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Seonghwa knew it was coming. Her roommates' ritual she’d quickly picked up on a few months into them becoming housemates. Yeosang’s head poked in from around the corner, her curious eyes glossing over Seonghwa's reflection through her vanity mirror. She saw the awestruck look that glazed over Yeosang’s eyes each time she watched her do her makeup, following each motion with precision as if she was watching her favorite artist craft their famous piece right in front of her. Seonghwa liked to pretend that she wasn’t aware of Yeosang’s presence. Purposely drawing out her actions while she applied her makeup just to have a few seconds more of her roommates' eyes on her. Over time, Seonghwa had developed just a small, not really, crush on Yeosang, becoming completely infatuated with her cute roommate. Any other day, she would be fine with going along with the “routine”, but today, she was feeling a little bold.
“Would you like to try?” Seonghwa spoke up, knowingly looking at Yeosang through the mirror. She was a bit nervous, unsure of how Yeosang would respond to her question.
When their eyes locked, Yeosang jumped back in surprise. An intense shade of pink bloomed on her cheeks, clearly embarrassed at having been caught watching Seonghwa. She fiddled with her fingers for a bit, shifting from foot to foot in nervousness. Hesitantly, she nodded, eyes transfixed on the ground, unable to meet Seonghwa’s gaze.
“Come, I’ll teach you,” Seonghwa beckoned, scooting over to create enough room for both of them to sit on the wide vanity chair.
Yeosang walked over, timidly, her house slippers scuffling lightly on the hardwood floors. She was dressed in her usual at-home attire, loose-fitted grey sweat pants and a white fitted tank top that was cropped and decorated with yellow stars. Her relaxed look was the opposite of Seonghwa, who had dressed casually to go out later that evening. When she sat down, the intoxicating scent of jasmine with subtle undertones of vanilla filled Seonghwa’s nose. She tried to seem unaffected, rearranging her makeup so Yeosang could see the products, but the smell was intoxicating. She felt like she was in a garden on a warm summer day, surrounded by jasmine and heliotrope flowers, each scent delicately wrapping around her like a cocoon. Nothing had even happened yet, and Seonghwa already felt herself losing her mind.
She cleared her throat, looking over at Yeosang. “Are there any specific colors you want?”
Yeosang contemplated before speaking, her words coming out timid yet certain. “No, not really. I just want to look pretty like you, Unnie.”
Seonghwa smiled at Yeosang, holding back from cooing at her dongsaeng. “You’re already pretty, but I will make you even prettier. Like Unnie’s personal doll,” Seonghwa concluded. She smiled triumphantly, watching a faint blush creep up Yeosang’s cheeks to her ears.
“Let me work my magic.”
Seonghwa began prepping Yeosang’s face, starting with a light moisturizer and primer. She showed off the products she used, explaining each step in detail as she completed it. Yeosang nodded in understanding, soaking in the knowledge like a sponge.
Her hand gently cupped Yeosang’s chin, lightly dabbing foundation onto her already flawless skin. She’d never been this close to her roommate before. When they crossed paths now and then, Seonghwa always found herself making a beeline to leave, either to her room or out of their dorm, completely consumed by gay panic. Because who could tell their roommate, a person they rarely spoke to, “Hey, I think you’re hot. Let's make out.” Surely not Seonghwa, especially after witnessing how shy Yeosang was.
Her dongsaeng only ever showed interest when she was getting dolled up. They spoke in passing but never fully interacted on a deeper level. That's why she finally spoke up because she knew Yeosang never would. Now she had the luxury of sitting in proximity to her crush. Seeing her ethereal beauty up close and personal, the way her fluffy, sandy brown curls framed her face, and her beautiful birthmark that Seonghwa swore made her weak. She felt like she had finally won in life.
Seonghwa looked over the base, checking for any splotchy patches. Satisfied with the dewy finish. The natural beat was barely noticeable on Yeosang’s face. Peachy pink blush was applied high on her cheekbones and across the bridge of her nose to give a cute sun-kissed glow, along with faux freckles. Yeosang’s rosy birthmark, which Seonghwa left uncovered, only added to her natural beauty, standing out alongside the blush. It made her look even more innocent and cute than she already did.
“Perfect!” Seonghwa cheered, earning a smile from Yeosang.
She searched through her eyeshadow palettes, already having an idea of what she wanted to do. She already observed Yeosang's eyes were bigger, almost doe-like, and a beautiful shade of chestnut brown that naturally sparkled. Seonghwa worked her magic. Each stroke of the brush was light and delicate, just like her doll. The black eyeliner popped against her milky skin, contrasting well with the shimmering light-brown eyeshadow she’d opted for. It was sure to make her eyes pop. Light mascara was applied to Yeosang’s lashes, only adding subtle definition to her already long lashes. Yeosang was absolutely breathtaking.
“You look so beautiful already,” she murmured, applying finishing touches to the eyeshadow.
Seonghwa felt her mouth go dry. Looking over Yeosang’s face, the words KISS HER chant loudly over and over in her mind. It was so tempting. Seeing Yeosang’s eyes flutter up to look at her, the almost bashful look on her face as if she wasn’t the most gorgeous woman to exist. Seonghwa wanted to die.
“So do you, Unnie,” Yeosang mumbled quietly.
Fuck Fuck Fuck. Seonghwa had a few kinks of her own, but never did she imagine that being called Unnie by the cute doe-eyed girl sitting in front of her would have her on the brink of turning feral. She had tried to hold back the first few times the words left Yeosang’s mouth, but one could only hold back for so long. Her mind wandered into dangerous territory. Thinking of Yeosang lying out across her queen mattress, breathlessly calling her Unnie as she left lingering kisses along the column of her neck. Sucking and nibbling on her porcelain skin, leaving behind pretty bruises that would be impossible to cover up even with the right foundation and concealer.
“T-Thank you.” Seonghwa stuttered. Her heart raced, and she hoped her face didn’t reflect the panic she felt internally. She held up a few tubes of gloss and matte lipsticks, varying in colors, she thought would pair well with the light brown eyeshadow and peachy pink blush. “Which lipstick do you want?”
Yeosang's eyes scanned over the selection, contemplating her choices. Her lips puckered almost into a pout every time she mulled over something, a habit Seonghwa quickly noticed just in their short time being together. “I want the same color as you, Unnie,” Yeosang pointed at Seonghwa’s glossy lips.
Their eyes locked for a split second before her eyes drifted down, peering at Yeosang’s pursed lips. Her heart leapt in her chest. It was now or never, she thought. She leaned in closer, her hands snaking up to cradle the back of Yeosang’s head.
“May I ?” She questioned.
Yeosang’s eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t pull away, shyly nodding, closing the gap between them. Seonghwa’s lips brushed lightly against Yeosang’s — allowing her to back out, but she persisted. Their lips connected, sparks flying between them like fireworks. Yeosang’s lips were pillowy soft like plump marshmallows, with a hint of cherry lingering on her breath. A faint sigh slipped out as she melted into the slow, tentative twist of their lips. Her fingers gripped Yeosang’s nape, earning a small gasp in return. Nothing was rushed. Their lips carefully explored each other, soaking in whatever the other was willing to give. It was as if they were meant for each other, falling into a comfortable rhythm. The hidden feelings Seonghwa harbored spilled out onto Yeosang’s lips, months of unsaid feelings and lingering glances painting the perfect picture of them together.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” Seonghwa said breathlessly once they pulled apart. “I would’ve hated to mess up your lipstick after making you so pretty, Doll.” She cooed.
“Seonghwa,” Yeosang's voice broke through the haze, snapping Seonghwa back to reality.
Yeosang looked at her, puzzled, tilting her head to the side. “Are you okay?” she asked, genuinely concerned
“Y-Yeah, I’m fine, it's just…You look so much like a doll, it feels a bit unreal.” It wasn’t a total lie because Yeosang did look like one of those dolls you begged your mom for, but since they were way too expensive, you had to settle for a cheaper version. But it wasn’t the full truth either. It wouldn’t have been appropriate to just flat out say, “I was actually daydreaming about us making out.” Because that would be weird and probably scare Yeosang away.
Yeosang giggled, hiding her pretty smile behind her hands. The sound was like music to Seonghwa’s ears. She needed to pull herself together if she was going to finish properly. Each second she sat here breathing in the same air as Yeosang, her sanity decreased. Any minute, the bomb would explode, and all of her feelings would spill out onto everything.
Seonghwa put down the rest of the lip gloss tubes, keeping her favorite strawberry gloss in hand. “This was the perfect choice!” She spoke, trying to sound put together but failing miserably. The daydream still lingered in the back of her mind as she focused on Yeosang's lips.
They were perfect. Kissable. Suckable. Biteable. She wanted her so bad.
Seonghwa slicked pink-tinted gloss across the expanse of Yeosang’s bottom lip, gliding the soft sponge until her lips glistened.
“Press your lips together like this,” Seonghwa demonstrated for her, watching her follow directions. She filled in the spots until Yeosang’s lips were evenly coated in the sticky substance.
“Okay, close your eyes now.” Seonghwa grabbed a hand mirror from her drawer, holding the mirror in front of Yeosang’s face.
“Now open!” She exclaimed.
Yeosang's eyes opened, looking over every detail of her face. Her face brightened, lips curling into a huge smile.
“Oh my god! I love it so much!” Yeosang exclaimed. “Thank you, Unnie!!” Yeosang dove forward, wrapping her arms tightly around Seonghwa’s neck. Both of their bodies shifted backwards in the chair, nearly falling to the floor.
Seonghwa hugged her back immediately, dropping the mirror. Her arms curled around Yeosang’s lower back, squeezing her dongsaeng tightly.
“I’m glad you love it, Dolly.”
Yeosang pulled away, settling back down into the seat. She was clearly mesmerized by herself. Newfound confidence blooming inside of her.
“D-do you think you could teach me more…someday?” Yeosang inquired timidly. Seonghwa was on the verge of exploding. How could she say no?
“I would be happy to. It’s gonna be fun, we can make it like a date!” Seonghwa slipped up, unable to catch herself. “A girl’s date, I mean! Only if you want….”She quickly followed up.
Silence hung between them. Both girls held each other's gaze. Seonghwa couldn’t back track now, and a part of her didn’t want to. She would be lying to herself if she said she regretted taking the first step. Her boldness is what got her where she is now, seeing her crush happy, and realizing that her feelings ran deeper than she initially thought. Yes, her mind did think of making out with Yeosang more than once during this. Aside from that, she could see herself spending time with Yeosang, having deep conversations well into the night, going on cute picnics, and trying out the new coffee shop on campus. Seonghwa wanted to take the time out to genuinely get to know Yeosang and learn about her on a deeper level. If it led to more, she would accept it, but if not, at least she gained a friend in the process.
“I would love that,” Yeosang finally spoke up. “I mean, making it a date.” She shyly tucked her hair behind her ears, trying to make herself smaller next to Seonghwa.
Seonghwa's eyes lit up with excitement. “Then it’s a date.”