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Her tongue pressed along the back of her teeth, and Jiwon blinked twice. "What- Like what?" She said all too quickly, watching Wonyoung lick at the shimmering wetness on her lips. She shifted on the mattress, trying to ignore the dull feeling that shot through her elbows. Wrinkles in the bedsheets welted into her skin, a pattern Jiwon wanted not to notice.

"I don't know, you're staring at me like you're in love with me." Her pink nails tap against Jiwon's thighs in a slow motion, and Jiwon's gaze drifts down to her hands.

Her smooth hands, that fit so perfectly around Jiwon's cheek and against the fullness of it. Her fingers curled so gracefully, and her skin always tasted faintly of lotion. Interlocking their fingers, she'd forget where her fingertips end and where Wonyoung's began. Her nails were rarely bare, always adorned with soft colours. Jiwon liked to trace the strokes of polish, but found the glossy finish unsettling. She liked the way they formed loose fists at her side, and how they held Jiwon with so much care, like she might fall apart if Wonyoung gripped too tightly. But mostly, Jiwon liked the tender warmth when her fingertips lightly grazed her inner thighs. And how they could be so far from gentle, eliciting lewd sounds from Jiwon's mouth.

Jiwon was not in love with Wonyoung, this much she knew. Because being in love was something Jiwon did not know, and she had heard once it was something easy- something that should feel as effortless as breathing.

It felt like a struggle, to Jiwon. Nothing about what she felt for Wonyoung was easy, because Wonyoung felt so far away. She'd pull away with a grimace when Jiwon ran her tongue along the canine sharper than the other. She'd slowly let go of her hand as they walked past girls their age, her head bowed to the ground like she couldn't stand to look at Jiwon.

Even when they couldn't possibly be any closer to the other, legs tangled together and chests touching. The dip in the bed Wonyoung made felt like a lie, even though the scent of her perfume lingered on Jiwon's pillows.

Wonyoung crawled further along Jiwon's body, hovering just above her navel. Leaning down, the ends of Wonyoung's hair tickled her waist. She pressed her lips against Jiwon's navel, then began to litter kisses along her chest.

Reaching her breasts, she licked at the fuller flesh, meeting Jiwon's eyes. Her lips closed around a nipple, taking it in her mouth. Jiwon let out a broken gasp at the sudden suction. "I'm not in love with you."

Through hooded lids, Wonyoung looked almost amused at her denial. "Most people are." Her teeth grazed the hardened nipples as she spoke, a shiver jolts through Jiwon's body.

Jiwon has learned that Wonyoung liked knowing the effect she had on people, liked hearing the high-pitched mewls that occasionally escape Jiwon and the tremble of her thighs. She liked spreading her legs and watching cum dribble out of her hole. "See that? See how pretty you are?" She'd whisper, pumping her half-hard cock.

"I'm just looking at you." Jiwon lets herself sit up on the palms of her hands, which does little to help the feeling in her arms. Wonyoung settles in between her thighs, her hands cradling and fondling her tits.

She shakes her head, pulling down the fabric of her shorts as she catches her briefs peeking out. "No, you're eye-fucking me." She says matter-of-factly, her fingertips leaving her breasts and ghosting over her sternum.

"Eye-fucking? You're actually fucking me." Jiwon raises a brow.

Wonyoung rolls her eyes, her thumb resting on Jiwon's slight Adam's apple. "I haven't fucked you, not today." She grabs her jaw with her whole hand. "Do you wanna be fucked?"

Darkening eyes flicked to Jiwon's bare legs and bare pussy, and she was about to give in but the words get stuck behind her tongue. Jiwon knew that this ritual was not hers, that Wonyoung was not hers to keep- that other girls had kissed her moles and ran their eyes over her body with a hungry look. Wonyoung had touched other girls like this and whispered words that didn't really mean anything against their earlobe.

"Yeah- I wanna be fucked." Jiwon whispers, a blush rising over her ears. If it were up to Jiwon, she would rather grind her hips along Wonyoung's erection till she snapped and fucked her. But Wonyoung didn't like that- and would tell her to use her words instead of rubbing on her.

Wonyoung bunches the fabric of her shorts in her fists and slips them down her thighs. "What if I wanna fuck someone else today?" The shorts land somewhere on Jiwon's bedroom floor.

"Do you?"

Hair whipping across her back, Wonyoung turns to the sliver of window hiding behind curtains. The sun rises from the horizon, bleeding rays across the sky in strokes of murky orange and something similar to the colour of Wonyoung's nails. "It's early, I wouldn't know till later today." She looks back at Jiwon with her lips pursed, like she was waiting for something.

The sunlight casts an orange glow over Wonyoung's eyes and the curve of her jaw, her hair appearing almost golden. It wasn't natural, it was much darker when Jiwon first met Wonyoung years ago. A blunt cut across her waist, dark strands of hair that acted recklessly in the wind. Jiwon remembers the glow being far less noticeable, a red tint that shone over her head of hair.

"Will you please fuck me? Wonyoung, it's been days since you last did." Jiwon manages to get out, swallowing the words with her last bit of pride.

A shake of her head. "Not good enough."

Jiwon looks at Wonyoung, unblinking. "Please. Will you please fuck me- I want it- I need it really bad. Wony, please." She opens her legs further, her glistening entrance exposed fully.

Wonyoung glances down at her hole, her lips pressed together. Jiwon thinks this is the most pathetic she's ever felt, forcing herself to beg for Wonyoung's dick. She had no problem with begging, but she hated that Wonyoung felt the need to remind her to beg. That Wonyoung had already assumed she wouldn't beg once her shorts came off.

"I thought you said most people did." She mumbles. She stares at the ridges of Wonyoung's knuckles, how they unevenly measure to different lengths, how the veins pronounce themselves.

A wrinkle forming between Wonyoung's brows, she glances at Jiwon. "Did what?"

"You said most people fall in love with you. Or are." She stares at the white paint of her walls.

"Yeah? I thought you wanted me to fuck you, Jiwon." Wonyoung's palms flatten over her stomach, the warmth of her hands contrasting with the cold and stuffy air of her room.

"I do! But you're making this weird."

Jiwon forces her eyes to stay on Wonyoung's face, to ignore the glaringly obvious bulge sitting in Wonyoung's boxers. "I'm just saying I could save my stamina for someone else." She raises her hands in defense.

"That's not- You're acting weird."

The hands that rested on Jiwon's navel now sit on her inner thighs, fingertips running upward till they still for a moment where Jiwon wants it most. "This is just sex, you know that?"

Jiwon's throat dries up at that. "Yes?"

It was like something instinctual inside Jiwon to follow the syllables carved upon Wonyoung's tongue. No matter what came from her mouth, spewing spit or cruelty.

"You're nobody without me." And the fragments of who Jiwon had been before Wonyoung slowly slipped away.

Unapologetically, Wonyoung found a kind of thrill in the wreckage that became Jiwon. She didn't know who to be, who she was meant to be- not without Wonyoung. She was scared of meaning nothing.

"If you keep talking to me like that, I'll leave out this door." Her knuckles curl around the metal knob. Jiwon watches her still fingers- wishing they were trembling, wishing for hesitation.

"No- Please. Don't. Don't go." Her voice breaks before she can steady it, grasping at the hem of Wonyoung's shirt.

Wonyoung tilts her head. "You gonna miss me?"

Jiwon leans into her collarbones, her forehead resting in the crook of her neck. "So much more than you know."

Wonyoung grins down at Jiwon, and she indulges in pushing her further into her neck, till she feels the tip of her nose pressing against her skin.

How lucky she was to have Jiwon, to mold her into such a sweet girl.

Nestled into the curve of Wonyoung's shoulder, Jiwon's lids felt heavy. "I think... I think we should take a break." Wonyoung suddenly mutters.

Jiwon's eyes flutter open, her pupils already blown. She jerks away from Wonyoung's arm. "What? No." Her brows pull together, nails digging into the linen sheets like claws.

A strand of Jiwon's hair slips forward, Wonyoung reaches over and tucks it back behind her ear. "Okay."

"Okay? What the fuck?" Jiwon pushes herself up on her palms. "Wonyoung-"

"Go to sleep."

"...Sorry." It wasn't the feeling of power that Wonyoung found so exhilarating, it was knowing that Jiwon loved her- more than anything, more than herself. There wasn't a single part of Wonyoung that Jiwon did not desire, no part of her that she found flawed. All she found was Wonyoung- and that was enough.

But not for Wonyoung. She needed to know how far Jiwon would go, how much she was willing to do for her.

"You're exhausting, Jiwon. All you do is follow me around like a lost puppy." Her fingers trace the rim of her coffee mug, almost empty.

Jiwon blinks at her. "A puppy?" She echoes, her voice soft.

Wonyoung nods, her lips pressed into a flat line.

"Okay," Wonyoung arches a brow. "Leave." That wasn't the answer she expected.

"You're not gonna scream at me or beg me to stay?" Wonyoung stands up, her heels hitting the legs of the chair. Her foot nudges at the wood, pushing it backwards. She steps toward the sink and pours the rest of her coffee into the sink. She watches the liquid run into the drain, disappearing.

"That's how a puppy would react, isn't it?" Jiwon stares down at the table.

Wonyoung sets the cup beside the ceramic sink. "I can leave whenever."

"Then leave, Wonyoung."

It would be lying if Wonyoung were to say she wasn't disappointed. She wanted to watch her unravel. But she kept herself coiled tight. She left the apartment, shutting the door without a glance back to the kitchen.

Wonyoung could hear her blood pumping in her ears, the steady drum of her pulse quickening with each step she took further from the building.

Alone. That's what Wonyoung felt, lying on her made bed. The blankets straightened, her pillows fluffed, all in perfect arrangement that hadn't been touched in months.

Her home felt cold, the corners of the walls collecting lint and dust balls. Alone was unfamiliar to her, something that hadn't managed to breach beneath her skin in years- not since she met Jiwon.

She lasts only a couple hours.

By the time Wonyoung realizes she's driving, she's a couple streets away from Jiwon's apartment. Her hand on the railing, she takes the short steps up to the hallway of door mats and forgotten potted plants.

Her key slips into the lock with ease. She leans around the doorframe, peering into the room. It's dark, unusually so. Her eyes land on Jiwon's back, facing the cupboards. She moves quietly, crossing into the kitchen.

Wonyoung stopped just behind her, close enough to hear the sound of her pants. She cranes her neck, and catches her reflection in the blade. Jiwon's eyes are cast forward, distant. In her slender fingers, lies a sharpened kitchen knife.

"You gonna slit that pretty throat?"

Jiwon jumps at the hiss of Wonyoung's voice, her eyes snapping back into focus. "Fuck! I- What are you doing here?" She practically yelps, her voice breaking mid-sentence.

"I wanted to make sure you were okay, but-" Wonyoung gestures to the knife in Jiwon's hands. "You'll go through with it, right?" Her voice drops into a murmur, settling her chin on Jiwon's shoulder.

Wonyoung's breath ghosts over her skin, in a steady pattern compared to the heavy rise and fall of Jiwon's chest. "Come on, don't be a pussy."

Jiwon's fingers tremble violently around the handle, bringing it closer to her neck. "You want... You want me to-?"

Wonyoung nods, her face lighting up at the glint of the knife.

"I can't."

Before the blade can clatter to the ground, Wonyoung wrenches it out of Jiwon's hands. Her hands don't shake out of fear, so she holds the cold metal against the soft skin of Jiwon's throat. "I thought you kept your promises, Jiwon." She smiles, a small tilt of her lips.

"I do." A flicker of apprehension crosses her face as she tried to ignore the unease curling in her stomach. Jiwon's eyes darted beneath her chin where the sharp tip grazed her skin and to where Wonyoung's chin lay.

Wonyoung raises a brow. "You do?" Her fingers snake around Jiwon's waist, creeping along the stitching of her shirt's hem.

"Can you-" Jiwon gulps. "Please stop." She shakes her head, her hair falling around her temples.

"Don't tell me you're scared." She chuckles at the chatter of Jiwon's teeth, her chin trembling ever so slightly beneath her bottom lip. She presses the knife harder against her throat, just enough to draw droplets of blood.

"Stop!" Jiwon staggers backward, her back hitting the kitchen counter. She reaches for the dripping gash, her hand hovering near her sternum.

Wonyoung stares at her, at the trickling crimson down the slope of her throat. "If I found your cold body on this floor, I would've joined you."

Wonyoung hasn't looked up at the expression on Jiwon's face, only the liquid that continues to pour. "You cut me. It- It hurts."

"It hurt when you kicked me out." Planting both hands on the counter, knife handle pressed into the curve of her thumb- Wonyoung pouted, childishly.

"You left," Jiwon's shoulders tense, eyes darting to the hands caging her in. "You left on your own."

One hand leaves the counter, then the other. They settle at Jiwon's waist, at the belt loops of her jeans. Her fingers wrap around the dip of her torso as Jiwon stiffens. "You love me?"

"I- Yes."

Wonyoung's fingers creep down her abdomen, ghosting over the zipper of her pants. "Say it." The knife hits the counter, landing somewhere near Jiwon's hips.

"...I love you." Deft fingers unfasten the button.

"Say it again."

Her lips part and close. "I love you." The zipper slides down with a soft rasp, and Wonyoung's fingers hook into the waistband.

She pulls on the denim, shuffling the pants down to Jiwon's knees. "How much? What would you do for me? Tell me." Reaching past Jiwon, her grip closes around the handle of the blade.

Jiwon sucks in a gasp as Wonyoung tugs her panties down hastily, the flat of the knife pointed towards her. "I'd do- I'd do anything. Wonyoung, I just tried to kill my-" Her brows pull together.

The very edge of the hilt presses against her entrance, a breath tears from Jiwon's throat.

Wonyoung stares at the wooden handle covered in slick as she pulls away. "But you didn't." She turns it over in her hands, the pad of her thumb running along the oak.

A whimper tumbles out of Jiwon's lips when the hilt finally thrusts into her hole, the jagged tip facing Wonyoung's chest. "I just wanted to know if you'd be okay without me." She looks at her face reflecting in the metal. "I don't want to leave you. I'd never do that."

Jiwon's eyes only widen, clamping down on her tongue to keep her moans in her throat. So Wonyoung pulls out of her, leaving her clenching around air.

When no response comes, she shoves the handle back into Jiwon's pussy. This rips a moan from Jiwon's lips, her hips bucking forward. "Fuck, you slut. You like the knife?"

"Not better than your cock." Jiwon breaths.

"Of course not."

Or maybe it was her own.

She hadn't meant to notice the moving truck, nor the taped boxes perched before her neighbor's front door.

Wonyoung had been sitting in her car when she first saw her, the air conditioning blowing her hair out of her face.

The grocery bags sat in the trunk where she'd left them, glass bottles knocking softly against one another every time the car settled. The wine was the loudest offender, announcing itself with a series of delicate clinks.

The building door swung open with ease, and a blonde woman stood a step behind the door, a crease in her brows.

Behind her, the moving guy followed a half-step later, holding the edge of another box tucked against his forearm. He shifted it slightly to balance the weight, exhaling through his nose as the door slammed shut behind them.

The blonde woman spoke quickly to the man, directing where the boxes should go. He nodded without really looking at what she was pointing to, his attention snagging on her instead of the instructions.

He watched her enter the building again, almost losing his grip on the cardboard, too enamoured by the woman.

Wonyoung was curious, that was allowed.

She had initially assumed her neighbour would be another old man nearing retirement. It seemed to be a consistent pattern of residents in the building.

Briefly, she hoped the woman outside was her neighbour.

Wonyoung saw her again at the mailbox. A small stack of letters in one hand, the other still hovering near the open compartment she’d just checked. She hadn't noticed Wonyoung yet, still reading an envelope.

Wonyoung slowed as she passed, keys lightly turning between her fingers. "Your hair's pretty."

The woman froze for a fraction of a second. Then turned to face Wonyoung.

Her dark eyes widened slightly as they met Wonyoung’s, lashes casting faint shadows beneath them “Really?” she asked, almost reflexively.

Wonyoung gave a small, amused chuckle and lifted her keys, sliding one toward the lock.

Her neighbour hesitated, then let out a small breathy laugh of her own, a little uncertain. “I- Thank you. Do you live around here?” She paused, catching herself. “I mean, you do.” Her gaze flicked to the keys in Wonyoung’s hand, then back up again.

“I think we’re neighbours?” she added quickly, words picking up speed. “I thought I saw you in the lobby earlier. I didn’t want to be creepy."

Wonyoung's lips curled into a grin. She slipped the key into the lock with an unhurried motion, the metal catching softly before turning. “I don’t really see a lot of people my age around here."

The woman sorted through the stack of mail absently, Her expression barely changed as she flicked her wrist and dropped a pamphlet into the trash bin beside the mailboxes. "I noticed, yeah."

She turned back to her. “I’m Jiwon, also,” she says, a little softly. Then she adds, almost abruptly, “Do you like wine? I have a bottle in my fridge.” She juts a thumb at the building behind them.

Wonyoung’s head tilted slightly.

A smirk formed slowly. Her gaze lingered on Jiwon a second longer than necessary. "I do," and Jiwon smiles at her. "I'm Wonyoung."

Jiwon smiles at her like it's the first time she's formed that expression, bright and easy. Her lips look so soft, gloss coating the skin.

Wonyoung wondered if Jiwon would smile at her the same way if she was on her knees, her tongue lapping at the base of her cock. How sick, she had only just met the girl.

But Jiwon's mouth looked so pretty around the rim of the bottle, wine spilling down her throat. The lighting in her apartment was overwhelmingly warm, with various lamps set around the living room and dining area. The overhead light stayed off, the light switch looking untouched. Boxes sat around the floor, some opened and some not.

"It's just you?" Wonyoung takes a sip from her glass, looking at Jiwon over the edge of it.

Jiwon hands sprawl over the kitchen counters, cold marble beneath her fingertips. "Oh, yeah."

“That must be quiet,” Wonyoung says.

“It is,” Jiwon admits, glancing briefly toward the hallway where more boxes were stacked. “But I like it that way, I think."

"You like it? I take it you're not from Gangnam." Wonyoung chuckles, setting her glass down on the counter.

Jiwon shook her head immediately. “No, I grew up in Jeju.”

"Jeju?" Wonyoung repeats, brows raising.

Jiwon nods, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she leaned lightly against the kitchen counter. “Yeah."

"Why'd you bleach your hair?" She rests her chin on the flat of her palm, narrowing her eyes at Jiwon.

“Oh,” she said, a small sound of surprise slipping out. “This?" She reached up and touched a strand near her shoulder, the light catching the lighter tones more sharply than the rest of her hair. “I didn’t really bleach it on purpose, I guess,” she admitted, then paused, correcting herself gently. “I mean, I did. But it was kind of impulsive.”

Wonyoung’s expression didn’t change, her lips in a flat line, but her eyes tracked her carefully as she spoke. "Impulsive?"

Jiwon shrugged lightly, her eyes falling to her socks. "I was going through a breakup. She liked my hair."

"She?" It left Wonyoung's lips before she could catch it.

Jiwon laughs, it's a melodic noise, short chimes that resonate in Wonyoung's head. "Are you repeating every word I say?"

"I guess I am."

Jiwon tilted her head slightly, still smiling like she wasn’t entirely sure whether she was being taken seriously or not.

Wonyoung liked Jiwon, more than she thought she would.

And with that feeling, came a series of things she wanted to know about Jiwon. It bothered Wonyoung, that she didn't know more. But she couldn't fit her questions into that hour she spent in Jiwon's apartment.

The front door to her own apartment was blurry, her vision fraying at the edges. They had emptied the bottle, ran it dry with full-poured glasses that were sipped on with an eager mouth.

Wonyoung ran the shower the second she pulled her shirt off, tossing it on her bedsheets. The other pieces of fabric came off lazily, discarded on the floor.

The water hit the bathroom tiles with vigor, steam curling around the mirror. Wonyoung stood before the sink, staring at her reflection.

The stream met her skin all at once, pressing heat into her shoulders, her collarbone, the back of her neck. She didn’t move for a moment, letting it run down her, through her hair, over her face.

She wondered what Jiwon's hair smelled like, if she spent her money on shampoo and treatments to bathe in the aroma and oils. Or maybe she was simple, and bought the same bottle every time she ran out.

"Fuck." Wonyoung rasps, the tip of her length brushing just below her navel. She curls her hand around the base of it, and slowly moves. A guttural groan spills past her taut lips, her thumb brushing over the flushed head of her cock.

Wonyoung pictures herself ramming into Jiwon, her thighs slapping against her ass. A ring of pre-cum would outline her cock, thickening with each thrust. She'd push herself entirely into Jiwon, ignoring her pleas and cries.

Jiwon would take her, all of her- Wonyoung would fill her pretty cunt up so nicely. She's sure of it.

With a final stroke, her come paints the walls of the shower, dripping down the tiles. Spurts of liquid continue, landing on the floor and washed down the drain.

It was purely self-indulgent, typing her name into every social media app she owned. Wonyoung told herself it was pure curiousity, just wanting to get to know Jiwon better.

She saved every picture, every selfie and video Jiwon posted. She had a handful of friends, stories posted for her birthday- the 21st of November. She had crimson hair, and once even had pink hair.

But it didn't satiate anything in Wonyoung. It made it so much worse.

Wonyoung wouldn't know what to do with herself when she'd meet Jiwon's timid eyes again. It was impulsive, as Jiwon would call it. She had heard footsteps descending down the stairs from her living room, and saw a glimpse of a blonde head rushing down the steps as she stepped out.

Slipping on a mask and a cap, she followed Jiwon out of the parking lot and into a nearby neighbourhood.

She moved slowly along the quiet street, her pace unhurried. The sway of her hips matched the rhythm of her steps. Streetlights hummed overhead, stretching the shadows long across the pavement.

Wonyoung knew she was taller than Jiwon by a few centimeters, but she looked like she towered over her as a shadow.

She tried to stay behind, her long legs carrying her strides further than they needed to be.

They passed a few quiet blocks before Jiwon finally turned toward a small convenience store at the corner. The automatic door slid open with a soft chime, spilling fluorescent light onto the sidewalk.

Wonyoung hesitated at the window, staring at Jiwon's figure disappearing into an aisle.

What was she doing?

She didn't have a plausible answer, as humiliating as it was. She dragged her feet across the pavement, to the welcome mat in front of her door, and into the cold air of her apartment.

Four walls that caged her inside- they should have felt homely, she supposes. It was her home, and she had spent much of her hard-earned inheritance on it. Four walls that she painted, standing on a ladder to get the corners and the edges. They should have held some relevance to Wonyoung. Instead, they pressed in with a quiet insistence, as if reminding her how easily she could stay inside them and do nothing. -away from Jiwon. One wall that separated them.

Jiwon didn't leave her house much, Wonyoung came to learn. Only hearing the door shut and close once or twice everyday. Not that she was counting.

The cadence of Jiwon's voice as the door slammed shut behind her was airy and bubbly, an audible grin in every word that pushed past her plump lips. Wonyoung felt like she was going insane, listening to Jiwon through the thin walls.

Maybe she was.

She sure felt like it as Wonyoung started the engine to her car, watching Jiwon pull out of the parking lot- she hadn't been thinking. She read out the lettering of her license plate twice, then thrice. By the time they were on the highway, she had all the digits memorized.

The highway thinned into quieter roads, then into a familiar grid of residential streets where porchlights were left on.

Jiwon’s car signaled at a turn and rolled into a neighborhood with trees grown wide enough to knit the street into pockets of shadow and light.

She slowed near a modest house with a short walkway and a porch framed by a single hanging lantern.

The tires crunched gently over the cobblestone as she pulled to a stop at the curb. Opening the car door, she stepped out, left shoe on the ground first.

Wonyoung had parked her car in front of a home a little further away, still in view of the house Jiwon was walking towards. She watched her step onto the concrete, her knuckles tapping lightly at the door.

Wonyoung's fingers curled around her steering wheel as a woman steps out of the house, dark hair framing her delicate face. Leeseo- Wonyoung had seen her in a post from only a couple months ago.

Pulling out her phone from her pocket, she tapped on Instagram. Typing Jiwon's name into the search bar, her account came up, profile picture the same as last time she checked.

She refreshed the page, once. Nothing new.

Wonyoung doesn't know what possesses her to stay the 5 hours that Jiwon spends at that house, but she sat still in her car, waiting. Through her tinted windows, she's not sure if the sky is as dark as it appears.

Unlocking her phone with a swipe of her thumb, she refreshes the page. A circle around her profile picture, blending yellow and purple. She thinks better than to click on it, her index hovering over the icon.

Her eyes rake over the horizon, then back to the house. The front door swings open, Jiwon following quickly after- a smile on her face, Wonyoung likes her smile, she wants to see her front teeth peeking from behind her bottom lip.

The steps back to Jiwon's car were quick, unhurried like usual. Wonyoung almost rolls her eyes at the lack of awareness, it couldn't have been so easy.

So maybe it was Wonyoung's fault, tracing her tongue along the edge of the spoon and never closing her lips around the metal bowl. But she'd never had to beckon the spoon towards her mouth. It was usually already between her lips, waiting.

And maybe it was simply the hunger that led her to slamming her car door once both of their cars were in the apartment parking lot, engines running. Wonyoung pushed her feet toward Jiwon, her hand curled into her chest before reaching the building door.

Jiwon doesn't struggle with Wonyoung's hand clamped over her mouth, her glimmering eyes widen above her fingers, staring at the visor shielding Wonyoung's face. "Stay quiet and this will be so much easier." She mumbles into the crown of Jiwon's hair, pressing her erection into her thighs.

Jiwon lets out a string of incoherent mumbles, her warm and shallow breath spilling into the cracks of Wonyoung's palm. Wonyoung slowly guides her towards the back of the apartment building, Jiwon's muffled pleas a sweet melody in her ears.

"What are you- Oh, god. No-" Her shoulders hit the cold concrete with a thud, her bag slipping down her sleeve. Tears start to stream down her face, wetting her lashes. "Who are you? I just- I just wanna go home." Wonyoung releases her mouth, stepping back once.

Wonyoung expects Jiwon to run, or crumble onto the wall. Her shoulders only back further into the wall, her heels pressing into the crown moulding. She reaches for her cap, peeling it off her forehead. "Wonyoung?"

It brings a smile to her face, how quickly she recognizes the features of her face. They'd only just met and she already had the shape of her eyes memorized? "Jiwon." Wonyoung takes a step forward, filling the gap between them.

"No- No. What are you doing?"

"Why'd you go to Leeseo's?"

Jiwon's lips part, then close again. "How- How do you know her name? Did you fucking follow me? Wonyoung- What the fuck-" She clutches her bag, the strap still only half on her shoulder.

Wonyoung only leans in further, reaching for a strand of blonde hair. "No, of course not." She tugs on it lightly, watching Jiwon's brows pull together.

Heartbeat hammering behind her ribs, Jiwon swallows, the curve of her neck bare and smooth. "You're lying! How would you know- This isn't funny."

Why hadn't Jiwon ran away? Wonyoung hadn't threatened to hurt her, had no sign of a weapon. She hadn't expected this to be so easy. Maybe Jiwon was just weak.

"Why would it be a joke?" Wonyoung grabs her trembling chin, hoping to soothe it with her index and thumb. "You look pretty with red hair."

"What?" Comes Jiwon's shaky voice.

Wonyoung hums almost absently. "I could help you dye it." Her thumb rubs over the space beneath her lips, nail brushing over the skin of her lips.

"No. I'm not gonna- I won't go near you. This is crazy-" Jiwon shook her head, still pressing herself into the wall. Wonyoung raised her brows at the protest, leaning in till her their noses were touching.

"You will, that's all you'll want to do. Be with me." Wonyoung's eyes flickered down to her lips, then back to her dilated pupils.

Jiwon's chest tightened, the cold air prickling over her exposed skin. "You're fucking crazy." A tear cascaded down the side of her nose, and Wonyoung watched it fall to her cupid's bow, catching in her parted lips.

The spoon was ghosting over her lips now, and Wonyoung was so close to being fed.

She began to unbutton her jeans, the fabric straining and stretching over her hard length. "Crazy? No." She chuckled, like she was amused by the thought of it.

Jiwon stared down at the zipper of her jeans sliding down the denim, her shoulders trembling. She watched Wonyoung's hand dip below the waistband, bringing her cock out of her pants. She stroked herself lazily, pumping her fist over the shaft. "You're everything, Jiwon. You're all there is, to me. Can't you see that?"

Shoving Jiwon down to the ground, planting her hands on the pads of her shoulders, she was light and fragile. Her ass hit the ground, pushed back onto the heels of her palm. Jiwon was frozen, her head bowed at the floor.

"Suck. Come on." Jiwon stayed still, droplets of her tears splattering on the concrete. "Jiwon."

"No- Wonyoung." She sobbed, her shaking hands curling into small fists. "I- Stop."

Wonyoung just had to guide her, a little push. She grabs her face, jerking it forward. "I said suck."

Shifting onto her knees, Jiwon stared at the pulsing head of her cock. Her hands slowly wrapped around the girth of it, her mouth opening just wide enough for Wonyoung to enter.

Her cock twitched, an angry red tainting the flesh. She ached to thrust forward, to bury herself down Jiwon's throat.

Jiwon’s tongue was a delicate, swirling pressure, teasing the slit with a rhythmic precision that made Wonyoung’s hips twitch upward instinctively. Wonyoung groaned lowly.

Easing further into Jiwon's mouth, she watched Jiwon's teary eyes blink rapidly as she tried to comfortably take the length of it.

Wonyoung thrusts forward, bottoming out inside of Jiwon's hot mouth. Lost in the pleasure, she pushes in and out of her mouth, rutting. Jiwon starts to spit and gurgle around her dick, saliva dripping down her chin and landing on the ground. Jiwon can't take all of it, the tip of it hitting the roof of her mouth. She tries to pull away, head jerking away.

Wonyoung grabs a hold onto the base of her hair, fucking her mouth with a relentless pace that seems to never slow. The entirety of it hitting her throat each time she slid in, Jiwon tried so hard to keep sucking. Her cheeks hollowed out and her lips swollen around it, Wonyoung thought she looked so pretty.

"Gonna come in your mouth- fuck. Fuck, oh-" Wonyoung's pace finally slowed, but not for Jiwon's wet face, babbling around her cock and begging for her stop, reaching Wonyoung's ears but she never relented.

With a stuttering groan, Wonyoung tugged her head forward. Jiwon desperately tried to grab her attention, her fingers tapping on her shoe. Wonyoung's load, warm and salty, spilled down the underside of her tongue, filling her mouth and down her throat.

Wonyoung didn't know why, she didn't like prying on her students. But this was different, she found herself becoming quite fond of Jiwon. She would stay behind at lunch, sketching something in her notebook. She'd only caught glimpses, locks of hair and shading.

She'd find Jiwon staring at her as she bent over another student, whispering directions. She would raise a brow at her, and watch Jiwon's cheeks grow faintly red. It was endearing, truthfully.

Wonyoung had first noticed Jiwon last year- when she'd seen the toes of her Mary Janes against the bathroom tiles, retching into the toilet with her hands gripping onto the lid.

Wonyoung stared at the soles of her shoes in the bathroom mirror, the stall door doing a poor job of hiding her inconvenience. Wonyoung had only meant to be in there for a couple seconds, to check for smoke wafting through the air or vandalism.

The latch clicked open, the girl stood there with red eyes and puffy lips. Jiwon wiped her mouth with her blazer sleeve. "Are you okay?" Wonyoung found herself asking before she could stop it. Jiwon glanced up at her with wide eyes, stepping hesitantly into the small space before the sink.

It felt almost invasive, to catch her in a moment as such.

She sniffed as she lathered her hands with soap beneath the running water. "Yeah." Wonyoung stared down at her hands, at the chipped nail polish and the scratches on her palms. "I'm just- Nervous. Sorry, Miss Jang." She flicked her hands in the air, and hurriedly pushed her legs towards the door. Wonyoung watched her plaits sway wildly as she disappeared into the hallway.

Jiwon's name then appeared on the roster for her Literary Studies class. She would lean back in her chair near the wall, tugging a hand through strands of hair.

Wonyoung looked perfectly still behind her desk, fingers curled around her pen that hasn't bled ink onto anything in hours. She had a stack of assignments waiting, and an unmade cup of coffee in the teachers lounge calling her name.

She indulged in careful glimpses at Jiwon, and sometimes their eyes would meet. Jiwon didn't last long, her eyes slowly trailing away and somewhere distant.

Wonyoung liked seeing the rush of blood in her pale cheeks, her eyes crinkling.

Jiwon wasn't perfect, she was far from it. But she could've fooled Wonyoung- the sun's rays filtered through the blinds landing on strands of her blonde hair. Her shoulder tipped toward Naoi Rei with a wide grin plastered onto her mouth.

Rei was failing her class. Wonyoung marked every paper of hers with a single letter. A bold F in the top left corner.

Always leaning into Jiwon's space, whispering something that dissolved into muffled laughter. Always tapping her shoe against the floor in an uneven rhythm, passing folded notes, finding reasons to interrupt the lesson with questions that somehow wandered off-topic.

Rei was a bad influence on her, Wonyoung decided. She could change the seating plan, separate them to opposite sides of the classroom. But Jiwon would stop smiling sheepishly.

It was selfish. She was sacrificing her education for her own pleasure.

The bell shrieks through the classroom, and chairs scraped back in an ugly chorus. "Assignments are due on Friday. Don't forget." Wonyoung calls out, watching her students clamber out the door.

Wonyoung's eyes trail over the sea, before landing on Jiwon, her hands rummaging through her bag. "What are you looking for?" Rei looks over her shoulder, her eyes narrowing.

"My sketchbook, go ahead." Jiwon mumbles, dipping her head to look at a pocket.

"You're not coming?"

Wonyoung taps a stack of papers on the desk, straightening out the arrangement. "No. She's not." She responds for Jiwon, though not meeting either of the girls stares. "I need to keep her for a moment." Only then did she lift her gaze, meeting Jiwon's slightly pursed lips. There was confusion, but no protest.

Rei begrudgingly steps out of the classroom without a glance at Jiwon's apologetic smile. The classroom door swung behind with her a click.

"Miss Jang?" She breaks the silence, her voice quiet.

Wonyoung rested both palms on the desk, her tongue poking her cheek. "Have you begun your assignment?"

"No..."

Wonyoung hums in response, fastening the stack of papers together with a paper clip. Her ring glints under her lamp.

Jiwon shifts her weight from one leg to another, swaying slightly on her feet. "I'm sorry, Miss Jang. I will when I get-"

"Is Rei distracting you?" Jiwon blinks up at her.

"Rei?" She repeats the name. Wonyoung only nods slowly. Jiwon looked down at the strap of her bag, thumb tracing the worn stitching. "She makes class... less dreadful." She admits with little hesitation.

Wonyoung watches her, a blank expression on her face. "I'm not here to entertain you, Jiwon."

Jiwon nods silently, a flicker of embarrassment crossing her features. "You don't like Rei, do you?"

Wonyoung hadn't disliked a student, she cared far too little. Rei was only a small obstacle, that could be moved. If only Jiwon knew what was really good for her. "I don't like her influence on you, that's all." She folds her arms loosely across her chest.

Wonyoung won't ever get used to the silence in her classroom, the ticking wall clock louder than either of them. "No. I think there's something else." Jiwon's voice is barely above a whisper.

Wonyoung's fingers stilled where they rested against the edge of her desk. "Jiwon, I believe Rei is waiting for you."

Jiwon scoffs, a huff of air. "What? You just told me-"

"Go."

Jiwon turns in her chair, reaching for her bag and slinging it over her shoulder hastily. She glares at Wonyoung, her eyes shimmering under the cold light.

She stands up and makes the small steps to the classroom door a slow motion. When nothing comes from Wonyoung, Jiwon pauses in the doorway, flicking a teardrop from her cheek.

It was crude, Wonyoung knew that. She had let her leave, crying and shaking. But it was Wonyoung who made her cry- made her look back for something, anything.

And her cheeks were a pretty crimson.

On Monday, Wonyoung kissed her wife on the cheek before leaving the house, a tight smile on her face.

Situated at her desk, the only disturbance was the scratching of her pen.

The classroom abruptly lost its peaceful silence as students sat in their chairs at a dreadfully slow pace.

Wonyoung stayed at her desk for the whole morning.

She crossed the hall once, fingers curling briefly around the paper cup from the teachers’ lounge machine she disliked. It was always sluggish, always unresponsive, as if even it needed time to decide whether it wanted to function properly. She had pressed the buttons harder than necessary more than once, watched it ignore her completely before finally conceding a lukewarm stream.

She desired consistency, even in mindless machines.

Returning to her classroom, the noise had thickened into something habitual- pencils scribbling, quiet laughter, worksheets rustling.

Steam curled into the air, coffee hot on her tongue. Wonyoung leaned forward in her chair, crossing her legs. Her gaze swept across the room, careful not to land on blonde hair.

"Turn in your assignments at my desk." Wonyoung raises her voice, staring at the wide eyes of students above her cup. It's almost comical, she had even given them a forewarning.

A line of students begin to form in front of her. Papers pile upon her desk, some crumpled and some perfectly straight.

Finally, she spots a pair of Mary Janes beneath her desk. Her eyes lift to Jiwon.

Jiwon's eyes were planted on her paper, a glint of defiance in her dark eyes.

Jiwon’s throat bobbed. Then she turned around, quickly making her way to her seat. How stubborn, Wonyoung thought.

And how pathetic Wonyoung was. She had switched to a private school in hopes to regain her lost passion for education.

Private school meant structure, control, rigid lines to follow. And yet, she was losing herself. She was losing herself in someone with none of what she wanted.

Jiwon was held without any structure, she had no control of herself. She followed lines she made. Wonyoung despised it.

Wonyoung exhaled through her nose, quiet enough that no one would notice it as anything other than breathing.

Once the bell rang, Wonyoung watched Jiwon pack her bag through her peripheral. And watched her leave as she flipped through the assignments turned in.

Skimming through the names, she found Kim Jiwon. Reading through every sentence, the loops in her letters, the evident trembling fingers in her handwriting.

She traced the faint imprint left behind by Jiwon's pencil, the tip pressed so deeply into the page they had scarred the sheet beneath.

Yet Jiwon failed, she had managed to answer every question wrong except one.

How disappointing.

Wonyoung had filled her cup of coffee twice by the time her last class left.

She never stuck around the teacher's lounge, she didn't like her colleagues. She found them bleak.

The sun no longer hung over the sky and hid beneath the tree lines, the clouds casting little light over her classroom. Wonyoung had stuck her head in a pile of assignments, with the occasional response to an email.

Two raps on her door made her look up from her computer. "Come in." She called, and some part of her- that she hoped wasn't as big as it felt- wanted it to be a head of blonde hair and dimples. The knob turned, and the door creaked open.

Wonyoung's eyes fell down to her screen again, her fingers hovering over her keyboard.

The student shuffled her feet forward, hands tucked behind her back. "Hi." Came Jiwon's quiet voice. "Miss Jang." She quickly adds.

Wonyoung nodded at the desk in front of her, watching her move towards the chair. "You failed the assignment." She glances at the stark white sheets scribbled across.

Jiwon nods, now sat on top of the desk before her. Her legs swung back and forth, sometimes kicking the back of her shoe.

"Why are you taking my class, Jiwon?" Wonyoung gets up from her chair. She circles around her desk till she is standing inches away from Jiwon, then leans against the wooden edge. Jiwon smells like fresh linen.

Her brows scrunch together. "I like writing." Her legs stop swinging, the tip of her shoe curling around the desk legs.

"You're lazy." Wonyoung pushes off the desk. "That's your problem, Jiwon. My class doesn't matter to you."

Jiwon shakes her head eagerly, her lips parting. She's about to babble something- when Wonyoung presses a pale finger to her lips. The ring on Wonyoung's annulary scratches the underside of her chin. Jiwon doesn't look down at her hand, she doesn't wanna see the band.

Jiwon wonders if Wonyoung goes home to her wife, and cooks dinner and holds her hand. How old was her wife? She assumed she was younger. Small and ugly, she wonders if Wonyoung ever wishes her finger was bare.

"How do I make you pay attention, huh?" Wonyoung whispers, leaning in. Her breath fans over the shell of her ear, her finger slowly retreating back into a fist.

Instead of the warmth of her hand disappearing, Wonyoung brushes her thumb over Jiwon's top lip. She smears her lip gloss over her cupid's bow, and releases Jiwon. "Do I have to touch you, Jiwon?"

Jiwon is so still, every part of her is frozen in place.

The same hand that caressed her face lays flat over her collarbones, her fingers splaying over the soft skin and the curve of her bone. "Answer me."

"No. No, I'll pay attention." Jiwon's eyes follow Wonyoung like a lost animal, clinging to every movement.

Wonyoung's hands trail downwards, to the folded collar of her shirt. They move further, to the patterned tie. Her fingers hook into the knot, tugging on the fabric slowly.

The tie hangs loosely around her neck, and Wonyoung starts to undo the first button of her blazer "Miss Jang-"

"Don't speak." Wonyoung undoes another button.

Jiwon doesn't like the way warmth pools in her chest, and quickens her pulse. "What if someone sees this?" She stammers.

"I told you to be quiet."

She steps around the desk, her chest pressing into Jiwon's shoulder. Wonyoung gathers her hair into a loose hold, sweeping it over her back. "You're so pretty when your mouth isn't open."

Blood rushes over Jiwon's face, rising over her cheeks and neck. Wonyoung is in front of her again, half-lidded eyes raking over her features and body.

"I like this version of you, quiet and obedient. I want this. I like this, Jiwon. Do you understand?" Her fingers brush over the hem of her blazer.

"Yes." Jiwon sits back on the heels of her palm. Her heartbeat is so loud, it pulses in her ears.

Wonyoung's lips unfurl into a grin. She pulls the blazer off her shoulders and tosses it onto the floor. "I don't wanna see you fail another assignment after this."

Jiwon's brain felt hazy, she couldn't think straight looking at her teacher. She hadn't meant to fail the assignment, albeit she knew she was going to flunk it. She had spilled tears onto where she pressed her pencil, hoping it left a clear stain for Miss Jang to see.

So Jiwon sat still, like a porcelain doll and hoped Wonyoung was satisfied with the dreary expression on her face soon enough. But she only seemed to chuckle at her discomfort, at her trembling thighs and her lips pulled into a frown.

Wonyoung was her teacher. Someone could see them through the window, and Jiwon would be expelled.

Jiwon didn't move. She should have. She should have pushed Wonyoung away and told her this was inappropriate. It was; it was terribly wrong.

Wonyoung's fingers were on her abdomen, she couldn't see the outline of her hand through the sheer white fabric of her button-up. Her hand rose higher, till her thumb brushed the curve of her breasts.

Jiwon's tongue suddenly felt unbelievably dry in her mouth. Her tongue brushed along her front teeth as the cold pad of Wonyoung's thumb pressed against her nipple. She clamped her jaw closed, grinding on her molars.

Wonyoung cupped her breast in her hand, leaning into Jiwon's ear. "You're my favourite student, Jiwon." She mutters under her breath, her words brushing over Jiwon's earlobe.

"A-Am I?"

Wonyoung chuckles lowly, the sound vibrates in Jiwon's head. "You can't tell?"

Jiwon presses her thighs together, her voice smaller than she'd like. "You reprimand me often..."

The buttons of her shirt begin to pop open, each one unfastened with experienced precision. "Because you don't listen. And that makes me mad."

Wonyoung's nails brush against her thighs as she gets the last button. "Take this off." She whispers, and her hands snake around to the back of her skirt. The metal teeth seperate as Wonyoung pulls the zipper and the fabric loosens around her waist.

Jiwon doesn't register the words in her head at first, doesn't realize the words are for her. She scrambles to shrug the fabric off her shoulders. "So beautiful." She hears Wonyoung murmur, before a hand is slipped down her skirt.

Jiwon's thighs clench together around Wonyoung's arm, protesting silently. Her fingers dip below the hem of Jiwon's panties, and presses her thumb to the growing wet patch. "This for me?"

She circles her thumb around the fabric, the smile on her face growing as Jiwon's thighs fluttered around her.

"Miss- Miss Jang." Her knuckles curl around the edge of the desk, becoming pale white. Her breathing becomes difficult, an evident rise and fall in her shoulders. She looks up at Wonyoung, a familiar sting building behind her lids.

Heat built beneath her skin, searing hot and unwelcome. It pooled between her legs, all for Wonyoung. It was shameful, really.

Wonyoung sighs into her ear, and her index pushes into her underwear, and into her wet core.

Jiwon gasps sharply at the sudden intrusion, her mouth agape. A series of small noises leave her lips, embarrassing whimpers.

Wonyoung's finger curls inside of her, then adds another. They pump in and out of her slick cunt, starting slowly and gently at first. But with each of Jiwon's strangled moans, she quickens her pace. Jiwon tilts her head back, squeezing her eyes shut.

The pressure is delectable, and Jiwon feels so warm, heat runs along her skin, up her knees and thighs.

Lewd sounds fill the otherwise quiet classroom, as Wonyoung's fingers keep a consistent pace inside of Jiwon. "My fingers fit so well inside you, you feel that?" She coos, hooking her knuckles.

Jiwon nods, her front teeth tugging on her lip to keep her quiet. "No, I wanna hear you, sweetheart." Wonyoung adds another finger. Three fingers stretch her out, filling her soaking cunt so well.

Jiwon can't help but jerk against Wonyoung, her body trembling violently. The sensation is too much, and the air feels sticky and wet. Her forehead falls onto Wonyoung's shoulder, tears begin to spill down her face. "Miss Jang." She whimpers again, her voice muffled by Wonyoung's shirt.

Wonyoung feels her orgasm coming, her whimpers becoming more apparent. And Jiwon's pussy clenches around her fingers like a vice, soaking her digits in slick.

It makes Wonyoung painfully hard, her cock straining in the denim constricting them. But she wants to take it slow, to show Jiwon what she does to her would be overwhelming. Pre-cum staining her boxers and the tip twitching, Jiwon wouldn't know what to do with it. So that would be another lesson, Wonyoung decides.

"You gonna come? You gonna come all over my fingers?" Jiwon nods, the fingers continuing to pump in and out of her doing little to soothe the ache that forms. She'd never been so filled to the brim, stretched out. She'd only ever felt the warmth of her own fingers, and she wasn't skilled at all.

"Miss Jang, I'm gonna-" Her cunt gushes all over Wonyoung's manicured nails, and they continue their relentless stuffing. Jiwon's hips stutter, rutting helplessly against Wonyoung's hand.

Wonyoung wrenches her fingers out of Jiwon, stepping away. She glanced down at the desk, the space between Jiwon's thighs. "How dirty." She tilts her head, her expression expectant.

Jiwon furrows her brows, still fucked out. She follows Wonyoung's gaze, looking down at her slick covering the wooden surface. "I- Sorry." She closes her thighs, tugging the fabric of her skirt over her sopping underwear.

"Jiwon. Do you not clean the messes you make at home?" Wonyoung tuts, her eyes narrowed.

"What?-"

"Lick it up. I don't wanna see a drop left." She taps the desk with the fingers that were inside Jiwon, then watches her.

Tears sting at her waterline, her lower lashes clumping together. Her cheeks burn with humiliation, but she complies.

Jiwon scoots to the edge of the desk and slides off, her skirt bunching up. She bends over the wood, and dips her head forward.

Her tongue flicks out over the mess, and begins to lick a long flat line. Droplets of salty tears fall down her chin, quiet sobs leaving her occupied mouth.

Her hands grip the sides of the desk, supporting her bent over figure. She laps at the remaining slick, tasting herself on her tongue as she finishes.