One
“I hate being single.” Yongsun dramatically moaned. She threw herself down on Hyejin’s couch making the younger woman arch a perfectly crafted eyebrow at her friend.
“Then go out, meet someone.” Hyejin turned back to scrolling down her phone.
Sighing loudly to get her friends full attention, Yongsun continued, “I tried that, did not work.” She held up three fingers, “The first guy went on and on and on about his ex who cheated on him, I kissed him just to shut him up and he broke down and cried. The second guy was more interested in his phone and actually held up a finger to get me to be quiet every time his phone buzzed. The third was a girl and it was going really well until we went back to her place and her girlfriend walked in on us.”
Hyejin tried not to laugh, but she couldn’t help the snort that came out, “Thats unfortunate.”
“Am I undateable?” Yongsun turned to the younger girl, eyes wide and pleading.
“No, of course not,” Hyejin put her phone away, “You’re just unlucky with love.”
“How did you and Wheein meet?”
Chuckling at the memory, Hyejin answered, “We met at a nightclub. She threw up on me and I took her home because I was worried she wouldn’t make it back to hers on her own.”
“She threw up on you?”
“Yep.”
“And instead of running for the hills you took her home?”
“Yep.”
“Why?”
Laughing at the confused expression on her longtime friends face, Hyejin continued, “Because I felt bad for her. She slept on the couch and was so sick the next morning. She told me that she was fresh out of college and didn’t have much money so instead of buying her own drinks she took other peoples drinks and hid away in the corner. Then she said when she saw me she felt nervous but she wanted to talk to me. Apparently the friend she was with was against her talking to me so she tried to keep us away from each other but we kept catching each other’s eyes. After her friend was distracted by some girl, Wheein walked up to me, said hi and then literally threw up all over my dress.”
“And two years later you’re still going strong.” Yongsun couldn’t help the small pang of jealousy that hit her.
“Yeah,” Hyejin smiled fondly at a framed photo of herself and Wheein that was taken a week after they met, “But let’s talk about you.” She rounded on her older friend, “What are you looking for? A relationship? Sex? Someone to cuddle at night?”
“All of the above.” Yongsun sighed.
Truth be told, Yongsun has never been in a long term relationship. The longest relationship she’s ever been in was a little over three months. She was always too busy with school work and when she graduated she always put her job ahead of any romantic interests. Her father would regularly tell her that the most important thing she could do in her youth was to get a full education to better herself and that relationships will come later in life. She believed him. But now she’s bordering on twenty-six with no real relationship experience.
“Honey I’m home.” A voice sang from the front door of Hyejin’s house, “I’m not staying long though,” The voice belonged to Wheein, the navy haired woman floated into the living room before swooping down and giving Hyejin a peck on the lips, “I’m heading to the bar with Moonbyul, I just need to quickly change.” Wheein pointed down to her oil stained overalls, “Moonbyul, come and sit down, I’ll only be a few minutes.”
A silver haired woman appeared in the door way. She wore an open Yankees jersey with a plain white shirt underneath, ripped black jeans, Nike sneakers and a Nike cap on backwards. Yongsun felt her breath hitch at the sight of this stranger.
“Hey, Hyejin,” She smiled shyly, “How are you?”
“Tired,” Hyejin smiled back, “But I’m glad you’re taking her away for a few hours, I might actually get some alone time.”
Wheein and Hyejin practically spend all their free time together. Yongsun was always the third wheel whenever she asked Hyejin out for brunch or coffee. It was a miracle that Yongsun was able to come over and have Hyejin all to herself today.
The stranger smirked, “I won’t tell Wheein you said that, she’s been moaning all day about how much she’s missed you. She almost slapped me when I suggested going to the bar.”
“Don’t let her drink too much,” The younger girl raised a threatening finger, “Or spend too much.”
The silver haired woman chuckled and raised her hands up in surrender. Yongsun couldn’t help but stare captivated at this newcomer. She knew that Wheein’s best friend was good looking, even Hyejin admitted how attractive she was, but actually seeing her in person brought up a string of emotions Yongsun couldn’t ignore.
Noticing her friends lovesick expression, Hyejin introduced her, “Oh, Moonbyul this is my very single friend, Kim Yongsun.”
“Hello, very single friend, Kim Yongsun.” Moonbyul politely smiled.
Not trusting her voice, Yongsun bowed her head slightly in acknowledgment. Soon after their introductions Wheein had came back into the room and ushered Moonbyul away to their local bar.
“What was that?” Hyejin asked as soon as she heard the front door slam closed.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Yongsun could feel her face heat up.
The younger girl scoffed, “Yeah, okay. Close your mouth, I don’t want your drool to stain my carpets.”
*
“You’re not celibate are you?” Yonghee asked Yongsun over their kitchen table.
“What?” The younger Kim sibling spat out, shocked at the sudden question.
Yonghee tapped a finger on her chin, “I read in a women’s magazine that if you go too many years without having sex you run the risk of drying up forever.”
Scrunching her face up in disgust, Yongsun waved her hand dismissively in her older sisters face, “Rubbish.”
“No! It’s true.” Yonghee’s eyes widened, “It happened to aunty Mina. She creaks when she walks now. Do you remember our cousin’s wedding last spring? Aunty Mina running in late. I swear it sounded like we were in a seal sanctuary.”
Yongsun rolled her eyes, “Well I’m not celibate or creaky.”
“Then what is it?” Her younger sister huffed at the question and refused to answer, instead Yonghee continued, “Do you just repel potential partners?”
“What sort of question is that? Anyway I already have a date.” Yongsun lied.
“A date?” Her sister’s eyes widened in curiosity, “What’s their name?”
“Moonbyul.” Yongsun refused eye contact.
“Moonbyul?”
“Yep.”
*
Despite Hyejin’s warnings, Wheein came home extremely drunk and about a hundred thousand won poorer. She came home, flailed about trying to get dressed for bed before giving up and flopping on top of Hyejin and passing out straight away.
Making a mental note to kick Moonbyul’s ass for letting the girl get as wasted as what she was, Hyejin made her a hangover breakfast. Grunting and groaning, Wheein made her way down stairs, still half dressed in last nights outfit.
“Good morning!” Hyejin yelled across the kitchen.
“Not today, Satan.” Wheein held up both of her index fingers in a cross as she sat down at their kitchen island.
Placing Wheein’s plate and coffee in front of her, Hyejin sat opposite, “How was your night?”
Shrugging, Wheein dug in to the amazing smelling foods her girlfriend made her, “Same as it always is, we talk, we drink, we go home.”
“Did you talk about anything interesting?” Hyejin asked. After the two had left for the bar, Hyejin probed Yongsun for nearly two hours about Moonbyul. At 11pm last night she received a phone call from her best friend begging her to help her get a date with Moonbyul. She explained her conversation with her sister and Hyejin took pity on her.
“Do we ever talk about anything interesting?” The older of the two asked, mouth full and slightly spitting crumbs over the kitchen surface.
“Is Moonbyul still single?”
Chocking slightly, Wheein turned to her girlfriend, her eyes wide and panicking, “Why? Are you bored of me already?”
“No.” Hyejin rolled her eyes, “Don’t be ridiculous. I was just asking for a friend.”
“Which friend? You have like three and two of them are straight.” Wheein looked slightly confused as she tried to piece together the clues as to who this friend was.
“Well, Yongsun was wondering-“
“No!” Wheein almost yelled, “No! I know exactly where you’re going with this and the answer is no.” She hopped off her stool and placed her plate into the kitchen sink before heading to the living room.
Hyejin followed, “But Wheein, hear me out.”
Flopping on the couch, Wheein shook her head, “Hyejin, no.”
“You’re being selfish.” Throwing herself angrily on the couch next to her girlfriend, Hyejin continued, “You’re standing in the way of your best friend’s happiness.”
“Happiness?” Wheein chuckled, “Moonbyul is happy picking girls up at bars, fucking them in her shitty apartment and then making them feel uncomfortable enough that they leave instead of staying the night.”
Hyejin scoffed, “I know that. I told Yongsun that. That’s what she wants. You should have seen her face when I told her how bad Moonbyul actually is. She looked like a child at Christmas. I contemplated making her sit on a bin bag so she wouldn’t ruin the couch.”
“There’s no way it can end well,” Wheein sighed, “If she shows her bad side then you won’t let her in the house anymore because of how much she hurt your best friend. If she shows her loving and caring side then they’ll get together and then you and Yongsun will want to do couple things like double dates and scrabble evenings. I’ve seen it happen before with my parents and their friends. They had fondue parties, Pictionary parties and then they met some other couples and started this really weird late night car key swapping parties. No, I can’t let that happen to us.”
“Wheein, if you don’t help me with getting them together, I’ll withhold sex from you.” To try and put her point across, Hyejin ran a hand slowly up and down Wheein’s exposed thigh.
The other girl sniggered, “Hyejin.” She placed a hand over her girlfriends and halted her movements, “You know I can last way longer than you without sex. That threat doesn’t work with me.”
Snatching her hand away, Hyejin huffed under her breath and folded her arms, “Yeah, I know.” After a slight pause a lightbulb moment went off in Hyejin’s head, “I’ll tell Moonbyul that The Titanic is your favourite movie.”
Sighing, Wheein compromised, “Listen, we’re going back to the bar tonight, if you two want to come then you’re more than welcome to. But I cannot promise that anything good will come from it.”
Grinning after getting her own way, Hyejin placed a soft kiss on Wheein’s cheek, took out her phone and dialled Yongsun’s number.
*
Moonbyul was already at the bar by the time the other three got there. Dressed head to toe in white, she turned to greet the newcomers. Yongsun took a few seconds to admire Moonbyul’s choice of outfits, Nike Off White hoodie, baggy white jeans, white Vans and white Yankees baseball cap worn backwards. Yongsun’s mouth went dry. She hoped she was having a similar sort of effect on Moonbyul.
She was wearing a fitted black dress that cut off just above the knee. Her jet black hair was in curls and pushed over to one shoulder. She knew she looked great, even Hyejin gushed over how good she looked, she just hoped Moonbyul agreed.
Judging by the look the younger woman gave her, Yongsun knew Moonbyul approved.
“Nice to see you again, very single friend Kim Yongsun.” Moonbyul winked as they approached. In true gentlemanly fashion, she pulled out a chair for Yongsun to sit on and pushed it in once the older woman was comfortable.
“I’m never gunna get rid of that nickname, am I?” Yongsun sighed.
Moonbyul chuckled softly, “Blame Hyejin.”
Their night trickled by slowly. Yongsun and Moonbyul chatting amongst themselves whilst Wheein sat on the right side of Moonbyul glaring at the two and getting scolded by her girlfriend for ruining the mood.
“Will you cheer up?” Hyejin snapped, not loud enough to cause a scene but loud enough for the other two at the table to cease their conversation.
“No.” Wheein looked like a sulking child that just got yelled at.
In an attempt to defuse the tense atmosphere, Moonbyul spoke up to the whole table, “This is actually quite fun.” She grinned towards Yongsun, “I’ve never been on a double date before.”
“Ah yes, fun.” Wheein rolled her eyes, “Drinks cost twice as much as usual, we have to talk about feelings and we can’t compliment other women.”
“You better not be complimenting women when I’m not here.” Hyejin growled down Wheein’s ear.
“We don’t have to talk about feelings.” Yongsun squeaked looking down at her hands.
Ignoring the warning looks her girlfriend was shooting her, Wheein continued, “Okay, let’s not talk about feelings, let’s talk about you two.” She pointed to the two eldest girls, “Yongsun your last boyfriend broke up with you, right?”
“Yep, thanks for bringing that up.” The woman in question stared down at her clasped hands.
“What did you do after he called you boring and broke up with you?”
She looked up towards Wheein, eyes glancing at Moonbyul who was glaring at her friend for asking such a question.
“I moved on with my life,” Yongsun shrugged, “Don’t let bastards get you down.”
“You moved on with your life?” Wheein asked, “Well yeah, I guess you did. Right after you slept with his best friend and killed his budgie.”
“It wasn’t me who killed the budgie, Wheein,” Yongsun smiled sweetly at the younger girl, “It was the domestos.”
Hyejin grabbed onto Wheein’s arm, “Wheein you are ruining this night, if you don’t stop I’ll just go home.”
Once again ignoring her girlfriend, Wheein went in on her best friend instead, “And Moonbyul, what happened last time you were in a relationship? You forgot about her for two weeks when you went to Thailand and fucked anything with a vagina, didn’t you?”
Moonbyul was gobsmacked by her friends antics. Both her and Yongsun were staring open mouthed at the smaller girl. Hyejin had had enough, gathering her things she sent one last glare at her girlfriend before announcing her departure.
“I’m going home.” she yelled before smacking Wheein’s shoulder and storming out of the bar.
They sat in silence afterwards. Yongsun had never felt as uncomfortable as she did at that table. Moonbyul attempted to clear the tense atmosphere.
“I like your dress.” She smiled at Yongsun, “It looks amazing on you,” Grinning at the blush on Yongsun’s face, she continued, “And your hair perfectly frames your face. You look absolutely stunning.”
Instead of allowing Yongsun to reply, Wheein stood up angrily, “Oh stop flirting.” She grabbed her bag before pointing at Moonbyul, “Mark my words, nothing good comes out of a blind date. You’re both doomed! Doomed I tell you!” Taking one last huff, Wheein dramatically stormed out the bar and into the cold night air.
“I don’t feel very doomed.” Moonbyul grinned goofily at her, nudging their shoulders together.
“Me neither.” Yongsun smiled back. “I can’t believe she told you about my ex.”
Laughing, Moonbyul replied, “I can’t believe she told you about mine.”
“Let’s not overthink what Wheein said, let’s play a game.” Seeing the younger girl perk up at her suggestion, Yongsun continued, “Would you rather have sausages for fingers or no hands at all?”
“How big are the sausages?” Moonbyul pondered.
“Fairly big.”
“Can I have them on one hand only?”
“Sure.”
“Definitely sausages for fingers.” Moonbyul winked, “Would you rather eat Park Jisung’s underwear or Son Heungmin’s?”
“The soccer players?” Yongsun asked, she vaguely remembers Hyejin telling her how much Moonbyul loves the sport, “Well, I know Son wears a g-string, so I could floss my teeth with them afterwards. Yeah, I shall consume Son’s underwear.”
They continued like this for another few scenarios. Each as ridiculous as the last until their game went sour.
“Would you rather,” Yongsun started, “Be at the Champions League Final or here with me.”
Without an ounce of hesitation Moonbyul replied, “Champions League Final.”
“Seriously?” Yongsun’s mouth was widened in shock.
“Yeah, it’s the Champions League Final, I’d give up my left kidney and even a foot if I could be at the final watching Bayern Munich win another trophy.”
“This happens all the time.” Yongsun mumbled mainly to herself, “Every time I think I’ve found someone that I like a sport always gets in the way, first it was basketball, then baseball and now soccer.” Picking up her bag, Yongsun walked out the same door as her two friends.
Moonbyul yelled after her, “Wait! It depends on what the seats were like!”
Ignoring her, Yongsun continued. How dare Moonbyul say she’d rather be at a stupid sports game than with her. Why can’t she meet someone that puts her above everything? Then again, when she actually thinks about it, does she want anything more than just some fun with the silver haired girl?
‘Maybe I’m just lonely.’ She thinks to herself. Surely she doesn’t want a relationship with a notorious womaniser. She’s definitely sure she doesn’t want a relationship with someone who ‘forgets’ they’re in a relationship.
Sighing to herself, she entered her favourite take out restaurant. She ordered her food before she realised who she was stood next to.
Wheein glanced at her sheepishly as she waited for her own food.
“Hey.” Yongsun greeted.
“Hi.” Wheein smiled at her, one of the best things about Yongsun was her ability to be nice even when someone was awfully mean to her, “I’m sorry.” She apologised.
“It’s okay.” Yongsun shrugged.
Wheein looked around, “Where’s Moonbyul?”
“Hopefully lying face down in a ditch somewhere being buggered by IT.” The older girl tried to make her voice sound nonchalant.
“Ouch.” Wheein giggled, “Freddie Krueger or Voldemort, maybe. But IT? She must have really pissed you off.”
“I asked her if she’d rather be at the Champions League Final or on a date with me and she chose the final.” She sighed as she handed over her money to the man behind the counter in exchange for her food.
“You can’t ask her that.” Wheein softly smacked the older girls arm, “She loves that sport. She spent so much money following our men’s team around during the Asia Cup and took six flights from Seoul to Paris to watch the women’s team play at the World Cup. She’s even got a signed shirt from Son Heungmin hanging above her bed.”
“Oh.” Yongsun felt foolish, “I didn’t know.”
The younger girl took pity on her, “Listen, Moonbyul is a really great person. I know she likes you, she was buzzing when I told her you were coming tonight. I can even show you the messages she sent me when she saw you in your dress.” She took out her phone and handed it to Yongsun who blushed at the profanities Moonbyul used when complimenting her, “I was an asshole because I didn’t want to lose my friend and instead I almost lost my girlfriend.”
Yongsun rubbed the girls shoulder sympathetically, “Have you spoken to Hyejin?”
Shaking her head, Wheein replied, “No. I’m too scared to go home.”
“She’ll forgive you, she loves you too much to let that ruin your relationship.”
“I hope so.” Wheein held out her hand, “Give me your phone.”
“Why?”
“I’m going to give you Moonbyul’s phone number,” Wheein typed on Yongsun’s phone screen, “Shes a great person, and she likes you.”
Yongsun smiled at the smaller girl and ruffled her hair, “Thanks Wheein. You know, Hyejin is really lucky to have you.”
*
Yongsun hesitated before knocking on Moonbyul’s front door. She spent the past half an hour trying to find the apartment before she realised that Moonbyul lived just above a store. Slightly frustrated with how ridiculously hidden her front door was, Yongsun climbed the metal staircase towards her front door.
Her heels clanged against the metal as she tried to steady her breathing. When she was on the phone to Moonbyul, she could hear the younger girls voice laced with glee as she suggested for Yongsun to come over. Moonbyul clarified that it was just so they could talk, but Yongsun knew the other implications behind it.
Knocking softly on the door with the back of her hand, Yongsun waited with baited breath. She could see Moonbyul’s silhouette through the glass of her front door a second or two before she opened it.
“Thanks for coming.” Moonbyul smiled shyly at her.
“Thanks for not putting the phone down when I called.” Yongsun replied.
Moonbyul moved aside to allow the older woman to enter her small apartment. Yongsun took her shoes off and entered the door on her left. Moonbyuls apartment was indeed the smallest apartment she’s ever seen. The living room, kitchen and bedroom was all technically one room and the bathroom was located through a door on the right side of the front door.
“Nice place.” Yongsun commented as she sat down on the couch that was situated between the kitchen area and Moonbyul’s comfy looking bed.
“Thanks,” Moonbyul grinned as she pottered around her small kitchen to make them both some tea, “I’ve lived here since I was sixteen,” she placed a cup on the table in front of Yongsun, “It’s not much, but it’s home.”
Yongsun hummed in response as she took a swig of her hot tea. The soothing warm liquid a welcome one compared to the sweet and sour shots she was taking with Moonbyul, Wheein and Hyejin at the bar.
Moonbyul scoured her cupboards for some snacks for them to consume as they talk more about themselves. Yongsun began to properly take in her surroundings a little more.
On the wall opposite the bed there was a huge tv hanging from it, a PS4 just underneath it with various games lay randomly on the floor. The signed South Korea jersey Wheein had told her about was hung proudly above the bed. Yongsun chuckled slightly once her gaze focused on the younger girls bed.
“You have Avengers bed sheets?” Yongsun pretended to mock Moonbyul.
“Avengers are cool!” Moonbyul protested, “And in all honesty I didn’t think you’d come back here tonight.”
Yongsun laughed. Her gaze shifted from the bed to the bedside table and to a worn out black notebook. Curiosity getting the better of her, she casually grabbed it and began reading. Anger sparked inside her as she read names and numbers of women she could only assume Moonbyul had slept with, with a short description of what they looked like.
Moonbyul sat down beside her with arms full of snacks and a stupid grin on her face before she noticed what was in Yongsun’s hands. Her grin faded so quickly it was as though someone slapped it off her face.
“No!” She dropped the contents in her arms and tried to snatch the book away from Yongsun’s arms, “Don’t read that.”
“What the fuck is this?” Yongsun almost yelled as she held it away from Moonbyul’s hands. “‘Seulgi, talkative, very dark red hair, soft facial features, weird cum noise.’” She randomly opened a page and read what Moonbyul had written, “‘Dahee, tall, beautiful, very submissive.’”
Moonbyul managed to snatch the book out of Yongsun’s hands, “Okay, look I know that sounds bad but let me explain.”
“Explain? Explain what? How you’ve literally got a little black book filled with girls names? If I didn’t call you to try and make up would you have called one of them? Also, am I on there? What did you say about me?” Yongsun jumped up and angrily waved her arms around to emphasise her point.
“You’re not on here.” Moonbyul assured her as she tossed the book to the back of the room, “This is just so I can keep track of people because I’m bad at remembering names-“
“You’re probably bad at remembering names because you’ve fucked that many girls and unfortunately for you those girls are actual people with actual lives!”
Moonbyul stood up and began to get equally as angry as Yongsun, “You cannot get upset over me sleeping with other women, we’re not together and we only met yesterday!”
“I’m not upset because you’ve slept with other women, what I’m upset with is the fact that you’ve slept with the entire female population of Seoul! Am I the last fish in the sea for you?”
“Of course not-“
“I don’t want to be just another name in that book.” Yongsun rubbed her temples.
“I won’t put you in there if you don’t want to be in there.” Moonbyul tried to reassure the older woman.
Yongsun grabbed her bag, “I have to leave.”
“Right, fine, then go.” Moonbyul huffed as she moved out of Yongsun’s way.
“I mean it, I’m leaving!” Yongsun took a step closer to the younger girl.
“I’m not stopping you.”
“Goodbye!”
“Bye!”
Yongsun could feel the tension in the air. She knew Moonbyul felt it too. They glared at each other as they unconsciously moved towards one another.
“I thought you were leaving.” Moonbyul whispered once they were inches away each other.
“I am.” Yongsun stubbornly huffed.
“You know where the door is.”
“I do.”
Moonbyul exhaled loudly as their eyes bore into one another.
“Unless...” Yongsun trailed off.
“Unless?” Moonbyul questioned.
“Unless you wanna fuck me first?” The anger was still apparent in Yongsun’s tone, but with the new found tension surrounding them it did nothing but turn the younger girl on more.
“Yes, I do.” Moonbyul snapped back.
With lightening speed, Yongsun clutched at the zipper at the side of her dress before she barked at Moonbyul, “Take your clothes off and lie back on the bed!”
*
Wheein entered her home to find Hyejin fast asleep on the couch. Without disturbing her, she creeped into the kitchen and began pouring herself a cup of green tea. She walked quietly back into the living room and softly slumped into the arm chair stationed next to the couch Hyejin was sleeping on.
After an hour or so, Hyejin began stirring. She was facing towards the back of the couch, face smushed against the soft fabric. Groaning she turned around and softly touched her right cheek.
“Oh, Wheein,” Hyejin’s sleepy voice began panicking, “I think I’ve mutated.” She pawed at something slimy and cold at the side of her face.
“You’re fine, it’s just minced up cow guts.” Wheein waved a lazy hand dismissively towards her girlfriend.
Taking a small sniff at the food in her hand, Hyejin mumbled, “It’s my take out from last night,” she slammed the food down onto the coffee table as she angrily turned on her girlfriend, “Why didn’t you follow me out of the club last night? I could have been murdered on my way home. Murdered and pillaged!” She dramatically yelled, “Whatever pillaging is. I think it’s where someone sticks something hot in your ear.”
“Well-“
“No Wheein! You really embarrassed me and my best friend last night! I can’t believe how childish you were.”
“Listen-“
“They were hitting it off! Yongsun actually looked interested in Moonbyul and you tried to ruin it.”
“If you just stop-“
“You better make this up to them and me. I’m really mad at you.” Hyejin’s phone ringing interrupted them, “It’s Yong.” She glared at Wheein.
The older girls smug grin made Hyejin’s anger spark some more.
“Hey Yong.” Hyejin answered, “Listen, about Wheein-“ Wheein could hear Yongsun’s enthusiastic chatter on the other end of the phone, “She did?” Hyejin’s shocked face snapped up at her girlfriend, “You did?” Her eyebrows were raised high in shock, “Moonbyul did what with her tongue?” Hyejin’s face broke out in a grin that could perfectly match Wheein’s, “You dirty bitch! Was she good?”
Before Yongsun had the chance to reply, Wheein took the phone from her girlfriend and hung up the call before tossing the phone onto the coffee table.
“I know,” Wheein’s smug grin did not leave her face, “I’m the hero. You know what I want.” She winked and pointed to her lap.
Sighing knowingly, Hyejin stood up and moved in between Wheein’s legs. Sinking down to her knees, the older of the two rubbed her hands in anticipation. Rolling her eyes at her girlfriend, Hyejin turned around so she was sat in between Wheein’s legs but facing the tv. Grabbing the tv remote, Hyejin scoured through Netflix until she came across Wheein’s favourite film. She sighed slightly as the Titanic theme song rang out through the room and Wheein’s arms wrapped around Hyejin’s shoulders.