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It was late at night, past the time she usually goes home. Sakura at least knows that bit.
She's not the one to let herself get drunk so recklessly, but tonight was different.
Sakura slid into a corner booth in the bar she came to, her thoughts heavy with the weight of unspoken dissatisfaction. The glow of neon lights reflected on the wooden floor, and the murmurs of conversation created a comforting backdrop to her swirling thoughts.
She took a deep breath, savoring the rich aroma of the whiskey in her glass, hoping it would drown out the nagging sense of emptiness that had settled in her chest.
The last few months had been a blur of routine and unfulfilled expectations. Her marriage, once vibrant and full of promise, now felt like a series of failed experimentation.
She wasn't one to stray, but tonight was different. Tonight, she needed something—anything to break the routine. Her friends had urged her to get out, to take a break from the familiar, and so she found herself here, nursing her drink and trying to forget.
That's when she saw her. Across the room, a striking figure stood out in the crowd. A young woman with bright red hair that seemed to defy the dull ambiance of the bar.
Her presence was different, and despite the influence of alcohol clouding her judgment, Sakura couldn't help but be drawn to her.
Their eyes met, and Sakura felt a jolt of recognition. The woman's gaze was both challenging and inviting, and it was clear she had noticed Sakura's constant stare on her.
With a nervous sigh, Sakura decided to seize the moment. She approached the woman, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and mild anticipation.
“Hi,” Sakura began, trying to sound casual despite the racing of her pulse. “I couldn't help but notice you from across the room. Mind if I join you?”
The woman smiled, a glint of something in her eye. “I was hoping you would. I'm Jennifer.” She said, her voice smooth and soft. It was welcoming.
The night soon wore on, the lines between right and wrong blurred. The conversation flowed effortlessly, and what started as an innocent encounter quickly turned into something more.
Just like during their encounter, Jennifer was soft when she led her to that hotel room. She was soft while holding her hand, telling her everything would be okay.
When they were in the hotel room, Jennifer took care of her. Everything about her was soft.
The way she pinned Sakura against the wall, one hand on her waist, the other resting behind her head, making sure it didn't hit the wall.
Her kisses were soft, even when Sakura told her it was alright to be a bit more rougher. Even then, Jennifer had asked “Do you want me to be rough? You like it that way?” And it made Sakura feel a type of comfort she hasn't had in a while.
While the kiss deepened, Jennifer's softness still hadn't gone away, it was there the whole time.
While their clothes disappeared one by one, the softness was still there.
While Jennifer molded herself into Sakura, her movements were slow and careful, testing her limits.
All that and whispering sweet words in her ears, and Sakura couldn't help but compare her to her husband, Eunwoo, he's always rough, never sweet talks her, and most of the time, she's sure that he uses her for his own pleasure instead of for the excuses he makes.
It's a thing she has, but she absolutely hates it when someone calls sex, 'love making', and he always addresses it as that, saying they need to do it because he wants to, because they're married. He has needs, and as his wife, she's obligated to satisfy them.
But Jennifer, she's different. She's different from him.
Of course people are bound to be different in a way, but Jennifer is different in a way she's never known, a way she wants. She's everything that Sakura looked for.
This night might just be one she'd cherish. Maybe it wasn't a mistake. Maybe she wanted this.
She wanted Jennifer in every way possible, but she wouldn't admit it. She's married. That's the only thing stopping her.
Maybe it's the drunken mind, maybe it's the alcohol.
Maybe tomorrow she'd regret it, but now, she's going to enjoy the feeling of Jennifer's careful caresses while she thrusts into her, the soft occasional kisses, the words of reassurance.
She'd think about the consequences of her actions when she's sober, when Jennifer isn't more than seven inches deep into her.
The next day, Sakura woke up to a life threatening headache, her body extremely sore and aching, and a warmth surrounding her body.
She yawned, turning around and moving closer to the warmth. Turning around, Sakura saw that it wasn't Eunwoo, but the redhead from last night. What was her name again? Jenner? Jane? Janet? It started with a J, she's sure.
But then Sakura quickly realizes that she's naked, suddenly feeling completely awake and hesitantly getting out of the warmth she enjoyed so much. Even in a sober state.
Her legs hurt so much…
She collected her clothes from yesterday night, taking a quick shower before putting them on, glad to see the girl still asleep.
Should she write a note? Say it all was a mistake and she never wanted it to happen? No, Sakura can't do that. Can she? No. She won't.
Deciding to leave without a trace, Sakura making sure the redhead wouldn't freeze to death, rushing out of the room and walking back to the bar where she left her car parked in the parking lot.
Thankfully they didn't drive drunk.
Arriving at the bar, she quickly found her car, prompting to head straight home and go to work with the little time she had left.
Meanwhile Jennifer, or should I say Yunjin? Yunjin wakes up alone, though she isn't angry, she isn't upset, she's sad that the girl didn't even say goodbye. As an aspiring producer and artist, she feels greedy for more. Not just the motivation. She wants, what was her name? Sakura? She wants Sakura, she wants everything she can offer. Acquainted strangers, friends, partners, lovers, anything.
She's just desperate to be with that girl.
(The bar was filled with loud chatter and music as Yunjin leaned back, her drink untouched. Across from her, Sakura shifted nervously, the lighting hiding the faint blush on her cheeks.
“So,” Yunjin started, her voice casual but probing, “You come here often?”
Sakura chuckled softly, swirling the liquid in her glass. “Not really. Tonight's an exception.”
Yunjin raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Bad day?”
“Something like that,” Sakura replied, her tone evasive.
Yunjin didn’t press further. Instead, she let the silence settle between them, watching as Sakura’s defenses slowly chipped away.
The conversation changed a lot—light topics, shared laughs, and a growing familiarity. Yunjin played it cool, but her curiosity about the woman deepened with every passing moment.
Before long, Yunjin stood, her movements unhurried but confident. “This place is dying down,” She said, her gaze locked on Sakura's. “What do you say we take this… somewhere quieter? With just us?”
Sakura hesitated, her lips parting in what might have been a protest. But then, she nodded, downing the rest of her drink before following Yunjin to the door.
The air outside was cold, almost sobering. Sakura stuffed her hands into her coat pockets as they walked, a nervous energy crackling between them.
Yunjin glanced sideways at her, a small smile tugging at her lips. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” Sakura murmured. “Just thinking.”
Yunjin didn’t push. She simply led the way, her steps steady and sure, until they reached the hotel entrance.
Inside, under the soft glow of the lobby lights, Sakura paused. “Are we really doing this?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Yunjin turned to her, her expression gentle. Reassuring. “Only if you want to.”
For a moment, Sakura said nothing. Then, with a deep breath, she nodded, following Yunjin toward the elevator.
The elevator ride was quiet, but the air between them was charged. Yunjin leaned casually against the wall, her eyes flicking to Sakura now and then, studying her.
Sakura fidgeted with the strap of her bag, her mind racing. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. Everything about tonight felt like stepping off a ledge, but the pull toward Yunjin was undeniable.
When the elevator doors opened, Yunjin stepped aside, motioning for Sakura to lead the way. She trailed a step behind as they walked down the hallway, her heartbeat quickening with every step closer to the door.
At the room, Yunjin fished the keycard out of her pocket and slid it into the slot. The soft click of the lock echoed in the silence. She hesitated for just a second, glancing back at Sakura.
“You can back out anytime,” Yunjin said softly. “No pressure.”
Sakura met her gaze, her eyes wide but resolute. “I’m here, aren’t I?”
That was all Yunjin needed. She pushed the door open and stepped inside, flicking on the lights. The room was modest but comfortable, the kind of place meant for short stays and forgotten mornings.
Sakura lingered at the threshold, her hand gripping the doorframe as if it were a lifeline. Yunjin turned to her, her voice low and inviting. “Come in. Make yourself comfortable.”
With a deep breath, Sakura stepped inside, letting the door click shut behind her.
Yunjin approached her slowly, her movements careful and deliberate. “Nervous?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“A little,” Sakura admitted.
Yunjin offered a reassuring smile. “It’s just us. No expectations. No judgments.”
Sakura nodded, her tension easing slightly.
For a moment, neither of them moved. Then Yunjin reached out, her fingers brushing against Sakura’s. “We’ll take it slow,” She said, her voice gentle. “You tell me what you’re comfortable with.”
Sakura looked at her, her expression softening. “I trust you.”
The words hung in the air, heavier than either of them expected. Yunjin’s smile widened, and she stood, offering her hand. “Let’s make this a night you won’t regret.”
Sakura hesitated only a second before taking her hand, allowing Yunjin to push her gently against the wall, leaning in close.
“Is this okay?” She clasped their hands together, pinning them above her head, leaning down so her lips would hover over Sakura’s.
“More than okay…” Sakura breathed out, feeling a sudden itch in the pit of her stomach that practically screamed to be taken care of.
Before she could even ask, or tell her to, Yunjin captured her lips into a soft, careful kiss, almost as if she was testing the waters.
Against her own will, since her body wanted to show how much she wanted it, she whimpered when Yunjin lifted her, wrapping her legs around her waist and pressing her firmly against the wall.
Her hand reached up to behind Sakura’s head, tilting it to gain more access to her mouth.
The room was filled with moans echoing off the walls as Yunjin walked and guided them towards the bed, being laid down with a soundless huff.
Yunjin pulled away with a sharp gasp, her eyes darkening with what Sakura wants to call lust, only because it was far from it, something darker.
“Sakura…” Yunjin huffed out, leaning down to bury her face into her neck. “Can I take this off, please?” She tugged at her shirt.
“Yes.”
And that was all the confirmation she needed before slowly peeling her shirt off.
Yunjin leaned back once again, her eyes sparkling.
“So beautiful… and all of this is for me to touch?” She murmured to herself, rubbing Sakura's waist with a little added pressure, making the woman under her moan in agreement.
“Will you let me show you how beautiful you are? Will you let me praise you? Take care of you?” Each question was responded with a sound of pleasure.
Yunjin knew what she was doing.
“Let me hear your beautiful voice, don't hold back.” She whispered into her ear, attaching her lips onto her thin, tender, and smooth neck.
It wasn't long before bright red marks started appearing on Sakura's neck and Yunjin's clothes slowly disappearing.
Soon, they were naked, Yunjin hovering over Sakura and positioning herself near her throbbing entrance.
“Are you ready?” She struggled to say, breathing heavily.
“Please—mh… Jennifer—ah!” Sakura moaned loudly when Yunjin slowly started to slip herself in, tears threatening to fall out when she felt herself being stretched out.
“Fuck! Shit, why are you so—ha—… big? Stretching me out so good.” Sakura's chest heaved up and down, feeling Yunjin stop so she could get used to her size.
“And you're taking me so well, baby. Such a good girl for me. Doing so well.” Yunjin praised, moaning lowly when she felt Sakura tightening around her length.
“I'm gonna go all the way in, okay? Ready?”
“Holy shit. You're not all the way in yet? Damn, are you trying to kill me?” Sakura lifted up to see Yunjins length not all the way in yet, she was barely even halfway in. That sight made her clench around Yunjin again, earning one of those beautiful sounds.
In this situation, Yunjin was the man, but she was more responsive than most men. Sakura liked that.
Gripping Yunjin's hair, Sakura used her legs to fully push her inside, gasping at the feeling.
“Ah—!” Yunjin took in a sharp breath, now directly hovering over Sakura, gazing deep into her eyes.
“Jennifer…” Sakura's voice was serious, Yunjin almost snapped out of it. Almost.
“If you don't start pounding into me with that big ass dick of yours, I'm going to go crazy.”
Well, did that turn Yunjin on more.
So she gave Sakura what she wanted, propping her legs around her neck. And just because she could, wrapped her hands around Sakura's neck, and started thrusting into her relentlessly.
Sakura's moans came out in broken sobs, tears falling out of her eyes. It'd be a miracle if she remembers most of this afterwards.
“Like that? Like it when I treat you like this?” Yunjin caressed her stomach, feeling how a bulge would form every time she went inside. Heaven.
“Ah—Jen… fuck! I'm gonna—” Then without warning, Sakura clenched around Yunjin, her moans muffled from the girl leaning down and capturing her lips in a kiss, swallowing her moans.
Knowing she already reached her climax, Yunjin slowed down, letting her ride it out before slowly pulling out, stroking her length and finishing on her stomach.
She collapsed on Sakura, making sure to not put all of her weight on her.
“Just one round?” Sakura stroked her arm, pushing Yunjin off of her and straddling her lap, rubbing herself onto Yunjin's leg.
Immediately, Yunjin responded.
“I should let you know,” Yunjin slowly sat up, propping herself up on her hands. “I'm an athlete, Sakura, I'm going to take you everywhere in this room. You're going to be so spent, you won't even remember.”
Sakura felt a shiver of exci tement run down her spine, instead of answering, she kissed Yunjin. Slow and sensual.
This is exactly what she needed.
To forget.)
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“...and she was just so amazing! I have to find her! It's been almost two months and yet no sight.” Yunjin finished her rambling session to her two best friends, Kazuha and Eunchae.
Right now, they're in a mall, treating Eunchae for doing well on her test. “Right. You've told us about, I don't know, twenty times and still counting?” Kazuha reminded, though there wasn't any hostility in her words. Kazuha had always been light-hearted, part of the reason they got along.
Eunchae was always the one who said harsh words when they needed it.
Yunjin was just a happy puppy.
“No, Zuzu, she was so… I can't put it into words!”
“You did earlier though, don't worry you'll figure out the right words in that hollow head of yours.” Eunchae, who was busy stuffing her face like an animal, finally said some words when her food was finished, being the last one done since Yunjin and Kazuha ate like starved cavemen.
“Right. You'll find her soon enough, Jen, don't let it get to you more than it already has.” Kazuha sent her a cheeky smile, probably preparing to say something dumb and offensive.
“Maybe you drooled on the woman and she got disgusted. Or the way you slept. Wouldn't blame her, 'cause you snore like a pig.” Then Kazuha stood up, leaving her trash and taking off running into the mall.
“Yah!” Yunjin yelled, grabbing her wallet and handing it to Eunchae, “Kang Joo Ha!” The redhead jumped over the table, chasing after Kazuha. Maybe this is what happens when you're in Soccer and Basketball during college.
“What? Did you dye your balls too?” Kazuha joked, seeing Yunjin's face turn bright red. “Be careful, your face is going to match your hair if you keep it up!” She added, laughing loudly while dodging the nearby people.
“Seriously, Nakamura Kazuha! Don't let me get my hands on you!” Yunjin threatened, maneuvering swiftly between the crowd.
“Ha! Catch me if you can, Jennifer!” Was Kazuha's last words before she bumped into someone, making her, and the person stumble over and trip on to the floor. Especially Kazuha who stopped the woman from taking too much impact and then tripping over her own two feet.
“Wait—!” Kazuha shouted, wrapping her arms around the woman and taking most of the fall damage.
Yunjin rushed over, pushing Kazuha off the woman and helping her up carefully. “Miss! Are you alright? Does anything hurt? Did she hurt you?” Yunjin checked over the woman, taking in her appearance.
She looked familiar.
She was a short lady, very short. Her hair was also short, and blonde. Even her clothes were short. Yet professional.
The woman's face was flushed, waving her hands in front of her face in dismissal. “No, I'm alright. Is your friend okay?” The girl looked down at Kazuha who was still on the floor, holding her arm.
“Yeah, she's fine. We've seen worse days. But are you okay, miss?” Yunjin looked over at her, her hands hovering over the lady just in case she didn't want to be touched.
“I just told you I'm fine, kid. Don't worry about it.” The woman huffed, crossing her arms.
“Uh, let us treat you to something? What's your name, miss?” Yunjin side-stepped, helping Kazuha to her feet, the girl sporting a cheeky smile.
“Please allow us to treat you, ma'am. Me and Jen shouldn't have been playing around in a mall like this anyway. If you don't accept, we'll follow you around until you accept. Report us for stalking if you have to.” Kazuha bent her body, bowing her head.
Yunjin mimicked her position, their hands intertwined whilst they bowed.
The woman huffed, narrowing her eyes at the two. “Fine. I'm not an expensive person anyways. Kim Chaewon. How old are you kids anyways?” The woman, Chaewon, looked over their appearance, they couldn't be over sixteen.
“I'm Kazuha. Twenty years old, Chaewon-ssi.” Kazuha snickered, nudging Yunjin.
“Yunjin, twenty-one years old, Ms. Chaewon.” She smiled proudly, letting go of Kazuha's hand to stand next to Chaewon, Kazuha taking her other side, both of them linking each of her arms through hers.
“Just… Chaewon is fine… what's going on right now?” Chaewon allowed herself to be dragged by the two, going the opposite way they came running towards her.
Yunjin and Kazuha said nothing, leading to one of the restaurants, going to the table Eunchae was sitting.
They sat her down in the middle of them, a big smile on their faces.
Eunchae glanced up, scanning over Chaewon, a smile appearing on her face that matches the other two. “Hong Eunchae, Ms. Pretty lady. And you are?” Eunchae placed her phone down, handing Yunjin back her wallet.
“Is someone going to answer my question? Did I just agree to getting kidnapped by a bunch of kids? How old is this Hong Eunchae anyway?” Chaewon glared at them, only seeing their expressions becoming more happy.
“She's sixteen. And Manchae, Kim Chaewon. We're only like this because we get to eat again. Help yourself.” Yunjin took some menus, passing them out.
Chaewon glanced between them. Sixteen with twenty and twenty-one? Weird bunch. Did they kidnap the poor girl? Does she need help? Is she the next victim?
“Choose whatever you want, Yunjin has just released one of her songs, so Jen is rich right now.” Kazuha encouraged, the smile never leaving her face. That's something they all got in common.
Yunjin's face has been nothing but gentle towards her, even her actions. She said her friend was alright, she still helped her back up despite saying she was fine. She even prioritized her over her own friend.
Kazuha had been smiling non-stop, it could be an act, but it seems genuine, nothing like those fake smiles those creepy businessmen send her way when they want something from her. Nothing like that. That's admirable.
Eunchae, though a kid, probably still has her innocence, literally gave her full attention, she even put her phone down. Chaewon always thought teenagers were glued to those things. Eunchae even complimented her and ignored her snarky remark!
Chaewon has only been with them for a span of six minutes, and they're already winning her over. She'll put away her kidnapping delusions for now.
“Earth to Chae? Are you there?” Kazuha waved her hand in front of her, when did she order her food?
“Huh? I am. And nicknames already?” Chaewon teased, sewing Kazuha's face turn a bright red.
“Well—everyone has a nickname for everyone, so I thought it'd be okay, if you don't like it I can—I can stop…” Kazuha trailed off, realizing she was rambling.
Chaewon smiled at her. What a cute girl.
“I don't mind it. Kazuha, you said? Since we're doing nicknames, can I call you mine?” Chaewon winked, seeing the girls cheek flare up. And she heard an eardrum bursting laugh coming from in front of her. That anomaly came from Yunjin?
“Ah, seriously, Jennifer, tone it down!” Eunchae scolded, although her snort gave away that she was trying to hold back a laugh.
“That was a good one, Pupu!” Yunjin giggled, trying to calm herself down.
“Pupu? Where's that from?” Chaewon glared at her, crossing her arms in a bossy manner.
“It's 'cause you look like a cute poodle! You know? Anyone's ever told you?” Yunjin rested her head in her hands, her smile still not fading.
And her plate was empty? When? Wait, when did the food even come…?
“No one. And how am I cute? I'm older than you!” Chaewon pouted, still yet to uncross her arms.
“No, Pupu, everyone at this table can agree that you're cute. Maybe not cuter than Eunchae, but still cute.” Yunjin shook her head fondly, and Chaewon could only do what she hoped was a glare.
Eunchae made a face, pushing Yunjin out of her seat. “Yah. Hong Eunchae. What's your problem!?” Yunjin shouted, standing up and dusting off.
Kazuha stood up as well, watching Chaewon take her last few bites of her food before taking her plate.
While the three worked on cleaning the table, Chaewon checked her phone. Oh shit. She forgot she had to go to work today.
That's what she was doing before those two giants bumped into her, trying to take a short cut through the Mall instead of walking around it, then proceeding to her bus stop waiting area. It was too much work. But she couldn't just leave them here after they treated her for such a small mistake that could be overlooked.
Chaewon held back a scoff when she saw a bunch of messages from ‘An Otaku Bestie 😘’
She sent a quick message, looking at the three girls who were surprisingly already looking her way.
“Do you have to go? So soon..?” Kazuha hung her head, reaching out her hand for Yunjin to take.
“Yes. I do. I know we just met, but do you girls want to come with me?” Chaewon asked, letting herself fall into the temptation of the puppy dog eyes Yunjin gave her.
And almost like a switch flipped, Kazuha perked up, that bright smile back on her face. Has she seen it somewhere before?
“Do you have a ride to where you're going?” Yunjin pushed Kazuha towards her, who happily let herself be pushed, attaching herself to Chaewon.
“No, I had my route set for the bus stop until this accident happened.” She responded.
Yunjin took off her hoodie, her outfit being displayed for the world to see while she gave her hoodie to Eunchae.
She was wearing a sleeveless, white T-shirt, which was tucked into her gray joggers, her arms having flower tattoos flowing down them.
Chaewon couldn't help but stare.
Kazuha mimicked her actions, sporting a similar outfit, holding out her hoodie to Chaewon with hopeful eyes. It was against the office dress code, but who would not accept such a glorious and tempting offer?
Kazuha's smile could only get wider if possible.
“Zuha! You got it? Finally?” Eunchae gasped, pointing at Kazuha with a wide grin. On Kazuha's torso, specifically on the right side, by her waistline, laid a tattoo that said ‘LE SSERAFIM’.
“Oh? Yeah, I got it a month ago, when we all couldn't meet up for a while. I got all three, actually. I'll show you guys later. Now Chae, do you have a ride?” Kazuha turned to her, holding her out her hand to take.
“I don't, I was going to take a bus to work after I finished here at the mall, but if I do now, I'm going to be late.” Chaewon looked up at her. Why is she staring at her like that?
“You can drive Yunjin's car. It's really our car, but Yunjin brought it. But you can drive it. C'mon.” Kazuha tugged her along, ranting about past things the trio had experienced.
Apparently they've been friends for a long time.
Walking up to a car, it was a black Mercedes-Benz, and this surprised Chaewon.
Yunjin's music must be that good if she has a paycheck that has enough money to buy a car like this. Obviously Chaewon has seen cars like this, some being better, but she's genuinely just shocked.
Yunjin unlocked the car doors before handing her the keys, getting into the backseat.
Eunchae slid in after Yunjin, Kazuha getting into the passenger's seat.
So they're doing this, huh?
Chaewon got into the driver's seat, taking a moment to start the car and make sure everyone had on their seatbelts.
The car has a very clean gray exterior, probably didn't go white because the stains would give them hell.
“Do you take the bus everyday, Chaewonie?” Eunchae questioned, leaning into Yunjin's chest.
Yunjin was sprawled out in the seat, a content smile on her face while she rested her head on the window. Eunchae was between her legs, comfortably, might she add. The two of them were huddled together, Eunchae's phone unlocked and waiting to be used.
“Most of the time, only when I have time.” Chaewon thought for a second, nodding her head when she thought that was a good enough answer.
She pulled out of the mall's parking lot, maneuvering through the lot before getting on to the road.
“So, what do you guys do for a living?” Chaewon added, glancing in the backseat through the rearview mirror.
“Oh! Jen and I are still in college. She's pursuing music, and I'm pursuing ballet. But we're in a lot of sports clubs for future scholarships since the main ones are like hobbies.” Kazuha answered, rolling down the window slightly.
Chaewon hummed, taking in all the information.
“Right. And we both provide for Eunchae, she lives with us most of the time. So we do everything like feed her, spoil her, buy her things, take her to and from school, and pay for all of her things. She even has an allowance. It's like raising a child, but a sibling version.” Yunjin ran her hands through Eunchae's hair. Car rides always make her sleepy.
“You three live together?” The shock was evident in Chaewon's voice. They're good at confusing people, that's for sure.
“Not really live together. We're neighbors, but we end up staying together most of the time. Eunchae just doesn't like being home with auntie and uncle.” Kazuha was the one to answer, her voice fading when Chaewon pulled into a very large company building.
‘FIMMIES’ It was labeled. What a weird name for a building.
“Come on, you guys got extra jackets? It's cold in there.”
And then Yunjin reached back, throwing a red and black designed jacket towards Kazuha which said ‘KANG JOO HA NASUMA’.
She grabbed another one with similar designs, just black and blue, hers being ‘HUH? JENNIFER’.
“Where's mine?” Eunchae lifted herself up, taking off the seatbelt.
“Here, take this off,” Yunjin tugged on the hoodie she gave Eunchae, the girl taking it off while Yunjin grabbed a jacket that matched hers and Kazuha's, the color being a mix of red, blue, purple, and black. The words ‘HUNG MANCHAE’.
Eunchae nodded, satisfied as she zipped up her jacket.
Chaewon shook her head, a smile displaying on her face. She's only known them for at least half an hour, and she's already attached. Reminds her of that story Sakura told her of that redhead girl. Now that she thinks about it, Yunjin kinda matches that description Sakura gave.
Red hair, bold, confident, always making sure she was okay, caring, soft, gentle, beautiful, wonderful, tall, etc.
Hm. Chaewon needs to dive deeper into that.
“Don't do anything stupid. You guys already look like some sort of gang.” Chaewon warned, taking Eunchae's hand into her own and leading them inside the building.
She pretended like they didn't exist for a moment when they started to happily greet everyone who passed by.
At least Eunchae was calm.
“This building is so big!” Yunjin complimented, her eyes wandering almost everywhere. She looked at everything she could.
“You know what else is big?” Kazuha suddenly spoke, catching their attention.
“That chair! I've never seen one so unnecessarily big!” Kazuha pointed to the lounge chair in the lobby, her eyes never leaving it until they got to the elevator.
It was empty at first, until it dinged at the 6th floor when some employees started rushing in, pushing them into the corner of the wall.
Kazuha and Yunjin stood back against the wall, Eunchae pressing against Yunjin with the girl's arms wrapped around her waist.
She's a high school girl in a building she probably wouldn't have to see for years, in an elevator with possible creepy men or women. Or both. Yunjin is her safe zone in these kinds of things.
Kazuha on the other hand is a different case. No matter what, she absolutely can't be pressed against another girl that isn't them.
Yunjin doesn't get hard that easily, but Kazuha is sensitive. So she gets hard at the little bit of contact down there.
Yunjin is too innocent to even think about anyone like that, let alone Eunchae! She'd never stoop that low for anyone that isn't that woman she met. She really wants to meet that woman again. She needs to meet her again.
Meanwhile Kazuha, not in a similar predicament as Yunjin, with Chaewon pressed against her like this, imagine the things going on in her virgin mind. Yes, she's a virgin. She and Yunjin had been sporting the title until the older woman went and got laid. Well, she's not exactly a virgin, but those times with Yunjin back in high school shouldn't count.
Kazuha hesitantly wraps her arms around Chaewon's waist, pushing her up slightly, in hopes of hiding the growing bulge in her pants. Maybe because she's Kazuha and she can't be around girls, but that made it worse.
“Jennifer. Help me! Truce, truce!” Kazuha whined, turning to Yunjin. The redhead turned her way, raising an eyebrow towards her.
Kazuha nodded down, her hands now ghosting over Chaewons waist.
Yunjin sighed, patting Eunchae's hip to get her attention. Eunchae looked up, throwing a questioning look her way.
“Kazuha needs help, switch places with her.” Yunjin whispered into her ear, Eunchae only nodded, swiftly changing spots with Kazuha without Chaewon noticing. Right when the elevator had dinged.
Kazuha shifted behind Yunjin, pressing herself into the girls leg. Thank God for Yunjin.
“We get off on the 50th floor, it's where my office is. And the boss's office, since she wants her assistant as close as possible when she needs things.” Chaewon glanced back at them. When did they change? Did they change? She didn't think too much of it when Eunchae clinged to her back.
“Can we go to your office? I want to see what it's like!” Eunchae placed her head on Chaewon's shoulder when some of the staff started to leave, taking a moment to stare at her face.
“Sure, I need to get something out of there anyways.” Chaewon brought her hand up, rubbing the girls chin. Eunchae leaned into her touch, a content smile on her face.
Once the elevator dinged the 50th floor, Chaewon led them out, all three of them clinging to her somehow. Was she popular or something?
Chaewon reached for the handle, inserting her key and unlocking the door. Yunjin held the door open for them, stepping inside when everyone came in and stood by the door like an obedient puppy when it closed.
“Can you three help me find the papers labeled T.S.I? In a bold red.” Chaewon turned around. It's really creepy how someone can give you their full attention. Maybe she's just too used to being ignored.
“We can. I don't see the problem.” Eunchae shrugged, moving over her desk and opening the draws to search.
Kazuha joined her in the search, while Yunjin just stood there looking lost.
“You're not going to help? I mean it's not an obligation for you to help, I just thought that it'd be—” Chaewon paused, seeing Yunjin's eyes glued on a piece of paper with the name ‘Sakura’ on it.
Before she could question it, Kazuha's loud voice echoed throughout the room.
“I found it! Here, here. Look at it! Did I do good?” Kazuha practically hopped towards her, almost vibrating in her spot while handing Chaewon the stack of papers.
Eunchae walked over to Yunjin, dragging her out of the room after realizing she'd been staring too much at that paper.
“You're going to get flies if you don't close your mouth.” Eunchae joked, poking a finger through Yunjin's mouth playfully.
Chaewon and Kazuha soon walked out with the older woman gesturing for them to follow her.
The two followed after her wordlessly, having a chat behind them and bowing to employees who walk by every once in a while.
Chaewon stopped infront of a very big door, knocking two times before waiting.
A small ‘Come in.’ was heard, and then Chaewon opened the door, stepping inside the room.
The trio followed after her cautiously. They can't ruin Chaewon's image because of their stupidity and possibly get her fired. ‘Best behavior’ was a look they shared before entering the room.
“Kim Chaewon. You're one second late. Usually you're ten seconds early. Is there a reason?” The boss spoke, Yunjin recognized that voice.
Looking up, she came face to face with Sakura. And the only thing to describe her face right now is shock, excitement, and just Yunjin.
Sakura hadn't noticed her yet. Maybe because she's quiet for once.
“Because, Miyawaki, you made me wait to come in." Chaewon replied, her voice sassy and snarky. Damn, not even her boss could make her act right.
“I'll give you a pass, I guess, where are the papers I asked—for…?” Sakura looked up, stopping in her tracks.
"Yeah, here. These two— three… helped me find it." Chaewon, oblivious to what was going on, walked up to Sakura's desk, setting the papers down on them.
“You. I remember you.” Sakura stood up, pointing to Yunjin.
Yunjin could only smile. She remembers her. At least that counts as something.
It's more than she can ask for, if she's going to be honest.
“You remember me?” Yunjin's smile widened, tilting her head while pointing at herself.
At that, Sakura could only soften. That's the girl she met that night, one month ago. And the shocking part is that the softness is still there. Sakura wonders what it feels like sober. No. She's married.
But maybe friendship won't hurt. Fate brought them together, no? Sakura should take advantage of that.
Chaewon looked between them. Kazuha stood next to Yunjin confused. Eunchae had an idea, but she's still confused.
“Yes. I do. I remember you.” Sakura smiled at her. It came easy. Especially around her. A complete stranger.