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Seongje lies still, gradually waking up. Moving feels like a chore, she has no desire to get up, even though the only thought in her head right now is to take a cold shower and throw the windows wide open.
A hand squeezes her stomach. Not hard — just a firm grip. Her hair is brushed from her shoulder. A knot twists in her gut, not from hunger, but from something even more base. Something beneath her. Stupid.
"What are you doing?"
"Did I wake you? I thought I could be careful."
"Do you often crawl on me in my sleep?"
"Hmm," she ponders, "not as often as I'd like. You wake up too easily."
"No kidding."
Humin is messy and far too clumsy to do anything quietly or discreetly. Not just in touch — in her attempts to hide negative emotions, her problems, all that. Everything was too obvious. To everyone.
Seongje doesn't move, letting the girl continue what she started.
And what she started was kissing her shoulders. Humin had simply hugged her sleeping form and just decided to trail kisses along her arm to her neck and cheeks. Though she was far from reaching her cheeks yet.
And from the depths of that base feeling, damn it, tenderness stirred. Never sought it or strived for it, but the knot in her stomach tightens from how she involuntarily clenches inside. From the feelings.
Humin is silent, and it feels strange. Seongje, for some reason, is silent too. Is she curious, or doesn't she want to interrupt the moment? The latter, of course.
Seongje is kissed softly and slowly on the shoulders, her stomach is lazily stroked. Humin pulls her in a little tighter, pressing her back against her own chest, and exhales warmly, almost against her neck now.
"You're so cute when you sleep," she finally comments. Though it doesn't make things any better. "It's rare to see you calm. It's sweet that it's with me."
So goddamn saccharine, but again Seongje can't find a cutting remark in response. What kind of shameful feeling is this so early in the morning?
Humin's hand slides higher, over the black tank top, and cups her breast. Seongje scoffs — she definitely learned that from her.
Her neck skin is lightly bitten, softly sucked — to which she responds with a quiet sigh.
Humin presses her thigh over Seongje's, their legs tangling too. Seongje places her hand over the girl's palm, still not turning to face her, still hiding her eyes. She feels like a stray dog being petted, or something even wilder.
What the hell?
"Your heart's beating faster," Humin remarks aloud, keeping her hand on her chest. For God's sake, damn it.
"So the hell what?"
"Come on, don't get so worked up. It's nothing. It's sweet."
Sweet, her ass.
Seongje lacks both the strength and the composure to push her away and end this embarrassment marathon. If she's being completely honest, she doesn't really have the desire either.
Humin kisses her along the jawline, leaning over her a little, propped up on an elbow, and it's becoming almost impossible for Seongje to hide her face. She knows she's blushing. Fortunately, Humin doesn't comment on it. Unfortunately — she chuckles cheerfully, deciding to change the mood after all by nipping and tugging at her cheek with her teeth.
"Ow! Are you crazy? Fucking mutt."
"Je-ya, you're so fucking adorable, please never change."
"Go to hell," she finally pushes her away, to the sound of loud laughter from the other girl, shoving off her hands and, along with them, this whole spell. Stupid Humin.
"Don't bare your fangs, little wolf," she encroaches again, sitting on the bed beside her and pressing against her back once more. "Got flustered?"
"In your dreams."
She laughs again in response. Seongje is angry.
"Want anything for breakfast? Or are you skipping it again?"
"Hmm," she drawls as a chin is planted on her shoulder. Such a clingy nuisance. "Not hungry."
"Will you sit with me?"
"I will."
"Heh-heh," she sways, sliding off the bed, standing on the floor in a comically rumpled, hitched-up t-shirt and McQueen boxer shorts. So typical and so her style, it's not even surprising anymore. Seongje still steals a glance, though not really at the print. "Jeje," mockingly again. Seongje lifts her eyes. "Who doesn't eat breakfast doesn't deserve dessert, ya know?"
She doesn't get it at first, but then she lets out a short laugh. Humin looks utterly pleased.
"Come on, baker girl. Your breakfast wants to eat breakfast too. Otherwise, you'll attack me while you're still half-asleep, and I won't be able to fight you off."
"Dumbass," Seongje finally smiles too. The other winks at her and nods her head toward the kitchen. They both know just how hungry and for what Seongje gets at the start and end of the day. And Humin, it seems, shared that feeling with her too.