Couples could finally do PDA and have people cooing at them in either cuteness or jealousy, but never disgust because PDA was allowed on Valentine’s Day.
People could finally have an excuse to do something special for someone, like making a grand romantic gesture or even proposing. It was supposed to be that way, right?
I was going to have a corny day together with my girlfriend of three years, Sooyoung. Every single detail all the way from the restaurant to the hotel room had been thought out by me, because – not only am I romantic – I always like to be prepared. Not to sound cocky or to flatter myself, but the plan was so good even I was impressed with it. Except not everything went to plan.
My lover decided to break up with me one month before the awaited day. One month before Valentine’s Day! Only two weeks into the new year! She had “grown out of love” as she’d said. Guess one of her New Year’s resolutions was to break up with me.
My parents had met her and accepted her — which said a lot, since they’ve always had high standards and never liked any of my previous lovers — so it was safe to say that I felt lost.
For two weeks I’d avoided contact with my family, so I wouldn’t have to tell them the news yet because I was embarrassed, I was single right in time for the day of love. The only person who knew, other than me and Sooyoung, was my best friend Soojin.
Since the moment I told her, she made it her daily routine to come to my place with open arms and a warm embrace. I never cried in front of anyone but her. It isn’t weak to shed tears, in fact shedding tears takes a lot of strength, I simply don’t feel comfortable showing myself vulnerable to others, and especially not after being hurt by someone I trusted.
With Soojin, it was different, however. We’ve known each other for so many years and we know most of each other’s secrets already. I know that when I cry in front of her it’s without being judged and she knows the same goes for her.
One day when she, like normally, went to my place, her smile was abnormal. It was fake. I knew it was fake. After all these years of knowing her, I could distinguish her fake smiles from her true ones faster than Soyeon can rap.
Being the caring best friend I am, I asked her what had happened. At that, she broke down and let go of the fooling smile; she can never lie to me for more than a few seconds. Her girlfriend, Naeun, had broken up with her. Honestly speaking, it was understandable why she wanted to break up with Soojin: 1. She spent too much time with me 2. She never told her about her thoughts or what bothered her 3. She didn’t treat Naeun like the queen everyone knows she is.
Soojin was mature and didn’t beg her for a second chance because she knew Naeun deserved someone better; someone who not only knew she deserved to be treated like a queen but treated her like one. But no matter how mature she was, it didn’t make the pain smaller on her part. She was disappointed in herself for ever being in a relationship where she didn’t treat her lover right.
And so it was my turn to comfort her. For a couple of days, I had opened arms and a warm embrace for her to find comfort in until she had calmed down.
Impulsively, we went to a tattoo shop and got her a tattoo. It wasn’t the I’m-heartbroken-and-need-a-tattoo-to-look-good tattoo, it was the I-need-some-inspiration-in-this-dark-place tattoo. After brainstorming for a long ten minutes, she got the best idea. “Don’t hide me,” in italics right under her collarbone, above her heart to remind herself to not hide her feelings.
She had been in great pain for the quarter of time it took to do the tattoo, but she didn’t seem to mind… Judging by the way she was biting her lower lip, she was holding in a pained whine, seemingly trying to impress me by handling the pain. When the torture finally had come to an end, the final product made her smile truly – although that part of her body had to be covered with plastic and some tape whenever she so much as wanted to shower.
A week away from Valentine’s Day, me and Soojin made a pact; the kind of pact we never would have planned to have with each other. During the holiday we’d do all the cheesy things we had planned to do to our now-ex-lovers – but the most crucial parts was that A) the other person wouldn’t judge and B) next day all of it would be forgotten. Wow. We had grown so dependent on each other’s care that we made the kind of pact we never would have planned to have with each other…
It was probably stupid to do such a thing with a best friend of so many years, but it was also the ‘healthiest’ thing to do for us two. Although I, at this point, had convinced Soojin that I was over Sooyoung, I still hadn’t convinced myself. And the same went for Soojin; she had convinced me she was over Naeun, but not herself.
My plan for Valentine’s Day was sublime and if I didn’t go through with it, I would regret it — and, damn, I couldn’t wait a whole year for the next opportunity (if I even would get the opportunity)!
And that explains this. Us standing. A week later. On a romantic rooftop. Dressed nicely. Smiling awkwardly at each other. On Valentine’s Day.
“Since you’re my girlfriend tonight, let’s go down to the room I rented, shall we?”
“This feels weird,” she giggled lightly.
“Play along!” I held out my hand for her to hold and flashed her a smile. She reciprocated my smile and took my hand, following my lead down the stairs to our hotel room; the room I had originally booked for me and Sooyoung.
Our hands were sweating. It wasn’t the first time we held hands, but it was the first time we ever did something like this together; something normal best friends don’t do. The affection we’ve displayed to each other throughout the years had been mostly words and hugs and sometimes cuddles. But now…we were going to show affection in ways we’ve only done to lovers.
Tall wooden door (yes, I paid extra for a fancy room); arrival. Sighs of relief. Her sigh was louder than mine; she was more nervous than me. Why?
I held out the black card key in front of the sensor above the golden knob but retracted it before the door unlocked.
“If you want to turn back, now is the time to do so. I don’t want to go through with this if you don’t want to,” I said and looked at her.
Her eyes told me that it was OK, but I needed her consent to be sure she was OK.
“I want to do this, don’t worry,” she smiled a little as her heart pounded.
Without breaking eye contact, I put the card in front of the sensor again and waited a few microseconds for it to unlock. I turned the knob and opened the door to the pact. “After you,” I gestured her to enter the room.
“Why thank you,” she blushed and hurried inside so I wouldn’t catch a glimpse of her flustered state. But I did. And I smiled when I saw it.
The room was big and open. Simple, but just perfect. Knowing me and my cheesy nature, Soojin had expected perhaps some rose petals on the bed or a few scented candles by the bed but, to her surprise, she saw none of that. I pushed her down onto the soft bed with silk sheets, distracting her for the real surprise, and sat beside her.
“Before we do anything, we need safe words.”
“Safe words?” she inquired and raised a brow unknowingly.
“A word to say in case anyone goes overboard or passes the limits,” I explained shortly.
“Alright, mine is apple.”
“Why apple though?” I giggled at her randomness.
“I ate an apple today.” (It was true, she’d had a green apple because she once read that green apples make your breath smell better.)
“If you’re going for a fruit I am too. My safe word is peach.”
“Why peach?” she raised her brow at me stealing her fruit idea.
“Your peach looks really good in those pants, so it was the first thing I thought of,” I replied and laughed at her flustered self.
She knew she had a plump peach. It was just embarrassing hearing it from me since I, as her best friend, am supposed to not acknowledge how incredibly pretty she is – and especially when it comes to body parts such as peaches!
I put my hand on her thigh to get her attention away from the embarrassment. “Tonight, I’m not your best friend anymore, Princess,” I said with a newfound tone that sent shivers down Soojin’s spine.
I neared her and whispered in her ear, “Tonight, I’m your Mami.”
She gulped. I had always been a dominant person in everything I did, so she expected nothing less than that in bed — but the foreign titles took her by surprise. But it only made sense for me to use titles in bed because I was classy like that.
“What’s your safe word?” I asked to make sure she knows she can use it whenever she wants to. After all I didn’t know what was out of her comfort-zone.
“Apple.”
“If you feel uncomfortable you know you need to say that word, understood?”
“Yes, Mami,” she answered, a blush creeping up her neck to her cheeks.
With her green light I continued, “Good girl.”
At the praise, her cheeks matched the floating rose petals. I loved how responsive she was already. Before tonight I wasn’t sure what kind of partner she would be but finding out what she likes step by step excites me – more than I thought finding out my best friend’s kinks would excite me. I want to know everything. What turns her on, what makes her scream, what makes her cry; everything.
“My best friend’s into praise, hm. Who would have thought?” I teased and squeezed her thigh lightly.
“I’m not your best friend anymore, Mami. I’m ‘Princess’, right?” I looked into her eyes and saw something I’d never seen in them before. Was it lust? Was it something else? How could I be sure of what it was if I hadn’t seen her like this before?
“Indeed, you are, Princess,” I smiled, slowly feeling my hand up her thick, muscular thigh. She followed my hand’s path up her dress with her gaze and bit her lip like back in the tattoo shop. Was she holding in a moan, perhaps? When my hand was at the top, soon on her V-line, I heard how her breathing grew louder and more unsteady. She seemed to enjoy her thighs being touched.
I noticed how she put one of her legs over the other nervously, and smirked. To tease her, I let go of her thigh and walked up to the door to the bathroom. She tensed. Maybe she wanted me to touch her some more?
“After you, Princess,” I said and opened the door to the bathroom for her. Once again that stereotype-breaking gesture had her blushing ferociously.
She went into the new room, not expecting much waiting for her. But the sight she was met by was nowhere near what she expected, yet it didn’t shock her one bit. A large bathtub filled with atypical pink water and typical red rose petals floating on the surface. She chuckled, “As expected, my best friend is a cheesy person.”
“I’m not your best friend anymore, Princess. I’m your Mami, right?” I asked with a confident smirk.
“Y-Yes,” she stuttered and turned away from me so she could avoid my powerful gaze.
“Yes what?” I pushed a little to see how comfortable she was with the title.
“Yes, I’m Mami’s Princess,” she said under her breath.
I went up behind her and wrapped my arms around her torso, feeling the expensive fabric under my fingertips. “Want to take this off for me?”
“Y-Yes, Mami.”
I smiled, “Then give me a little show.” She gulped as I sat down on the edge of the tub to get a full view of her. With adrenaline coursing through her body, she let one strap fall off her shoulder teasingly. Then the other. Followed by the dress rolling off her body and planting on the floor. As soon as her skin was touched by the air, goosebumps formed, and she flexed her abs. She sure had worked hard to get to flex her muscles like this.
Biting my lip, I pointed at her bra, “Take that off too.” The way I bit my lip made her feel confident. I didn’t bite my lip to prevent honest sounds from falling out like Soojin had done, I bit my lip to prevent myself from ripping the rest of her clothes off. She unhooked the bra and let it slip down her arms and to the floor, next to her forgotten dress, showing her beautiful, plump boobs and chocolate brown nipples. Now, in front of me, was she standing in nothing but a pair of panties that were fitting all too tight due to that thick peach. She was gulping under my gaze, waiting for me to instruct her on what to do.
“Show me your princess part, Princess.” Blushing at the euphemism, she put her fingers under the waistband and pulled her panties down. She was fit and attractive. Each muscle on her body was visible, and she even took a breath in to bring her boobs up higher. “You’re so pretty, Princess,” I praised and watched a small smile break out on her face.
She walked to me with her head down and stood with her figure towering my sitting posture. “Do you want me to touch you, Princess?”
“Yes, please.” At that, I put a finger in the middle of her chest and traced it down her abs and slowly down to her slit. Damn, had I made her that wet already. She bit her lip again to stop any embarrassing noises from escaping; she wanted to impress me by being good. But I didn’t want to give her too much pleasure yet.
“Let’s get wet now, shall we? I didn’t fill this tub for aesthetics…” She laughed lightly, feeling more at ease at the small joke I made. Listening, she slowly set foot into the tub and tried not to spill so much as a drop of the water. It took her a good half minute to fully settle down — but that was good, because it gave me plenty of time to prepare additional surprises for her.
When she averted her attention from the pink water and back to me, she was met by an astonishing, breathtaking, life-changing sight. Me. In lingerie. With a red silk blindfold in hand. This specific lace lingerie was Sooyoung’s favorite, so I naturally chose to wear it now – in red to match the theme of the holiday. I felt the most comfortable in it. In this color. In this fabric. Everything made me feel sexy. But the memories of what me and she had done while I was in it brought back a gloominess.
Soojin didn’t know how to react. Did I pick the color red because it was the traditional color of Valentine’s Day or because I knew it was her favorite color? For some odd and unknown reason, she hoped for the latter one.
“You look so pretty like this, Princess, but I think you’d look even better in this,” I winked and held up the red blindfold. She shuddered. The little piece of fabric was something different. Never had she ever used one in the bedroom — only in fun games with friends, where you had to trust your teammates. Now, however, she was going to put her trust in me.
“What’s your safe word?”
“Apple,” she answered, “I trust you. You don’t need to ask me about it all the time, I’ll tell if you need to stop.”
“But we’ve never done this before so I’m scared of it going wrong,” I admitted.
“I trust you. Trust me too, Mami.”
“As you wish, Princess,” I replied.
Once again, I sat down on the edge of the bathtub. I lowered the love blindfold to her face, holding it right above. She was looking at me with those big, curious eyes, filled with anticipation for what was going to happen. How long I was staying still was quickening her heartbeat; she knew I wanted her to be verbal.
“Please,” she said, feeling slightly impatient; her heart would jump out her chest any second now. Smiling, I finally put the blindfold on her and tightened it behind her head, making sure it wasn’t too tight since I didn’t want to ruin her beautiful hair or innocence too much. Oh wait, scratch the last one. I petted her hair, which was equally smooth as the silk around her head. “Does it hurt, Princess?” I asked, referring to the blindfold.
“No, Mami.” The silk was smooth against her skin and, although all she could see was darkness, it was magical; all the other senses were heightened. She could hear me breathing and even imagine what I was thinking whilst I was touching her this gently. Maybe I was thinking of how much I loved her as a best friend. Maybe I was thinking of how I’d ruin her. Maybe I was thinking of what to do next.
Slowly I proceeded to her neck. She could feel my presence, through my breaths on her skin, and thus elongated her neck for me — she couldn’t see me, but she could sense what I wanted. I began placing small kisses up her neck to her well-defined jaw and down to the heart tattoo on her shoulder, while she tried to keep her breathing in control. The kisses were small, yet they made such a big impact on her since her sense of touch was thousands of times greater than normal.
“M-Mami?”
“Yes, Princess,” I said between kisses.
“Can I…touch you?”
“Not yet,” I smirked and moved further down to her collarbone. I left open-mouthed kisses all over it and stopped to admire her tattoo. Technically I had been the one who had encouraged her to get it. It was so small, but it held so much meaning behind it. My fingers were tracing along the tattoo, soothing Soojin. She felt calm. She felt at peace. She felt connected to me. When my fingers traced lower and experimentally touched her nipple, she let out a whimper. Bingo.
“Sensitive much?”
She didn’t answer.
“I asked you something, Princess,” I said with a less kind voice.
“Yes, Mami. I-I’m sensitive, but you already knew that.”
It was true. She didn’t show her vulnerability and sensitivity at the start of our friendship, but as soon as she opened up to me I realized her soul didn’t match her cold exterior. She never liked it when I jokingly roasted her, only being into compliments and praises. Praising. I bet she’d be into that.
She whimpered out a 'Mami’ when I attached my lips to her nipple. Trying to not shock her body too much, I only gave a quick kitten lick, yet it seemed to affect her a lot when she couldn’t hold back a sole whimper. I couldn’t tell if it were because of the sensitivity provided by the blindfold or because she had sensitive nipples. Either way, I wanted to test how much I could make her feel.
To give her a little sensation without touching her, I breathed on the wet nipple so she shivered a little at the coldness. She put both of her hands on each edge of the tub to stabilize herself, feeling like she could lose the bare control she had now that I found a weak spot of hers. I flattened my tongue and licked against her, making her quiver.
“M-M-Mami,” she stuttered breathily. She wasn’t trying to call me, nor was she trying to tell me anything — my actions simply lit a part of her that seemed to love my title. She knew exactly how to turn me on and this was the first time we had ever been intimate. It was actually cute how my best friend was so accustomed to both mine and her title already. Sooyoung’s title, I meant.
I reached my hand under the surface of the water and felt up her thigh. She moaned. Yes. Moaned. At a simple touch. Ashamed of the moan, she let go of one of the edges and brought her hand over her mouth, making her lose a part of her balance. “Don’t keep your sounds to yourself, Princess. Give them to me,” I ordered.
Smirking against her skin, I started sucking which caused a gasp to erupt at the sudden stimulation. “M-Mami, Mami—” she whimpered loudly. She had tried to keep her noises to herself until now, but although it hurt her pride a little, she liked pleasing me.
How could whimpers sound so beautiful? They were so angelic and graceful, contrary to the scene of sinning. I retracted from her to admire the view. One nipple was red and swollen and the other one was left untouched. Each muscular arm was resting on each edge, trying not to move a millimeter. The blindfold was covering part of her face yet matched with her feverish blush. Her mouth was agape, letting the whimpers I loved oh so much out every now and then. I was happy I hadn’t gone for the cliché bubble bath, because now that the water was clear I could see her naked body — every part from her beauteous tattoos to her seducing curves.
But there was one part of her body that I couldn’t see. One part that was magnificent and that I needed to see. “Turn around,” I whispered in her ear.
“W-What?”
“Turn around and show me your butt, Princess,” I clarified and waited for her to move.
Unsurely, she supported herself on the edges and sat up. Although she couldn’t see she could feel, so she had no difficulty turning around and putting her hands on the edge she had been resting her back on until now. She arched her back, adding to the sex appeal that the tub already delivered. Damn, how could an ass be that good-looking? How could—
“C-Can you spank me?” she interrupted me from my thoughts.
Did I even know my best friend? Or did she know me so well that she knew that was exactly what I wanted to do in that moment?
“What do you say, Princess?”
Good girl knew the answer, “Please.”
“You’ll need to beg a little more than that,” I said teasingly, making her swallow yet another piece of her pride.
“Can you, please, please, spank me, Mami? I’ve been so good until now; don’t I deserve it?”
She made a fair point. And she also confirmed my theory of her having a praise kink.
“Yes, you do, Princess. You’ve been so obedient until now, of course you deserve a little pain.”
Her cheeks tinted pink. Yes, she did indeed have a praise kink.
Suddenly I spanked her, creating a loud echo of skin-to-skin sound. She jolted forward with a whine, not expecting the hit since she couldn’t see me or my hand in the air. Her cheeks jiggled and I swore that my ex had never made me this wet before as I felt my wetness drip down my thighs.
“H-Harder, please, Mami.”
“Since you’re such a good princess for me, of course!” Those words. She loved hearing them. She knew I probably had those thoughts already, since she’s aware she’s a good girl, but hearing me say them made her heart race. Once again, I hit her skin and made her jolt forward from the harsh touch. Except this time, she moaned out my title louder. She held her head down, adding to the submission.
“M-Mami—”
“You want more, Princess?”
“Yes, plea—”
Spank! Before she even could finish her answer, my hand was back on her cheek again — I had already predicted her answer. Now one of her cheeks had my red handprint on it, matching her blindfold and blush, whilst the other cheek had no mark. And I was going to keep it that way. Asymmetry is beautiful.
Her blindfold, nipple and cheek weren’t the only things red. The part of her body that needed me the most hadn’t gotten any attention yet. Her pussy’s color stood out from most of her body and the way she reacted to small touches could only hint at her needing me to touch it.
“Turn around,” I ordered her again.
“W-What— But you haven't—”
“Do you want me to touch your princess part?” I disrupted her.
“Y-Yes.”
“Then turn around and show it to me, Princess.”
She let go of the tub and turned around in the water, making sure to be comfortable when resting her back against it because she knew she’d stay in that position for a while. She heard how I got into the tub too. The water was rippling, and my feet were touching the tub; she could both feel and hear that I got in. Slowly, as to not drive any water out, I sank down onto her lap and put my hands on the tub on either side of her head. The feeling of my smooth skin on her indicated I had taken off the lingerie. That only meant one thing. I drew closer to her and whispered in her ear a million-dollar question: “You really want me?”
Gulping, she nodded promptly.
“Use your words, Princess,” I sang.
She took another gulp before speaking, “Y-Yes, please, Mami.”
“Good girl,” I praised and watched as her true smile made an appearance like it’d done many times tonight…
Only to form an 'o’ and let a long moan out as I sat down and met her pussy with mine deliciously. “Ah~ M-Mami~” The sensitivity of waiting and being blindfolded added with my touch was what brought out her embarrassingly loud moan.
I decided to get back to her stunning neck and kiss it, not forgetting to get closer to her collarbone. I wanted to kiss the birthmark under her eye, but it was covered by the blindfold. It was a distinctive feature of hers, just like her many tattoos. I left one last kiss onher chest and started moving up and down slowly on her pussy, making sure both our clits were rubbing against each other. This wasn’t going to be a hard fuck session; this was going to be a slow and soft lovemaking session because she was my princess.
She sporadically let out moans that ranged from high to low pitched, long to short lasting — all of them were music to my ears — a love song I’d think of every now and then when I didn’t have my princess by my side. The sound of the water moving each time I did was the background music. I started marking her neck with beautiful love bites, not hickeys, because these marks were out of love. Love and pride, as I wanted everyone to see that she was mine.
As I sucked harder on her neck, her moans turned into constant whimpers. She didn’t know what this feeling was. Never had she ever made love with someone before. Sure, she’d been caring in bed but never had she felt this cared for before. On the other hand, it wasn’t my first time. I had done this to Sooyoung every time I wanted her to know how much she meant to me (all the time). But, although this was an illusion me and Soojin had created, it felt real.
“Ma-Mami, can you go rougher on me? Please?” At that I sunk my teeth into her collarbone, not the one with the new tattoo, but the bare one. I didn’t want to cover the meaning behind the tattoo, instead I wanted to cover the other part of skin, so I’d be the one who in a way adorned both sides. The friend in me was in her tattoo and the lover in me was in her love mark. She bit her lower lip to try to conceal the pathetic whimper, failing while doing so. Sure, she loved being taken care of, but she also loved pain.
My thrusts were slow, yet long lasting, like the memory of this night would be soon. This felt surreal. Our connection. Our love. Our everything. The love bites on her neck and the literal bite mark on her collarbone would be enough proof the next morning when Soojin’d wake up that this night in fact had happened.
She let go of her lower lip and let the whimpers out freely, not caring that it hurt her pride because when you’re in love your pride doesn’t matter as much as it did before. She was reaching her breaking point and so was I but we both purposely held our orgasms back. We didn’t want this to end. We wanted this love to last as long as it possibly could. We knew that the next day we would go back to being best friends; there’d be no more Princess and Mami. We knew that we would be gone like the pink water in this tub would be in the morning. The marks would remain on her neck and shoulder the next morning…but the illusion of love wouldn’t.
“A-Are you cumming?” I asked, drunk on love.
“Y-Yes, b-but I can wait.” We had already been at it for longer than an hour — even the water was cold — but that wasn’t enough. We were both exhausted, both mentally because it was late and physically because of the lovemaking.
“I know you want to cum, Princess,” I said, not wanting her to wear herself out.
“C-Can you choke me first, Mami? Please, I’ve a-always wanted y-you to do that to me,” she mumbled.
I didn’t answer her, instead I let go of the edge and circled my fingers around her neck. For most people, choking was some kinky shit. But for us, it was romance. I was quite literally holding her life in my hand and she trusted me with it. She trusted me with her whole life, and I didn’t let her down. That’s love; letting yourself into a vulnerable position, knowing the other person can hurt you, but continuing because you have faith in them.
In this moment, she had everything she didn’t know she wanted. She felt like she’d arrived in utopia by accident. There was nothing she wanted to change. Nothing. And neither did I. Her marks were asymmetrical, but that was in my eyes perfect. I tightened my grip on her neck a little, making her choke out a small whiney moan. At the same time, I felt my core aching and hers pulsating. We needed to cum. Physically we needed to. But emotionally we didn’t want to.
“Let’s cum together,” I said and let go of her neck.
“Please, just a little more,” she begged.
“We can’t hold back, and you know it,” I stated.
“Please, Mami,"s she cracked her voice. I looked at her face. Her face was red, and the blindfold had wet patches. The patches weren’t there because of the water splashing on her (I had made sure to not splash any on her face), they were there because they’d gotten out of her eyes. She was crying, not wanting us to come to an end. But we needed to. She wasn’t my girlfriend; she was only playing the role of my girlfriend. I treated her as if she were Sooyoung, not Soojin.
For the first time ever, I kissed her. Not on her body, but on her lips. She returned the kiss with just as much thirst as me. Surrounded by water, yet we thirsted for each other. We needed to savor this before it ran out. I tangled my hands into her soft hair, not caring if I ruined her hair anymore. I didn’t care. All I cared about was this moment. For the first time this night, she let go of the tub fully and put her hands on my skin, letting them relish and remember every curve and edge before she’d never get to touch me like this ever again.
I paused the kiss and said for the last time, "Let’s cum together.”
“Can you take th-the blindfold off first?”
Truth was that she wanted to see me so she could have a visual memory of that one time she made love with her best friend. During all of this, she’d had a blindfold and although she felt that everything was real, she wanted to know for sure she wasn’t dreaming. I untied it and threw it away to who-cares-where. She opened her eyes and took in the view of me. I was naked. I was raw. I was vulnerable. I had no layers shrouding any part of me. “I love you,” she said, looking into my eyes.
Holding her face in my hands, I said, “I love you too.”
And there we reached our climax.
The end.
ONE YEAR LATER
Valentine’s Day.
The happiest day of the year for couples.
I walked into our bedroom and was met by a wonderful view. My real girlfriend was standing in front of our bed. “I missed you so much, Soobaby,” I smiled and kissed her cheek as per usual.
She was clad in only a bra and pair of panties and nothing else. “I have a little surprise for you.”
“Oh really?” I asked, amused, and sat down on the bed as she stood in front of me.
She coughed to clear her throat and looked serious, “I’ve been keeping a little secret from you for a couple of weeks now…”
What did she mean? Had she been reconsidering our relationship? Was I going to relive the same heartbreak as last year?
I must’ve looked worried, because suddenly she broke out of the serious trance she tried to be in and smiled at me. Slowly she pulled down her underwear to reveal the little surprise.
Right on her V-line.
A tattoo.
Of a little crown.
Because she is my princess.
✦ ੈ ✦ ‧₊˚ * ੈ ✦‧₊˚＊* ੈ ✦ ‧₊˚ * ੈ ✦‧₊˚＊* ✦ ੈ ✦
❝ Me with no makeup, you in the bathtub
Bubbles and bubbly, ooh
This is a pleasure, feel like we never act this regular
(...) Kiss me and take off your clothes
Imagine a world like that ❞
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A/N. i miss soojin :( the members are doing solo activities now, soyeon w/ 'windy’, yuqi with 'bonnie & clyde'/‘giant’ and minnie w/ her new drama ‘not worth it’! idk what the other members are doing but let’s hope they’re well at least
on a whole other note, i wanna comment on ‘i burn’ a bit. all b-sides were so fkn good! but my favorite were ‘lost’, ‘moon’ and ‘dahlia’. fkn gold. first album i’ve purchased in my life lmao. (mini-album but it still counts!)
Unlike the GIF may suggest, I don't think she'd act shady as in she'd be mean or roll her eyes at your ex if she were to meet them since she's a very mature person. However, if your ex were affectionate or expressed having feelings for you still, she'd take charge and let your ex know that you're taken but in the chillest, cutest way possible like by PDA; backhugging you, calling you by your pet name or kiss your cheek in front of your ex. As mentioned, she's mature and doesn't do things out of impulse.
"Remember your favorite candy that I absolutely hated? I buy that and willingly eat it sometimes when I'm feeling down," your ex smiled at you, thinking back to old times.
"She doesn't like that candy anymore," Soyeon giggled and turned to you, "so we have this tradition that every weekend one of us surprises the other with a new candy we've never tried before. And it's your turn this week, Babe!"
Soyeon turned the conversation into a dialog between you and her so smoothly, making your ex invisible.
Oh lord help your ex if they didn't get the memo!
After the encounter, she'd prefer it if she never met your ex ever again since they aren't a relevant part of you life anymore and she wouldn't want to hurt your ex by letting you lead them on, y'know. But, if your ex were to get your number and text you that they aren't over you, Soyeon would get your ex's number and reject them by texting something like "I'm sorry, I met you at *insert location* a week ago, and I'm ___'s girlfriend. I hope you understand why I don't want you to contact her again. Thanks!" She'd ask you to block your ex's number and social medias so if she ever saw your ex's name on your screen again, she'd confront you, thinking you were cheating on her. It may seem too much of her to demand that but she wouldn't feel comfortable with her girlfriend being in touch with an ex who still has feelings for her.
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조미연 / miyeon
Jealous. Miyeon doesn’t care for personal space in general, always touching you in some way, holding your hand, hugging you, leaning on you, so you bet your ass she will maximize the PDA. She wants all of her girlfriend's attention at all times. Therefore, she could turn into the biggest brat if you were to even look your ex's way. She'd prefer it if the ugly scenario of ever seeing your ex in public happened that you'd either ignore them or show them you're very disinterested in them (not keep eye contact, not laugh at their jokes, not smile at them, only looking at your girlfriend). If you were to be friendly with your ex, she'd become needy and jealous but would express it through demanding your attention even more, flirting with you but not making up an excuse to leave your ex because she wants your ex to leave as to show they’d given up on your attention, which’d leave Miyeon finally satisfied.
"Baby, there you are!" Miyeon said in a cuteified voice, pouting at you, making sure to look at your ex's reaction when she called you baby. "Baby, have I told you how pretty you look? You’re so pretty I wanna eat you up," she jokingly nipped at your cheek, making your ex finally turn around and leave.
Miyeon clung onto your arm, "Look at me only. Okay? I’m your girlfriend not that thing over there."
Afterwards, she'd talk to you about it and complain that she wants you to show that you're her girlfriend and that you're proud to be so, either by saying it or PDA because she doesn't want your ex to have any ideas. Safe to say that if you were to have contact with your ex since that situation, she'd become very insecure about where you stand in the relationship. Everyone has different expectations in a relationship and she'd be sad that you ignored hers, even after she told you she gets upset especially when you're friendly with your ex, who is a part of your past and shouldn't be a part of your present. Don't talk to your ex damn it.
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ณิชา ยนตรรักษ์ / minnie
She is a Scorpio, need I say more? But really though, I think she’d be jealous. So, I think she’s the kind of girlfriend to know everything about you, including all details of your past relationships. Thus she’s likely to get more hurt by seeing you with anyone of your exes. Babie could become a bit insecure ngl :( She’d have a glare without trying to and she’d try not to come across as jealous but you’d be able to tell by her increase in PDA, clinging onto your arm or resting her head on your shoulder. She’d give her best effort to show to your ex that you are taken by her.
"___, what movie do you wanna watch tonight, love?" she said out loud, although her face was near yours enough for you to hear her even if she whispered, because she wanted to make sure your ex heard.
“Well (…)”
“I wanna go now. Wanna cuddle so bad,” she huffed with her best pout, “Pwease let’s go already.”
If you didn’t go after her numerous attempts at being cute enough for you to forget your ex’s company she would go as far as doing aggressive aegyo with confidence in either making you soft or embarrassed enough to drag her away.
Afterwards, she’d act like she hadn’t been jealous, only admitting if you were to initiate a conversation about it. She really values communication in your relationship since she wants both of you to be honest, comfortable and safe with each other so I do think she would open up about how meeting your ex would upset her. It’s not something she can control, she just feels hurt seeing you spend time with them instead of her when she’s your girlfriend. You’d have to agree on respecting each other’s comfort zones in the future.
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서수진 / soojin
OK, so we all know Sujin is a jealous person. (Shit, she even gets jelly when Shuhua is affectionate with any bandmate, because she only wants her to be cute with her!) This may be harsh but I feel like she'd love it if you were cold to your ex, maybe even mean to them (!). She has a hard time opening up about her feelings, needing a bit of time and thought before expressing her troubles to you, so she wouldn’t say anything, only think and hope for you to act cold to your ex. Subconsciously, she’d become a tiny bit affectionate and hold your hand or just play with it in front of your ex, avoiding eye contact, both out of jealousy and nervousness. She’d become hurt if you spent more time than necessary (she’s not even sure what is considered more than necessary) in the company of your ex.
She stared at you as you spoke to your ex who had approached you in the middle of a freaking date (ugh).
She didn't say anything, rather observing what you do in a situation like this, hoping you'll tell your ex to leave (in a kind manner or not doesn’t matter) so you could continue your date with your girlfriend who you love very, very much.
Suddenly your hands were super interesting and she started playing with them, waiting for your ex to leave (hopefully because you told them to).
If you didn’t end up telling your ex to leave, the rest of the date would be a little tense, Sujin feeling hurt.
If you knew your girlfriend well and therefore told your ex to leave, her face would brighten up and she’d tell you that you didn’t need to do all that, while giggling and blushing at you.
Baby would deny any ideas of her being jealous. No, she wasn’t jealous, why would you even think that? I mean, her body language could be interpreted as anything from jealousy to nervousness to boredom. If you were smart and told your ex to leave, you would have amazing sex that night.
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宋雨琦 / yuqi
Oh bitch. You're hers. Periodt. If anyone — especially your ex — has the audacity to act like you don’t belong to her, she will cut a bitch. Not only will she make the idiot regret their huge mistake, she will be disappointed if you don’t try to match her loyalty by e.g. embarrassing your ex, completely ignore them, or kiss your girlfriend in front of them to show you don’t have any plans on being with them. I think she could handle not having you throw words at your ex, maybe even feel cool for breaking that idiot down by herself, but ultimately she’d feel reassured if you helped. She doesn’t want to feel like you’re not as invested in your relationship as she is.
"I'm ___'s girlfriend. Why are you talking to her?" Yuqi looked at your ex, her charismatic stare scaring them a bit.
“H-Hi? Uhm, I’m just catching up a bit.”
“Sorry, but she’s not interested in peasants, you should know that by looking at me,” Yuqi eyed them, judging them shamelessly.
“Let’s just go, Princess,” you kissed her hand.
“Let’s go to bed, Mommy,” she said as you turned around, not caring if your ex heard or not. “I can’t believe you went out with that before me.”
You better fuck her well to make her anger over your ex disappear. She wouldn’t be mad at you but meeting your ex in general would put her in a bad mood. So, go to a bathroom, finger her, make her taste your wet fingers, leave hickeys on her and then order her to do the same to you. Shit, she may even turn into a power bottom and kiss your neck and tell you to leave the lipstick stains for everyone to see. I don’t think it’s about jealousy it’s rather about her not liking meeting your ex or even hearing the mention of their name because they make her think if you in a relationship that isn’t with her, which leaves her not so happy.
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葉舒華 / shuhua
(자기야 = jagiya)
Oh lord I love this woman. We all know Shuhua would speak up. Periodt. She's protective. Periodt. You're hers. (Y'all have seen how she protects her members when anyone dares comment hate on their vlives, right?) She would look your ex dead in the eye and confront them, whether they were flirting with you or just making small talk. To some people, it may seem like she’s overreacting but she just hates your ex since the moment you told her about the past relationship.
"Hey! Can't you see ___ is with me? I'm literally holding her hand and kissed her right before you came and interrupted our peaceful time. Do I have to write Belongs to Shuhua on her arm for you to understand?" she squeezed your hand and clenched her free one, prepared to slam your stupid ex if they had the audacity to not leave in the next few seconds.
As soon as your ex left, Shuhua turned to you, “자기야, get me a pen. I don’t want another idiot to think they have the privilege of talking to my girlfriend.”
I don’t see her reacting in a different way in the future; she’ll kill your exes with words (and hands if necessary). She’ll only blame them for their behavior because it is not your fault that your exes approach you and can’t take the obvious hints of being in a loving relationship. Afterwards, she becomes more clingy than usual, sticking to your side the remaining hours of the day, needing you to show how much you love her with words, cuddles and sweet love-making. The next day she would wake you up with kisses, whining for you to spoon her even when you’re sleeping. Yeah, you’d have to show her a tad more affection as to remind her you love her more than you’ve loved anyone in the past.
