Two
Yongsun rubbed her eyes wearily as she punched in the code to her and her sisters shared apartment. She opened the door, took off her shoes and made her way into the kitchen. Yonghee was sat at their kitchen table with a guilty looking smile.
“Hello Yongsun, my dearest sister and my best friend in all the world!” The older sibling greeted her as Yongsun’s skeptical eyes scanned the kitchen and open living room behind her. “How was your day? Would you like a cup of tea?”
Yongsun sat down across from her sister. “Why is all of my stuff in boxes?” She asked as she gestured around her.
“Because I need you to move out.” Yonghee tried to say it in the nicest way possible but it unfortunately came out rather bluntly.
“What? Why?”
The older woman grinned as she pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to her sister. Yongsun glared at Yonghee as she grabbed it and read it.
“I’m turning your room into a massage parlour.” The proud smile on her older sisters face infuriated Yongsun even more.
“‘Let Madam Kim rub the life, strife and wife from your shoulders.’” Yongsun read the slogan, “Well, it’s very catchy. But....”
“But what?”
Yongsun turned the paper in the direction of Yonghee. “Why is there a picture of me on here?”
“Well, I didn’t want to use a picture of myself. What if our parents saw it?”
The younger sibling rolled her eyes, “Right, whatever. You do know it’s mainly women who want massages, right?”
“It’ll be a male only massage parlour. Unless Moonbyul wants one, I’ve heard the noises she gets out of you and I am willing to make an exception for her.”
Yongsun’s face scrunched up in disgust. “You listen to us?”
“Yongsun.” Yonghee took her sisters hands in hers, “I could put in noise cancelling AirPods and fly to Mars but I’d still be able to hear you and Moonbyul together.”
The younger girl chose not to reply and instead began to raid the fridge for some food. Her sister snuck up behind her and poked her shoulder.
“Why don’t you move in with Moonbyul? I mean, you practically live there anyway, what’s the problem?”
“We’re not technically dating. I can’t just spring it on her, ‘Oh hey, Byul, my sister’s kicking me out so she can pummel the buttocks of Seoul, can I move in with you?’”
“Perfect!” Yonghee clasped her hands together, “Now, could you do it before Friday?”
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“How did you get Wheein to move in with you?” Yongsun asked Hyejin over a cup of tea in the younger girls living room.
Hyejin thought about it for a moment before she replied, “Well, she came home with me the first night we met and... well, she’s still here.” She shrugged, “I don’t even think she’s asked me to be her girlfriend yet.”
Yongsun hummed in response. Her stuff was still in boxes in her apartment’s kitchen and Yonghee was still pressuring her to find somewhere new to live.
“Why?”
The older girl sighed, “Yonghee wants my bedroom so she can turn it into a tantric sex dungeon.”
“And you want to ask Moonbyul if you can move in with her?”
Yongsun hesitated before nodding, “Yeah, but she gets weird with stuff like that. One time during the start of whatever we are, I accidentally left my toothbrush and she had a full on panic attack because she thought I was trying to very slowly become one with her apartment.”
“You can always move in here. We have a spare room upstairs.”
“Won’t Wheein mind me moving in?”
Hyejin scoffed, “Oh god no, she won’t even notice.”
Yongsun smiled gratefully, “Well, I’ll ask Byul first and if she cries or moves to China then I’ll come back to you.”
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The idea of asking Moonbyul of all people if she could move in was giving her anxiety. Her budding romance with the womaniser was purely sex related. They did not go out on dates, Moonbyul was not invited to meet Yongsun’s parents and there was definitely no rules that prohibited either of them from sleeping with other people - not that they wanted anyone else anyway.
Their sex based relationship was going on for nearly a year and neither one of them asked the other for anything more than just ‘sex sex sex,’ as Yongsun put it.
Swallowing her fear, Yongsun knocked on Moonbyul’s front door in hopes that the younger woman was actually home. They hardly ever turned up unannounced.
Moonbyul answered the door in an open baseball jersey and some Calvin Klein boxer shorts. Her confused face broke into a huge grin upon seeing the now blonde haired woman.
“Hello sexy.” Moonbyul leant down slightly to press a kiss to Yongsun’s cheek.
“Hello to you too.”
The younger woman stepped out of the way to allow the blonde access into her tiny open spaced apartment.
“What brings you here? You’re supposed to call first.” Byul followed Yongsun as she sat down on the grey couch in between her bed and the kitchen area. “Are you trying to catch me with some random barmaid from The Pink Trombone?”
Yongsun rolled her eyes, “The barmaids that work in that nightclub call you Droolin’ Moonbyul.”
“Yeah, well...” Byul stuttered with an offended look on her face, “They call you Yongsun, so.... ha.”
“I’ve had a rough few days and I really could use you to take my mind off a few things.” Yongsun swung her left leg over to straddle Moonbyul’s hips.
The younger woman held Yongsun’s waist firmly before allowing her hands to wander to the blondes ass. “I can do that.” She whispered.
They came together almost desperately. Their kisses were fast and hard. Moonbyul tore at the tank top Yongsun was wearing before lifting both herself and the older woman up off the couch and walking five paces towards her bed.
She tossed the blonde down as though she weighed nothing and watched as Yongsun removed her panties from under her short skirt. Moonbyul almost jumped on top of the older woman as the blonde took off her bra and threw it across the room.
Using her hands to pry open the older woman’s legs, Moonbyul dived face first into Yongsun’s wet core. She began using her tongue to try and force any and every moan or whimper from the blonde. Yongsun arched into the silver haired woman’s face to try and get her to go deeper and harder with her tongue.
Yongsun couldn’t begin to explain how much of a turn on it was seeing her own legs open as wide as they could go with Moonbyul’s head in between them. The view she had made her even wetter whenever the younger woman would look up and initiate eye contact. It nearly pushed her over the edge when Moonbyul pulled back slightly so Yongsun could see exactly what she was doing with her tongue.
Yonghee was right about one thing. When it came to having sex with Moonbyul, Yongsun was ridiculously loud. Her talented tongue and equally talented fingers could cox all sorts of screams from the older woman. Currently, she was yelling obscenities to the roof and demanding that the younger woman sped up her ministrations.
“Don’t stop.” She pleaded as the familiar feeling in her lower stomach started.
Moonbyul had no intentions of stopping as she inserted a finger into the blonde. Yongsun’s hips jerked upwards as she begged for more. The younger woman grinned before adding another finger and began to trust into Yongsun harder and faster until the blonde came undone under her.
She slowly thrust in and out to allow Yongsun to fully ride out her orgasm and then pulled out of the her and placed a soothing kiss over her heat. Moonbyul slowly kissed her way back up Yongsun’s body before pulling her into a passionate and slow kiss.
“Feel better?” Moonbyul smirked.
Yongsun groaned, “Ask me after five more orgasms.”
The younger woman chuckled and lay down next to Yongsun who turned to her side and opened the baseball jersey as wide as she could so she could palm Moonbyul’s chest freely.
“Wanna talk about it?” The silver haired woman asked.
Yongsun sighed, “It’s stupid. Yonghee is kicking me out and after Friday I’ll be homeless. I actually wanted to ask you something.” She once again swallowed her fear and anxiety.
“Hold that thought.” Moonbyul said as she got off the bed, “I have a surprise for you.” She buttoned the first three buttons of the jersey, “Close your eyes!”
Once Yongsun did as Moonbyul asked, the younger girl quickly made her way to the front door, threw on the closest pair of sneakers, opened the door and sprinted as far away as she possibly could.
The sound of the door slamming closed made Yongsun open her eyes. “Byul?” She sat up, “Have you gone out?!” She screeched.
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Hyejin strolled down the street walking hand in hand with Wheein as they left their favourite take out restaurant after their weekly date night to the theatre. Wheein held the bag containing their food and Hyejin held the stuffed dog that Wheein won for her in the arcade.
As they rounded on the street that lead to their house, they noticed something unusual in their garden.
“Why is that tree attacking our house?” Wheein asked.
Hyejin shook her head and strained her eyes to get a closer look. From where they were currently standing it looked like the Whomping Willow had a vendetta against their bedroom windows. She could vaguely make out a figure just underneath the tree branch waving it around.
“It’s Yongsun.” Hyejin stated.
“Why is Yongsun attacking our house?” Wheein rephrased her previous question.
“Don’t know.” The younger woman shrugged, “Do you think we should approach her?”
Before Wheein had the chance to reply they could hear heavy footsteps behind them. They turned to see Moonbyul sprinting past them and towards their home. She mustn’t have seen them. As soon as Moonbyul reached the gate to Hyejin and Wheein’s garden she spotted Yongsun.
They both yelled in surprise before the silver haired woman turned back around and ran back past the two confused looking women back on the street. Wheein shoved the take out bag into Hyejin’s hands.
“Byul!” She yelled as she ran after her friend.
Hyejin watched them for a moment. She sighed, shook her head and walked towards her house. The younger girl gasped at the sight of Yongsun.
“Yong! What’s happened? Why have you been crying? Why was Moonbyul half naked? Why didn’t I get a better look?”
“I think we’re over.” More tears made tracks down the blondes face.
Hyejin hugged her friend and moved her to the direction of her home, “Come on, I’ll make you some tea.”
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“Byul!” Wheein yelled as she continued to follow her friend, “Byul, will you stop?!”
Wheein had been following Moonbyul for nearly twenty minutes. She has no idea how or when the older girl gained the stamina to sprint for that long but she could feel her legs turning to jelly and knew she couldn’t keep up with her friend much longer.
Moonbyul turned to see Wheein holding her side in an attempt to soothe the stitch caused by all the running. The older woman was breathing heavily as Wheen approached her.
“What are you doing running around dressed like that?” The younger girl pointed at Byul’s baseball jersey - still only three buttons done - and boxer shorts. “You’ll get frostbite in your nipples.” She took off her own coat and swung it around Moonbyul’s shoulders, “Then they’ll fall off and you’ll look like a Barbie Doll.”
“It’s awful.” Moonbyul moaned, “Yongsun wants to move in with me.”
“Right...” Wheein trailed off, not quite understanding why her friend was having a meltdown, “And that made you want to run around Seoul in your underwear because..?”
Moonbyul looked so panic stricken that Wheein just pulled her to her apartment. She knew her friend wasn’t big on commitments. She wouldn’t even call what she had with Yongsun a ‘relationship’. She sometimes wanted to slap her friend for dismissing the possibility of her and Yongsun being a proper couple. Wheein may have been skeptical about them at the start, but she knew that they’d be good for one another.
As soon as the door to Moonbyul’s apartment opened, Wheein called a local pizza place and ordered food for them both. She knew she wasn’t going to be able to eat the take out Hyejin had bought. She assumed Yongsun was probably eating it instead.
Her and Moonbyul talked for most of the night about the pros and cons of Yongsun moving in. Wheein steadily trying to convince the older woman that it was a good idea and Moonbyul trying to explain why it’s not a good idea.
In the end they both passed out on the silver haired woman’s bed stinking of alcohol and pizza. Wheein was the first to wake up a few hours later with two arms wrapped around her and a head nuzzled into the back of her neck. She turned her head slowly just as the owner of the arms was waking up. Their eyes connected for a split second before they pushed each other away.
“Get off me!” Moonbyul yelled as she stood up.
“You were the one holding onto me!” Wheein shuddered.
Moonbyul, who was still barely dressed, replied, “Am I that irresistible? God save me from this beauty, please.”
“You were wrapped around me!”
“I couldn’t help it!” Moonbyul shrugged, “You’re really cuddly you know, you’re like a bear.”
Wheein gagged, “Shut up.”
“No seriously, you are!” She smirked slightly, “Well okay, you’re like a small cuddly Not-Interested-In-Moonbyul bear.” She began to mumble the rest, “With teeth, and claws.” She winked, “And a moustache.”
“Shut up! We both have girlfriends, there’s no need to overstep any boundaries with each other.”
“Whatever you say,” Moonbyul laughed as she walked past Wheein to get to the kitchen, “Sweetheart.” She quickly kissed Wheein’s cheek and earned a slap to her shoulder.
The younger girl sat down on the couch in a huff, “Well, I say we both have girlfriends, but yours has ran off because you’re a big baby. Hasn’t she, Byul?”
“Yeah, well, you’re too short to get on all of the rides at Disneyland.”
“What has that got to do with anything?”
“Nothing, it’s just a fact.”
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After taking nearly an hour to convince Moonbyul to come back to Wheein’s to speak to Yongsun, both girls started to make their way to the younger girls house. They walked in silence. Wheein was texting Hyejin whilst Moonbyul stewed in her own thoughts.
Maybe she should bite the bullet and let Yongsun move in. She won’t deny that she’s very much attracted to her, in fact, she would go as far as to say that she could be in love with the blonde. No one was as fun to be around as Yongsun, no one was as good in the bedroom than Yongsun and she’s pretty sure that no one in this world was as wonderfully beautiful as her either.
She groaned as she approached Wheein’s home. It was now or never for her. Will she ask Yongsun to live with her or spend the rest of her life with regret?
Wheein opened the front door and allowed Moonbyul to enter before her. The house was silent which was never a good thing.
“Yong?” She called out.
“She’s gone back to her sisters to see if she can stay.” Hyejin glared at the older woman from her spot in the kitchen.
Moonbyul sighed, “Fuck.”
“She was crying last night, you asshole.” The youngest of the three entered the living room and sat down on her couch. Wheein sat next to her and shrugged her shoulders at her friend.
“She was?” The silver haired woman asked.
Hyejin nodded, “Yes. She didn’t even ask you anything and you ran away like a coward!”
“I didn’t mean to run away, it just happened! I panicked.”
“Why not just talk to her? Why run away?”
“I don’t know.” Moonbyul rubbed her face.
Wheein placed a hand on Hyejin’s to calm her down before the younger girl did something rash. Like setting Moonbyul’s chair on fire.
“Have you ever actually had a conversation with Yongsun?” The shorter girl asked.
Moonbyul nodded, “We talk all the time.”
“What was your last conversation about?”
“Well.” The older girl sat up in her chair, “She said ‘yes.’ Then I said ‘yes.’ Then she said ‘yes.’ And I replied ‘oh baby yes.’ Then she once again said ‘yes.’ And I rebuttaled with ‘yes.’ And then she said ‘yes yes yes.’ And then I asked ‘would you like a cup of tea?’ And she said ‘yes.‘“
“Not the deepest of relationships, then.” Hyejin mumbled.
Moonbyul sighed before standing up and heading to the door.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to ask my girlfriend to move in with me.”
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Yongsun had given Moonbyul the code to her apartment a while ago. In the early stages of their sexual romance, Yongsun used to sneak Moonbyul into her apartment in the early hours of the morning and kick her out an hour before Yonghee was due to wake up.
After Yonghee caught them in a naked and compromising position, they ceased keeping it a secret. Even though Moonbyul knew the code off by heart, she only used it whenever someone wouldn’t answer the door.
This time, she knocked on and silently prayed that Yonghee would answer the door. It was a log less likely that she would get the door slammed in her face that way. But the gods were not on her side today as Yongsun was the one to greet her. Moonbyul tried to smile at her but it quickly turned into a frown when the door was closed with force.
She sighed and knocked again. This time the door was opened but Yongsun walked away leaving Moonbyul to let herself in. She threw off her shoes and put on the bunny slippers Yongsun bought for her a few months ago before following the older woman into the kitchen.
“Is your sister home?” Moonbyul asked sheepishly.
“Why? Going to beg her to not kick me out so you feel less guilty about not letting me move in?” Yongsun huffed as she sat down.
“Yongsun I’m sorry.” Moonbyul almost whimpered as she took a seat next to the blonde and grabbed her hands, “I’m an idiot.”
“Well, at least we can both agree on that.”
The silver haired woman laughed, “Yeah.” She swallowed her fears and sighed, “I am idiot for not seeing what I have in front of me. If I truly think about it, I come to realise that I don’t want anyone except you. I want you to be my official girlfriend and I want you to move in with me.”
Yongsun’s face broke out into a huge grin, “You mean that?”
“Yes. I love you, Yongsun and I don’t want to lose you.”
“I love you too, Byul.”