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And Jiwon tasted like forgiveness, sweet and heady. Who could blame Wonyoung for taking what she deserves? Jiwon would never look at Wonyoung again with those bright eyes- when she woke up groggily and realized Wonyoung was on top of her. The least she could do for Wonyoung was let her while she slept soundly.

So she leans in again, her fangs breaking layers of soft skin. She's interrupted seconds after. Wonyoung feels a hand on her shoulder, the fingers trembling against her.

"Wonyoung?" Jiwon mumbles, her eyes fluttering open. Her hand slowly pulls away from Wonyoung and to her neck. She looks down at her blood-stained palm, her eyes wide.

"Did you-?"

Wonyoung looks at her, and a smile spreads across her face. She can't help but display the mess she made of herself. Blood on her teeth and her swollen lips. She just loved Jiwon so much; she wanted to devour her, to be full of her.

Jiwon scrambles up on her knees, shaky breaths falling from her lips. "Get away. Get-" Wonyoung presses her thumb to her top lip, fresh crimson stuck under her nails. She nudges Jiwon's mouth open and waits for Jiwon's lips to close over her digit.

"Suck." Jiwon doesn't know why she listens. She doesn't know why she doesn't pull away or try to leave. She doesn't know why her tongue laps at her own blood.

"There you go," Wonyoung coos, warmth pools in her chest. Watching Jiwon taste herself, maybe she'll realize why Wonyoung had to do this. "Don't you taste so good?"

She tries to shake her head, her stomach twisting into a knot. Jiwon pulls away from her thumb, saliva coating her finger. Wonyoung watches her push herself into the headboard, her shoulders rising and falling. "Just go away, Wonyoung." She hiccups, legs shaking.

Wonyoung only chuckles, a low sound in her throat. "Don't be scared."

"God, just... Just take what you need." Jiwon pleads, tears brimming at her pretty eyes. Wonyoung knew she didn't mean that. She only wanted Wonyoung to be done, she didn't really want Wonyoung to consume more of her. She was so helpless; a pathetic, crying, helpless mess.

Wonyoung was kind enough to give her that. She lunged forward, cupping Jiwon's jaw with bloody hands. "It'll be over soon, I promise."

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.