hyeri cackles, absolutely thriving in Subin’s suffering. “This is amazing. This is the best news I’ve gotten all week.”

“I take it back.” Subin glares at her. “Never happened. You misheard me.”

“Too late.” Hyeri leans in, propping her chin on her hand, still grinning like a devil. “You wanna kiss me so bad.”

Subin makes a distressed noise in the back of her throat. “I do not.”

“You do.”

“I do not —”

“So let’s do it.”

Subin freezes. “WHAT?”

Hyeri shrugs like it’s the most casual suggestion in the world. “Let’s kiss. Just a test run. A little rehearsal. A trial period.”

Subin can’t even process that. “That’s not—that’s not how trial periods work!”

Hyeri shifts closer, still impossibly smug. “What’s stopping you?”

Subin splutters. “What’s stopping you?”

“Nothing,” the older girl says easily. Then, without hesitation, she adds, “I’ve kissed girls before.”

Subin stops in her tracks.

Her brain, her body, the entire concept of space and time— everything pauses.

Hyeri watches her reaction, clearly entertained. “Oh? That got your attention?”

“I—what?”

“You heard me.”

Subin blinks, mouth opening and closing, scrambling for words. “I—when? How many?”

Hyeri tilts her head, pretending to count on her fingers. “Hmm. Maybe… five?”

Subin chokes. “ Five?”

The older girl shrugs. “Give or take.”

The smaller woman stares at her, recalculating everything.

Hyeri smirks. “Wanna be number six?”

Subin’s entire body locks up. Her brain is screaming at her to say no. To be normal. To be professional.

They’re seated on Hyeri’s couch, bodies turned toward each other. Close, but not close enough.

Hyeri leans in. Slowly. Carefully. Giving her every chance to back away.

And Subin?

Subin doesn’t move.

Not in the bad way. More in the entire-brain-malfunctioning and might-actually-pass-out kind of way.

The older girl tilts her head, watching her like she’s trying to solve a puzzle. Waiting.

“Relax,” Hyeri murmurs, voice dipped in something low.

Easy for her to say.

“I—” Subin tries, but her words disintegrate before they even exist.

Hyeri’s fingers find her jaw. She tilts Subin’s chin up just slightly, thumb skimming over her bottom lip. “Kissing isn’t about moving your lips around,” she muses, her voice so close Subin can feel it against her skin. “It’s about making them feel it.”

Subin swallows hard. Her nerves tangled.

“Here.” Hyeri leans in, her lips barely ghosting over hers, teasingly. “Let me show you.”

Then she kisses her.

Not soft. Not hesitant. Intentional.

A slow press of lips, like she’s testing her, daring her to kiss back.

Subin exhales sharply. Her hands twitch where they rest uselessly at her sides.

“Don’t be shy,” Hyeri whispers against her mouth, lips grazing hers with every word. “You’re overthinking it.”

Shy? Shy? Subin isn’t shy, she’s just—just—

Hyeri kisses her deeper, guiding. Their mouths move together, slow and teasing, a rhythm neither of them had to learn.

Hyeri tastes like wine and something sweeter underneath. Something that melts on Subin’s tongue, makes her dizzy.

The older girl tilts her head, deepening the kiss, and the shift is so seamless, so natural, that Subin barely notices when her own body starts leaning into it. Her hands holding onto Hyeri’s shoulders, fingers almost digging into the older woman’s skin.

Then, Hyeri pulls back just slightly, their breaths mingling.

“Bite my lip.”

Subin blinks, still dazed. “What?”

“My bottom lip,” Hyeri mumbled, voice like velvet, like silk-wrapped peril. “Just a little.”

Subin hesitates—only for a second—before following through. A tiny bite, just enough pressure to break whatever restraint is left.

Hyeri inhales sharply, a sound that sends something hot curling in the lower part of Subin’s stomach.

“Yeah,” the older woman breathes, voice deeper now, rougher, “just like that.”

And then they’re kissing again.

Messier this time. Hungrier.

Hyeri’s hands slide to her waist, further downwards, fingers pressing into her hips as she tugs her closer.

“Come here,” she speaks softly.

Subin barely processes the shift until she’s moving, until Hyeri is guiding her onto her lap, knees bracketing her thighs, pulling her in.

And oh.

Oh.

Subin makes a sound—pathetic, breathy, needy—because her brain isn’t working, but her body is. Her hands slide down Hyeri’s arms before slipping lower, skimming over her waist, then under her shirt, fingertips tracing the curve of her spine. She drags them up, slow and teasing, feeling the shift of muscle beneath soft skin, and Hyeri exhales—sharp, almost shaky.

“That’s hot,” she murmurs, voice dropping, edged with something breathless. “Touch me like that during filming, No one will even notice, we’ll be under the water… hidden by the foam.”

And then she moves.

Hyeri’s grip on Subin’s hips tightens—firm, unyielding—as she pulls her forward, guiding her into a slow, calculated roll of her hips. The friction is instant, setting Subin’s nerves alight, a heat throbbing low in her core.

A soft, unbidden sound slips from Subin’s lips, and Hyeri catches it with a smirk, her hands keeping her in place as she pulls her into another grind. Then another.

Subin’s fingers clench against Hyeri’s back, nails digging into bare skin, but it does nothing to ground the younger.

Hyeri hums, her lips grazing the shell of Subin’s ear. “Just like that.”

The slow, intoxicating rhythm continues, their bodies locked together in something that feels way too risky to be practice.

Subin exhales, her breath shaky, her head tilting back slightly—only for Hyeri to take full advantage, pressing an open-mouthed kiss against the column of her throat.

And then—Hyeri’s hands slip lower. Past the curve of Subin’s waist. Down, down, until she’s grabbing handfuls of her ass, using the grip to guide her into another deep, slow roll of her hips.

Subin moans, fingers tightening even more against Hyeri’s back, but she doesn’t let go. She can’t.

Hyeri’s touch is absorbing her sanity. Her presence consuming, her voice nothing but fiber and sin when she mumbled against her skin, “God, you’re so hot when you’re falling apart.”

God what the fuck.

Subin’s lips escape another whimper—her body is on fire, a molten mess of heat and desire—each sound slipping from her like she’s unraveling, losing herself piece by piece.

Hyeri’s hands move with urgency, gripping Subin’s hips, her touch desperate yet controlled as she maintains eye contact, her gaze dark, full of raw need. More heat. More friction. More sounds—soft moans slipping from both of them, too real to ignore, too rousing to stop.

Hyeri’s hands are everywhere, moving with purpose, slipping under Subin’s shirt like she knows exactly what she’s doing. Her fingertips graze over Subin’s belly, sending a shock through her system. Subin’s breath halts for a second, her body reacting before her brain even catches up. Hyeri’s hand creeps upward, pausing just above her chest, and then—damn—she cups her breasts, like she owns them.

Subin gasps, skin burning at the contact. She can barely think, can’t even process what’s happening before her hips are moving, grinding into Hyeri’s lap without her permission. It’s like her body’s running on instinct now, chasing more of this friction, she can’t get enough of.

“Subin…” Hyeri’s voice is low, a husky whisper that sends chills down her spine. Her grip tightens just enough to send another wave of heat flooding through her. “You feel so fucking good.”

Subin’s head falls back, a breathless moan escaping her lips as she presses herself closer, her core throbbing. She’s not even sure where she end and Hyeri begins, all she know’s is her body’s hungry for this, and she can’t stop.

Their movements blurring together. They kiss again, which deepens, messy and desperate, tongues colliding in a frantic rhythm.

Hyeri groans into the kiss, the sound vibrating straight through Subin, making her entire figure shake.

She’s so close to just throwing all her morals out the damn window. Everything she’s ever known is slipping away, and she doesn’t care. All she can focus on is how Hyeri’s hands feel, how she feels—how it’s all too much and not enough at the same time.

“Hyeri…” Subin’s voice cracks, low and needy, her palms gripping whatever they can find, holding on like she’s about to lose herself completely. “I—fuck, I need you…”

Hyeri grins against her lips, her hands moving, pulling Subin even closer. “Anything you want,” she exhales, and the heat between them doubles.

Subin’s hips buck desperately, no control over the movement anymore. She’s pushing into Hyeri like she’s been starving for this, her core needy and wild, her head spinning as everything else fades.

She needs more friction.

“You're gonna ruin me…” Hyeri groans.

Subin’s breath is shallow, faster now, moving with the same desperate tempo. Her digits everywhere—on Hyeri’s neck, in her hair, pulling her closer, as if they could melt into each other. “Hyeri, please… I need more…”

She watches Subin with a hooded gaze, lips parted, her dark hair spilling over one shoulder and sticking to her neck from the heat that’s been building up between them. Her touch slides up Subin’s thighs, fingers tracing the edge of her shorts before hooking into the waistband. With a quick tug, she unbuttons them, yanking the zipper down in one sharp motion. She peels the shorts off, tossing them aside—they land in a crumpled pile on the hardwood floor, a few feet away, abandoned.

Subin’s left in her panties now, a flimsy scrap of cotton plastered to her skin, the wet patch stark and obscene against the pale fabric.

Hyeri’s eyes flick down, a slow grin tugging at her lips. “God, you’re so wet,” she says, voice low and rough, laced with a mix of awe and hunger.

Her hands find Subin’s hips again, guiding her back onto her right thigh, the slick heat pressing hard against her bare skin. Subin shifts, straddling her tighter, the soaked cotton sliding with every desperate roll of her hips.

“Fuck, look at you,” Hyeri gasps, her tone thick with tease as she presses Subin down harder, fingers splaying wide over her hips. “So needy… does that feel better, baby?” She flexes her thigh, pushing up just enough to draw a choked moan from Subin’s throat. The younger girl nods, another whimper escaping her lips right after.

The couch groans faintly under them, the springs protesting as Hyeri leans forward, her breath hot against Subin’s ear. “C’mon, keep going—just like that. You’re so fucking close, I can feel it…”

Subin’s movements grow erratic, her lungs stutter on the intake, and Hyeri’s grip tightens, steering her through it. “That’s it,” she coaxes, voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. “You’re soaking my thigh, fuck…” Her hands slide up, one cupping Subin’s jaw, tilting her head back down so their eyes lock, the other pressing down on her lower back, urging her harder against her leg.

Subin’s mind is a blur, and the consequences? She doesn’t even care about them anymore.

“Fuck, Hyeri, I—” Subin gasps, words tangled in the chaos of everything that’s happening. “I’m so close…”

The air’s thick with the sound of Subin’s ragged breathing, the wet slide of her panties against Hyeri’s skin.

Hyeri’s fingers hook into the damp fabric of Subin’s panties. With a quick tug, she yanks them to the side, exposing Subin’s dripping wet pussy to the cool air for a split second before it meets the heat of Hyeri’s bare thigh. The slickness smears against her skin, a hot, messy glide that makes Hyeri’s breath hitch. “God Subin, you’re so fucking hot like this,” she mutters, her voice rough and low, eyes glued to where Subin’s grinding against her.

The youngers hips roll harder, her pussy sliding over Hyeri’s upper leg, coating it with her arousal. The wet sound of it—sloppy, loud—fills the room, mixing with her sharp little whimpers. Hyeri smirks, leaning in closer. “Fuck, I can hear how wet you are.” Her hand stays firm on Subin’s lower back, pushing her down just enough to keep the pressure perfect.

S ubin throws her head back, due to the pleasure. She closes her eyes for a second, to really feel it.

While the older grips her jaw, forcing her to look down. Their eyes lock, and Hyeri’s stare is all fire, daring her to lose it.

Subin’s a mess, thighs trembling as she rubs herself faster. Her clit drags against Hyeri’s skin, swollen and sensitive, and the friction’s got her mind spinning out. “Hyeri—fuck—” she chokes out, voice breaking, but she doesn’t stop, and Hyeri’s thigh is beyond soaked now, glistening with her, practically dripping down Hyeri’s leg.

She’s losing it, hips stuttering as she chases that high. “Unnie—ohhh yes!, I’m gonna cum—” she gasps out, voice cracking, desperate, her words half-swallowed by the heat crashing through her.

Hyeri doesn’t say much, just keeps her eyes glued to Subin’s face, drinking in every detail—the way her lips part, the flush creeping up her neck, the sweat beading on her forehead. “You're so lost in this… it’s so sexy.” she mutters, low and rough, her voice cutting through the haze. Subin’s too far gone to respond, and then it hits—her orgasm slams into her like a damn tidal wave. Her eyes roll back hard, whites flashing as her head tips, mouth falling open in a choked, guttural moan. Her whole body seizes up, hips jerking erratic against Hyeri’s thigh, and a hot gush of slick sprays out, soaking Hyeri’s skin even more. Her pussy clenches, pulsing, dripping, while her thighs shake like they might give out.

Hyeri doesn’t blink, doesn’t move—just watches, lips twitching into a smug little smirk as Subin unravels. She tracks every shudder, every twitch of Subin’s face, the way her lashes flutter and her jaw goes slack. Subin’s chest heaves, breaths coming in ragged bursts, and Hyeri’s still staring, soaking in the chaos like it’s her own personal show. 

"You have no idea what you just did to me.” She says under her breath, voice barely a whisper, but it’s enough to linger in the air as Subin rides out the last jolts, wrecked and trembling on top of her.

Hyeri doesn’t even try to hide the hunger in her eyes—like she’s replaying every second of Subin losing it, etching it into her brain.

Subin blinks, slow and hazy, her eyes fluttering back into focus as the fog starts to clear.

Her body’s still buzzing, pussy throbbing faintly against Hyeri’s skin, but then it hits her—what just happened. Her face flushes hot, a deep red creeping up her neck as she realizes how fucking exposed she is, panties shoved aside, dripping all over Hyeri like some shameless mess.

She ducks her head, trying to pull away from Hyeri’s grip, but Hyeri doesn’t let go, keeping her pinned there.

“Oh no, don’t you dare get shy on me now,” Hyeri mutters, smirking, her thumb brushing Subin’s jaw, teasing her into staying put.

Subin’s too wrecked to move fast. “Shit, unnie, I—” she mumbles, voice small, barely audible, her eyes darting away from Hyeri’s intense stare.

Her legs shift, sticky and awkward, and she presses her lips together, embarrassment crashing over her like a wave. Hyeri just watches, her smirk widening as Subin squirms, caught between the afterglow and the sudden urge to disappear.

God—what the hell just happened?

A rehearsal? A practice run?

This was anything but that.

Their mouths are still dangerously close.

Subin’s lips—her entire body—still tingling, still burning from everything that just happened.

Hyeri’s dark eyes trace every inch of Subin’s face, unreadable, intense—like she’s memorizing her.

“See?” she murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. “That’s how you make it feel real.”

Subin’s chest rises and falls in sharp, uneven breaths. Her mind is struggling to catch up, to make sense of it all, of how she got here—of how she never wants to leave.

Was this really just practice? Is that what Hyeri’s saying?

It doesn’t matter. She couldn’t speak even if she wanted to.

Hyeri watches her, gaze flickering down to her parted lips, then back up. Then—

A slow, knowing smirk.

And then—

“Want to go again?”

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A slow, knowing smirk.

…

“Want to go again?”

Subin's eyes widen, a fresh blush painting her cheeks as Hyeri's words sink in. "Hyeri-ah..." she whispers, still trying to wrap her head around the intimacy of calling her that.

“I… I’ve never done anything like this before,” she admits, uncertainty threading through her voice. That much is obvious—the way her fingers twitch, the way her breath catches just a little too sharply.

"I'm not sure I know how to... to make it good for you."

And what if she doesn’t? What if this moment, charged and delicate, crumbles under the weight of expectation?

A flicker of hesitation crosses her face.

Hyeri's expression softens, her thumb brushing gently over Subin's lower lip. "Shh, it's okay," she hushes, her voice a soothing rumble. She lets her finger linger there for a moment. "I'll guide you, Subin. Don't worry about making it perfect right away."

She shifts their position, guiding Subin to lie back against the pillows of her couch, as she hovers over her, one hand braced beside her head. "The key is to focus on me," Hyeri explains, her eyes locked with Subin's. "On what I like, what feels good. It's not about grand gestures or fancy moves."

Hyeri leans down, her lips grazing the shell of Subin's ear as she mutters, "Like this..." She nips lightly at Subin's earlobe, then soothes the sting with a slow lick. "A little bite, a soft suck... that's enough to drive me wild."

Hyeri's grip finds Subin's, guiding it to her own lips. She presses Subin's fingers against her mouth, showing her how to trace the soft swell of her lower lip, the curve of her cupid's bow. "My lips are sensitive," Hyeri murmurs, her hush of breath hot against Subin's skin. "A touch, a kiss in just the right spot... it's enough to make me gasp."

She guides Subin's press lower, to the line of her jaw, the slender column of her throat. "Here..." Hyeri sighs out, tilting her head to expose more of her neck. "Kiss me here, hard enough to leave a mark. I want to feel the heat of your tongue, the graze of your teeth..."

Hyeri's pupils dark, her voice rough with desire as she walks Subin through it, teaching her the way her skin reacts to every press, every stroke, making sure she knows where it matters most. "Don't be afraid to explore," she utters, her own hands roaming slowly over Subin.

Hyeri surrenders control now, switching positions with the younger, as she sinks  onto the couch, pulling Subin on top of her. She tangles her fingers in Subin's silky hair and tugs the younger girls head, lowering it a bit.

Subin hesitates for only a moment before complying, her lips and teeth and tongue setting to work on the column of Hyeri's throat. She sucks hard, skimming the delicate skin with her teeth, leaving vivid hickies in her wake. Hyeri's pulse jumps beneath the pressure, and Subin feels a thrill of power at the knowledge that she's the cause of such desire.

To steady herself, Subin lifts up onto one hand, shifting her weight onto that palm, hovering above Hyeri. Her other hand, Hyeri seizes, guiding it beneath the hem of her shirt. Subin shudders as her fingers meet the bare skin of Hyeri's stomach, realizing, the older has forgone a bra.

"Touch them, Subin," Hyeri coaxes, her voice a seductive croon as she guides Subin's hand higher. She presses Subin's flat of the hand to the underside of her breast, and Subin can feel the pebbled peak of her nipple.

Subin gulps back her nervousness, her shyness, and starts to explore. She maps out the soft swells of Hyeri's breasts, marveling at their shape, their texture. "Is this okay?" she whispers, voicing her hesitation.

"It's more than okay," Hyeri assures her, guiding the tips of Subin’s fingers to grasp and cup the full mound, to brush over the stiff peak. "It feels incredible. Don't stop touching me."

Emboldened by Hyeri's words, Subin continues her exploration. She squeezes and caresses, learning the shape and feel of Hyeri's body, committing every detail to memory. Hyeri guides her hand lower, to the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips, urging her to tingle, to claim every inch of her.

"Your skin is so soft," Subin mumbles under her breath, almost in awe. Her fingertips dance along Hyeri's ribcage

Hyeri takes Subin's wrist, guiding her hand to the hem of her shirt. "Take these off," she commands, her voice low and sultry. "I want you to be able to see, what you touch."

Subin blushes at the request, but she doesn't hesitate. She tugs Hyeri's shirt up and over her head, revealing the smooth expanse of her toned stomach and the tantalizing curve of her breasts. Subin gasps, her eyes widen.

"Oh my god, Unnie," Subin exhales shakily, her gaze locked onto Hyeri's bare chest. "You're... wow." She swallows hard, feeling a flush creep up her neck and into her cheeks. Hyeri's breasts are beautiful, full and high, defying gravity in a way that makes Subin's mouth go dry.

But it's her nipples that truly capture Subin's attention. They are the prettiest things Subin has ever seen, a delicate brown with a slight touch of pink that makes her ache to taste them.

And hard. Oh god, are they hard. Hyeri's arousal is evident in the way they strain towards Subin, like they’re begging to be touched.

Hyeri smirks as she watches Subin drink in the sight of her, taking in every detail hungrily. "Well?" she prompts, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind Subin's ear. "Is this what you imagined when you thought about me naked?"

Subin swallows hard, her eyes roaming over Hyeri's exposed skin, committing every detail to memory. "Yes," she admits softly, her cheeks flushed pink. "I mean-.. It's so similar... almost exactly how I imagined them. But your actual breasts are way prettier, Unnie."

Hyeri's smirk widens into a wicked grin, her eyes glinting with mischief. "So you have been thinking about me naked, huh?" she teases, trailing a finger along Subin's jawline. "I'm flattered."

Subin ducks her head, embarrassed but aroused by Hyeri's teasing. "I can't help it," she mumbles, peeking up at Hyeri through her lashes. "You're just... you're so beautiful, Hyeri."

Hyeri’s fingers skim down Subin’s jaw, light but deliberate, like she’s tracing the outline of something she already owns. Her eyes burn, sharp and knowing, like she’s pulling the breath straight from Subin’s lungs just to see what she’ll do without it.

“Kiss me,” Hyeri says, and it’s not a suggestion. It’s gravity, inevitability—like she’s already decided Subin will, and Subin’s body is just catching up.

Hyeri runs her fingers through Subin’s hair, letting them trail down to the nape of her neck, but she doesn’t pull—she doesn’t need to. Subin is already leaning in, already caught in the gravity of her, like there was never another choice.

Their lips crash together, hot and unhesitating. Hyeri parts her lips, inviting, teasing, and a satisfied hum slips from her throat as Subin takes the invitation, her tongue sliding in to meet Hyeri’s.

“Mmm, just like that,” Hyeri murmurs against her lips, nipping at Subin’s bottom one before pulling her back in. “Go deeper. Taste me.”

Hyeri arches her back upwards, pressing her bare chest against Subin’s, the thin fabric of Subin’s shirt doing nothing to dull the warmth between them. She takes Subin's hands and guides them to her chest, encouraging her to massage the soft mounds.

“Touch me,” Hyeri whimpers, her voice edged with want. “Feel me… I want your hands on me.”

Subin obeys, kneading the supple flesh, feeling Hyeri's nipples harden even further against her palms. Hyeri gasps, her head falling back as sparks of pleasure shoot through her.

"Bite my lip, Subin," Hyeri demands, a wicked glint in her eye. "Bite it and then soothe it with a kiss.”

Subin falters for half a second—half a second too long—before giving in, sinking her teeth into Hyeri’s bottom lip with just enough pressure to make her gasp. The sting barely has time to settle before Subin chases it with a slow, purposeful kiss, like an apology she doesn’t actually mean.

Hyeri shudders, a jolt of fever shooting straight down her back, pooling low and insistent. It spreads through her veins like liquid fire, leaving her restless, ravenous— ruined.

“Fuck, Subin,” she breathes, her chest repeatedly colliding with Subin’s, her breath ragged and uneven. Her hands roam down Subin’s spine, fingertips igniting as they graze the fabric, yearning for more, craving the entirety of her. “I want you… every part of you, make me lose myself.”

Subin shifts, her thigh sliding between Hyeri’s now, pressing gently against the olders core. Hyeri parts her thighs, guiding the movement, her body eager, inviting.

The hem of her short shorts riding up to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her panties. "Suck on my nipples," she urges, her voice a needy whisper. "I need to feel your tongue around them."

Subin blushes, nervously tangling her fingers in Hyeri's hair as she leans down. She takes Hyeri's nipple into her mouth, suckling tentatively at first, unsure of exactly what she's doing. Hyeri inhales sharply, arching into the touch as she guides Subin with a gentle hand on the back of her head.

"Yes, just like that," Hyeri breathes out, encouraging the inexperienced girl. "Now swirl your tongue around it, Subin. Flick it over the tip until I'm squirming with need."

Subin does her best to follow Hyeri's instructions, but her movements are clumsy and unpracticed. She laps at the stiff peak awkwardly, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through Hyeri despite the lack of skill. Hyeri grinds her hips up, rubbing her covered sex against Subin's upper thigh as she moans at the sensation.

“Fuck..," Hyeri pants out, tangling her fingers in Subin's hair. "Keep going, don't stop. I need more."

Subin switches to the other nipple, sucking and licking with increasing fervor as Hyeri's encouragement spurs her on. She may be inexperienced, but she's eager to please the older, to make her feel good. Hyeri grinds harder against Subin's thigh, the damp patch in her panties growing with each passing second as her arousal builds.

"Ah- YES-," Hyeri moans, Her head falls back against the armrest of the couch as she surrenders herself to the pleasure of her Subin’s eager touch.

Hyeri’s breath catches as Subin’s hand slips down her stomach, moving lower with slow, intentional pressure.

She looks up at Subin with hooded, lust-filled eyes, the hunger in them clear. She parts her lips, a silent plea etched in every glance, before she breathes out, “Go lower,” her voice barely a whisper, raw and desperate.

Subin’s fingers ghost over the waistband of Hyeri’s pants, a brief touch that sends a shiver through her. She lingers there for a heartbeat, hesitation flickering in her orbs.

Unable to resist any longer, Hyeri reaches down, grabbing Subin's wrist. She guides Subin's hand to the zipper of her shorts, urging her to unzip them. Subin hesitates for a heartbeat before obeying, slowly dragging the zipper down.

Her glance locks onto Hyeri, intense and unblinking. “Can I... is it okay if I..." She flicks her focus up at Hyeri, her expression a delicate dance of lust and doubt.

Hyeri nods, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she parts her thighs even more in anticipation. Subin takes that as her answer, slipping her hand inside Hyeri's shorts and panties. Hyeri inhales sharply, a low moan escaping her as Subin's fingers meet her soaked folds.

They lock visions again, Hyeri’s pupils dilate, swirling with shadow, as Subin explores her dripping sex. She parts Hyeri's folds, and traces a finger through the womans slit, feeling the slick heat, covering her digit with it. Hyeri's hips buck, seeking more of that delicious touch, as she surrenders herself completely to Subin's caress.

The older squirms in place, her hand lowering down, pulling at her pants, eager to get them off. Subin notices and, without a second thought, helps her, guiding the fabric down with a sense of urgency.

“Enter me with one finger Subin-ah.”, She breathes out, her voice thick with demand.

Subin doesn’t hesitate, her focus sharp as she listens, following the command without a second thought. The older woman gasps as she feels a finger enter her vulva, sinking deep but staying still, unmoving.

“Subin-," Hyeri moans, her voice a needy whimper. "Pump it slowly."

Subin blushes, but complies, plunging her finger in and out of Hyeri's dripping pussy with increasing force. The obscene sound of Hyeri's arousal fills the room, the slick glide of Subin's finger pumping into her clenching heat.

"Oh god- Ahh- curl them upwards a bit-" Hyeri cries out, fisting the sheets as pleasure coils tighter in her core. "And go…-Faster. Please go faster."

Subin's breathing grows heavier, her own arousal building as she watches Hyeri be a moaning mess with her finger gliding in and out of her pussy lips. She curls her finger upward, drumming against that special spot that makes Hyeri see stars.

"Yes, fuck, just like that!" Hyeri screams, back arching off the bed. "Don't stop, Subin. I'm so fucking close!"

Subin feels Hyeri's walls fluttering around her finger, gripping it like a vice. She knows the girl is close, and it makes her own sex throb with need.

Subin's finger plunges in and out of Hyeri's dripping cunt, her own arousal building as she feels the older girl's velvet walls clench and ripple around the invading digit. "Unnie, your insides feel so fucking good," she pants out, pumping more urgently now, spurred on by Hyeri's desperate moans.

"Add another finger," Hyeri demands breathlessly, grinding her hips down to meet each frantic thrust.

GOD She's so close.

Subin hesitates for a moment before sliding a second finger into Hyeri's soaked, clutching heat. Hyeri cries out, back arching as she's stretched wider, filled fuller. "Oh fuck! Yes, just like that. Fuck me harder!"

Subin complies, pumping faster, harder, her own desire mirrored in the dark, predatory glint of her eyes as she watched Hyeri.

The sound of Hyeri's arousal fills the room, the lewd squelch of her dripping sex being fingered, the sharp pants and moans tearing from her throat.

Hyeri writhes beneath Subin, her moans growing louder and more desperate with each passing second, she lifts herself up slightly. "AHHH, FUCK! Don't stop. Keep going, please!" she cries out, fisting the sheets and grinding down to meet the relentless thrusts of Subin's fingers.

Subin can feel Hyeri's walls starting to flutter, her teetering on the brink of a massive climax. She quickly leans down, burying her face between Hyeri's thighs. At the last second, she pulls her fingers out slightly and places her mouth on the sensitive bud, moaning at the newfound taste, then sucking Hyeri's clit hard.

Going from flicking and sucking in an unpredictable rythm while only pumping her fingers against the top of her entrance.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" Hyeri screams, the sensation of also now having Subin's mouth sucking on her clit, sending her hurtling over the edge. Her orgasm abruptly crashing over her like a tidal wave, back arching almost painfully as she comes hard.

Subin moans around Hyeri's clit, the vibrations sending pulses through the girls body. She laps at the hardened nub, drawing and popping her tongue over it as Hyeri thrashes and bucks beneath her. The taste of Hyeri's arousal floods Subin's mouth, sweet and addictive, spurring her on to make her climax last as long as possible.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" Hyeri chants, voice raw and hoarse from screaming her pleasure. Her juices gush out, coating Subin's chin and dripping down onto the coach. Subin drinks it in, relishing every second of Hyeri's intense, earth-shattering orgasm.

Hyeri's body goes rigid, every muscle pulled taut as ecstasy overwhelms her senses. Then, just as suddenly, she goes limp, collapsing back onto the sofa as the final aftershocks roll through her. Subin watches her in awe, mouth agape, dark eyes devouring every second of Hyeri, with a satisfied smirk plastered on her glistening lips.

"Holy shit, Subin-ah," Hyeri pants out, chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. "That was... fuck... amazing." With shaky arms, she reaches down, tangling her fingers in Subin's hair and pulling her up to capture her lips in a searing, passionate kiss.

As their mouths meet, Hyeri moans deeply, tasting her own arousal on Subin's tongue, the flavor of her release mingling with the taste of the youngers kiss.

Subin matches Hyeri's intensity, moaning into her mouth as their tongues dance and twine. She can feel the heat of Hyeri's kisses, the desperation and satisfaction in them.

“Mmm, you did so good, baby,” Hyeri purrs, words slipping out like a secret between their lips. She pulls back—barely. Just enough to see Subin, really see her. The blush creeping up her cheeks like spilled rosewater, the wide, dazed eyes that could knock the air right out of Hyeri’s lungs. She’s drowning, sinking, whatever—lost in the kind of gaze that makes her feel like she’s the only thing in Subin’s world. And God, she hopes she is. "I’ve never felt so good in my life. You're a natual."

Subin blushes deeper, ducking her head shyly even as she leans into Hyeri's touch. "I'm happy I could make you feel good, unnie," she mumbles, voice soft and sweet. "I realized, I love seeing you lost in pleasure, lost in ecstasy because of something I did."

Hyeri smiles, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she pulls Subin in closer, wrapping her arms around her and rolling them over so she's on top. She leans down, nipping at Subin's bottom lip before soothing it with a sensual kiss. "We're going to have so much fun together, you and I. So very, very much fun indeed."

The taller then presses a slow, lingering kiss to Subin’s forehead, her lips ghosting against warm skin like she’s leaving something behind—maybe a prayer, maybe a promise, maybe just the taste of her own reluctance. She can feel Subin’s breath, steady but deep, like she’s still caught in the afterglow of something electric. But then—

Bzzt. Bzzt.

The moment shatters. Subin shifts beneath her, reaching for her phone on the coffee table like a reluctant soldier answering a war call. Hyeri watches, still half-draped over her, unwilling to untangle herself just yet.

Subin sits up fully, muscles tightening as she snatches the phone. The screen lights up— four missed calls, ten messages, all from her Manager. A sharp exhale leaves her lips. “Shit, I have to go,” she mutters, already moving, already reaching for her underwear, her shorts. Hyeri watches as Subin shimmies them back on, the intimacy of bare skin disappearing under fabric like a curtain closing on their little world.

Hyeri sighs, pushing herself up, reluctantly pulling her own underwear and pants back on and grabbing her shirt off the floor. The cotton is soft, familiar, but somehow it feels heavier now, like it’s weighing her down. As she slides it back over her head, she watches Subin button up her pants, movements sharp and hurried.

And she hates it. Hates how quickly the night is slipping away.

So she reaches out.

“Wait.”

Her fingers find Subin’s wrist before she can fully rise. Her grip isn’t tight, but it’s enough. Enough to make Subin pause. Enough to make her look .

Hyeri’s voice is softer now, pleading. “Please, don’t go.”

Subin swallows. “Unnie—”

“I know you have responsibilities, but…” Hyeri shifts closer, still holding Subin’s hand. Her thumb glides over familiar knuckles, tracing, memorizing. “I’m not ready for this to end.”

A beat. Subin doesn’t move.

So Hyeri takes her shot.

Quick as a thief, she snatches Subin’s phone right out of her hand and throws herself back onto the couch, curling into the cushions like a cat who just stole a piece of expensive jewelry. “Oops,” she sings, screen tucked against her chest. “Guess you’re staying.”

Subin blinks. Then she sighs, defeated, rubbing her face. “Hyeri—”

“What?” Hyeri blinks back, all innocent, all sugar and sunshine. “I’m doing you a favor. Manager-nim will be fine.”

Subin should be mad. She should snatch the phone back and insist that she has to leave. But Hyeri’s looking at her like that—like she’s something worth holding onto. And maybe it’s selfish, maybe it’s reckless, but Subin exhales, shakes her head, and drops back onto the couch, letting herself fall into Hyeri’s orbit.

Hyeri grins, victorious, and immediately pulls Subin in, arms sliding around her waist as she tugs her close, their bodies fitting together like a puzzle with no missing pieces. The hug is warm, grounding, something soft in a world that’s always moving too fast.

Subin exhales, the tension in her shoulders slowly unspooling.

Hyeri lets her fingers move absentmindedly, tracing slow patterns over the bare skin of Subin’s arm, then down to her wrist, then back up again. Just the tip of her pinky grazing against the inside of Subin’s elbow. Barely there. Just enough to leave a trail of static in its wake.

Subin shifts, muscles tensing slightly. “Hyeri.” Her voice is soft, somewhere between a warning and a surrender.

Hyeri hums, her lips curving against the fabric of Subin’s shirt. “Mhm?”

Subin doesn’t answer. She just exhales, long and slow, and lets herself sink further into Hyeri’s arms, like resistance is a battle she’s already lost. There’s a quiet surrender in the way her body melts, a soft acceptance, as if this moment is the calm after the storm. The weight of her decision settles like a warm blanket over her, and in Hyeri’s embrace, she finds the stillness she’s been chasing—content, whole, at peace with the choice she’s made.

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( And here I am, writing Chapter 2 because y’all weren’t satisfied with just one round. Cool, cool.)