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There she is, standing ever beautiful in the midst of a bustling field. Adorned with Jisoo's favourite cardigan that Jeonghan has claimed and a skirt that stops right at her thighs. Her silk skin is on display, catching everyone’s attention. Jisoo isn’t an exception.
She’s talking animatedly to her other friends, Jisoo can see the beauty mark on her right cheek, and of course on the side of her neck. The one that she got to kiss and stain purple with both of her lips.
Her eyes are finally on her, visibly glowing just from seeing Jisoo walking to her way. Dismissing her classmate, she waves her hand to greet Jisoo. “Hi, you look pretty today,” she says earnestly as Jisoo stands in front of her, almost funny because when she said that, the wind blew her bangs away making her look as if she was a goddess sent from heaven.
“You look pretty too, wearing my clothes and all,” Jeonghan laughs, pulling the cardigan closer to her body. “Yes, thanks to you!” She said it with a smile that crinkles her eyes, Jisoo can feel the heat making their way to her cheeks, tinting them red. She still can’t understand the sheepiness that she always carries around Jeonghan, despite already rubbing their folds together not too long ago.
“Any plans for today, princess?” Jisoo asks as they saunter to the campus parking lot. Matching their footsteps, laughing when they don’t. Fingers intertwined with Jeonghan’s nails prodding on the back of her hand. Occasionally swings the both of their hands and humming a song that Jisoo can’t recognize. “No, unless you have one?” her face tilted to Jisoo, flaunting her glossy eyes and clumps of her mascara. “No, but i’m kinda bored,” she has already finished her class for today and from what she can remember, Jeonghan too. She wants to kill her time but not from watching Jeonghan’s boring movie recommendations and definitely not sleeping. Maybe, it’s time for her to try on new cookie recipes, she thinks.
She opens up Jeonghan’s door and lets her in first before she moves to the driver seat. Just as she has her hands on the seatbelt, Jeonghan grabs the side of her face, pulling her into a harsh kiss. Surprised but not wanting to miss a second, Jisoo kisses her back with her tongue moving to tease, squelching from their saliva and clashing teeths as their melody. “Eat me,” Jeonghan pants between kisses, “Please Jisoo, eat me” she begs again. Clasping Jisoo’s hand and moving it to her crotch. Jisoo can feel the damp patch on her panties.
How long has she been this wet?
She moves Jeonghan’s pants to the side, massaging her fingers in between her folds. It draws a long moan from Jeonghan’s mouth, hot breath wafts her face. Pulling back her hood, she then pinches her clit and rubs it interchangeably. Sopping her even more.
The constant rubbing movement makes her arms feel sore, but Jeonghan is now wet enough for her to feast on. Jisoo tugs Jeonghan’s arm, signalling her to recline her seat. “C’mon princess, move.”
Jeonghan gets the cue, then moves her seat to make some space for Jisoo to comfortably kneel on. Well, as comfortable as a car's legroom can get.
She moves her body and positions herself below Jeonghan, facing Jeonghan's vulva.
Dripping and pink.
She can feel the brewing sensation near her crotch just by looking at Jeonghan’s. Diving her mouth into her labia, tasting her on the tongue. Jeonghan let out her lewd sounds of pleasure, grabbing Jisoo’s hair and moving her hips rhythmically. Taking advantage of Jisoo's tall nose to press onto her erogenous spot.
Jisoo can feel Jeonghan getting more wet, a mix of Jeonghan slick and her spit rivulets onto her face. Everything starts to smell like her and it makes Jisoo equally obsessed and dizzy. With a jerk of her lips and fingers inside, Jeonghan squirts with an erotic groan and arching back. Followed by Jisoo’s orgasm not even a minute later, still rubbing constantly on her own folds to prolong the sensation of ecstasy running through her veins.
Jisoo rests her head on Jeonghan’s thigh, still damp from her release. Taking a sharp heavy breath, borderline panting. Jeonghan is not far worse than Jisoo, she has her eyes closed and her mouth gaps. Jisoo could admire Jeonghan forever from this point of view, cherishing in a way she rubs Jisoo’s hair in appreciation and the whiff of her scent that comes every now and then.
With a kiss on her pristine thigh, Jisoo moves to her own seat and takes care of Jeonghan's messy state. Covering Jeonghan back with her skirt, brushing her unruly hair, and fetching her a tissue pack. “Thanks,” Jeonghan whispers, her hand cups Jisoo cheeks and leaves a couple kisses on it too. Jisoo, who is still trying to dry her body, cants her head to stare at Jeonghan chocolate eyes. It lures her into kissing Jeonghan again, but without any greed of lust wrapping around them. Kissing her delicately and resting her hand on Jeonghan’s neck. Seemingly forgot that they’re still in a public lot. But, it does not matter. She just wants Jeonghan's body to become one with her as she feels Jeonghan smile in the depth of her kiss.
“Hi,” Jisoo greets playfully, soft smile on display to the girl in front of her. “Hi,” Jeonghan replies with a giggle which throws them into a fit of laughter. “What are we even doing?” asks Jeonghan with a slap of her hand to Jisoo's thigh as she chortles. Jisoo takes Jeonghan’s hand and pecks it, “I love you.” It came out abruptly before Jisoo could even stops them, yet Jisoo didn’t feel any slight guilt for saying it.
It took Jeonghan a few seconds to fix her astounded face, she still says them back to Jisoo nonetheless. “I love you too.”
They kept the romantic mood as they drove back home, tuning to some radio in the car and holding hands to their rented cheap apartment door. Jisoo was turning her keys when Jeonghan got a call from her phone. “Who is it?” Jisoo asks as she takes out her Ipad to get it charged. The pink case looks ratty and dirty from putting it on the most questionable surfaces ever. “Oh, it’s my Mom, I forgot to call her today,” the rectangle device lit up, showing a picture of their photo booth prints that they took that Jisoo used as a wallpaper. Two four-grid strips and it's full of them kissing and hugging each other. Jisoo gives Jeonghan some space to answer the phone and continues to clean all the stuff from her tote bag.
She then turns on the TV, and goes back to the kitchen to brew herself and Jeonghan some jasmine tea. While waiting for the water to boil, she can’t help to hear the conversation that is going on between Jeonghan and her mom.
“No, I’m fine, Mom,” Jeonghan says exasperatedly, she’s circling around the living room still with her socks-clad feet.
“Mhm, I was with a friend.”
“It’s Jisoo, you know her!”
“Fuck,” Jisoo retracts her finger from the hot kettle, running to the sink and pouring it with cold water. Hearing Jisoo’s panicked yelp, Jeonghan rushed to Jisoo’s side, “Mom, I’m calling you later,” then puts her phone on the side of the sink.
“What happened? Are you okay?” Jeonghan looks at the stinging red finger. “Yeah, i accidentally touched the damn kettle,” It hurts like hell, okay maybe Jisoo is exaggerating a little bit but it still hurts. “Let me get an ointment from my bag,” Jeonghan says as she runs to fetch medicine from her bag.
“How do you even have that?” Jisoo asks while drying her soaked hand with a strawberry kitchen towel. “I’m always prepared like that,” a smug face on that pretty face made Jisoo just want to forget everything that she said earlier and kiss her. Jeonghan applies the thick cream onto her finger, smearing it tenderly. Jisoo notices the way Jeonghan looks at her finger with a firm face, there’s even lines on her forehead. Appearing to be more distressed than Jisoo herself.
“I’m fine, how was your call with your Mom?” Jisoo withdraws her finger from Jeonghan's hold.
“Well, as usual, she’s pestering me about the same stuff,” there's multiple rings and notifications popping that makes her phone light up. “Speaking of the devil,” Jeonghan says with a roll of her eyes.
“Just sit down, I'll take care of the tea,” Jeonghan pushes Jisoo's body, prompting her to the sofa. Jisoo obliges and strolls over to the couch that is littered with bunny and strawberry plushies, of course it was all Jeonghan’s doing. Grabbing the white bunny, she puts it between her belly and her legs that are propping on the edge of the sofa.
Playing its hands while her mind spirals over what Jeonghan said. It did hurt, it did make her feel like shit. Her ears can’t stop ringing and her heart can’t stop palpitating. It made Jisoo think too, is this what 12 months of being together has been reduced to? Jisoo can’t tell if she should ask about this or not.
“Hot tea coming through!” Jeonghan screeched from the kitchen with both of her hands occupied with two tea cups. She places them on the coffee table then sits beside her. Her hand flailed tiredly to the sides, “What a day,” she sighs.
“It’s not even four yet, hey! get off from me,” Jisoo laughs as she is trying to remove Jeonghan leeching hand from her boob. “What? I haven’t played with them all day, let me,” showing her pouts from that thin pair of lips. “Let me drink my tea first, you pervert!”
Jeonghan ignored her and just rested her head on the side of her boob and pulled Lady, turns out Jisoo is an ignorant shit for not recognizing Jeonghan plushies names, from Jisoo hand for her emotional support.
They spend their serene afternoon together, winding down to Nana on the outdated TV that they have. Snarky comments from the both of them as they watch the way Hachi made her life decisions. Sipping her tea occasionally, it tastes just the way Jisoo likes, Jeonghan really knows her inside out.
It was calm, until it’s not.
“Jisoo,” Jeonghan’s voice breaks the air. She moves to sit properly and stares at Jisoo. “My Mom texted me earlier, she asked me to go home this weekend and she wants me to bring you there too,” Jeonghan probably noticed how tense she is being, “It’s fine if you don’t want to come! She won't mind,” Jisoo knows this is not the best idea for them, but we’re talking about Jeonghan, she really can’t say no to her. And maybe there’s an opportunity for the two of them.
“Are you okay with me going to your family?” Jisoo asks back.
“Of course! I think I'm going to say something about us to them, it has been too long..” she drags out the last sentence, putting her dejected face to show.
“You know it’s okay to not tell them, we can pretend,” Jisoo brushes Jeonghan’ hair to placate her, and now Jeonghan seems more panicked than before.
“No! It’s not fair for you,” She blurts out quickly, grasping Jisoo hand on her hand tightly. “I don’t want to do that..”
“I really want to be with you, Jisoo,” Jeonghan continues.
She can’t understand what she's feeling right now, she can’t put her hands on it. Tears sit on the rim of her eyes, there’s a clamp on her chest that made her dizzy and made her choked up on her own breath. She is trying to be hopeful, but it’s hard. She knows how Jeonghan’s family can be. She knows too that Jeonghan’s parents have been pushing her to get married. Married to a man.
Jisoo is not a man.
Holding back her tears, she holds Jeonghan close. Jeonghan needs her right now. “Okay, I’ll come, only if you promise to drive me to the campus for my morning class!” Trying to lighten up the sorrowful atmosphere, followed by pinching Jeonghan cheeks and wiggling them. It successfully puts a twinkle smile on Jeonghan’s face, although it takes everything in her to not discern the glossy eyes Jeonghan has.
“I promise,”