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The girls had just finished exchanging presents when Zoey said:
“Oh, God,” she murmured, her eyes darting from her phone screen to the other two. “Dispatch announced that the couple they are going to reveal on New Year's is an LGBT one.”
Mira was the first to react, snatching the phone from Zoey’s hand.
Mira's eyes scanned the news article several times before she handed the device to Rumi, who was also eager to read the news.
When all three had finished, they stopped, stared at each other, and then fixed their gaze on the television.
They were watching a Hollywood Christmas movie—not that they were really paying attention to it, since what they had truly been doing was kissing each other.
This was one of their first breaks in a long time. The comeback had been successful, and the world tour even more so. However, the relentless schedule had finally caught up with the three of them, and when the company offered them a month off, they gladly accepted.
All the more so because they needed it—both their bodies and the relationship they shared.
The love they felt grew stronger every day, but the lack of time—even though they lived together—sometimes seemed to bring out the worst in them.
During this break, they made the most of their time—very much so.
“Guys…” Zoey began. She looked at the others, her bangs, now so long they could hardly be called bangs anymore, falling across her cheek. “What if…”
“No!” Mira shot back, placing her hand on Zoey's leg. Zoey didn't even think—she simply rested her fingers on her girlfriend's. “They… they wouldn't do that, right?”
But they knew the truth. They would, of course they would.
“But how would they know about us?” Rumi asked, running her fingers through her hair. She did that when she was nervous, and right now her patterns seemed to glow, even in daylight. Zoey reached out with her free hand and placed it over her girlfriend’s.
The forgotten movie grew louder, and for a moment, no one spoke. In the corner of the room, the cat purred softly, while outside, Seoul lay blanketed in snow. It seemed perfect—in a way they were hardly accustomed to. Maybe that’s why, Zoey thought, they should have realized sooner: nothing could ever be this perfect, not forever.
“That time at the gas station,” Mira said, putting a hand to her forehead, “I kissed Zoey near the gas pump. Someone must have taken a picture. Fuck!”
Zoey nibbled her lower lip. Could that be it? Were Mira and she the couple about to be exposed?
“It might have been that day at the mall,” Rumi murmured, her fingers digging into her own leg. Zoey gave her girlfriend's hand a light tap, but Rumi didn't stop. “I stole a quick kiss from Mira in the middle of the lunch,” she added.
That day, Zoey hadn't been there—she was recording a music show where she served as a judge. She shook her head. “You kissed in public?”
“It wasn't like that—no one recognized us,” Mira explained.
“Are you sure?” Rumi fired back. “We thought we were disguised, but if Dispatch had a tip, they might have caught us.”
Zoey rubbed her forehead. The situation was getting worse and worse. She didn't know what she would do if they were discovered.
The company didn’t know anything, of course. But Bobby did, especially since they needed him to cover for them. For God’s sake, not even her family knew! And she would rather not have to talk to them about it—not when she knew how that would turn out. Nothing good would come of it, and Zoey didn’t want the idea of their love—the love that grew stronger in her chest every day—to be associated with a bad feeling or the notion that what they were doing was wrong. Because it wasn’t.
“Fuck,” Rumi murmured. “What if it was from the time we went to buy Mira's birthday gift?” she asked.
Zoey remembered that.
The sun was beautiful, and after buying a gift for their girlfriend, they stopped by the Han River to enjoy some ice cream. Their fingers intertwined without them really noticing and remained that way for several minutes until they headed back to the penthouse.
“Could be,” Zoey concluded. “We were outdoors…”
The silence hung between them for a moment. Neither spoke a word; they simply stared into the void. Fear had crept into the room, shattering the little peace they had left.
Zoey wanted to say something, to murmur that everything would be all right, but what if it wasn’t? What if this was the end?
Her chest ached—could it really be happening?
Would things just stay like this after everything that has happened?
Suddenly, the room felt unbearably small. She reached out for a hand—any hand—and her fingers found Mira's, who gently stroked her skin.
“Love, don't freak out,” Mira pleaded. She took Zoey's hand and kissed it gently. “It's all going to be okay.”
Zoey could feel the tension hanging in the air; none of the three really knew what to do. So, they remained silent, staring into space, lost in thought, occasionally murmuring aloud.
As day turned to night, they gradually began to tidy up. There was no point in staying there doing nothing.
Mira went to the studio, saying she would work on a song, while Rumi said she would try to improve the lyrics of another.
Zoey ended up back on the couch, her fingers scrolling across her phone screen as she searched for more information about that Dispatch story.
The deeper she delved into Twitter, the more she felt that everything was about to unravel. The evidence was right there—more than she cared to admit: a thread contained proof of a possible “Rumira” relationship, referring to Rumi and Mira. There was also evidence that Zoey had been watching the girls.
She sighed, scrolling through image after image, along with screenshots and even videos. It was a nightmare—she didn’t know what she would do or what would become of them if everything were to come out.
Before she knew it, it was past two in the morning. Zoey decided it was time to log off and get some rest; worrying wouldn’t get her anywhere.
She went to take a shower and complete her bedtime routine. As soon as she entered the bedroom, she paused and smiled.
Mira and Rumi were already asleep, cuddled together under the blanket. Seeing them like that warmed her heart; she wished they could always be this calm and close to her.
She was still smiling as she slipped into bed; they were used to weaving their way between each other’s bodies.
Their scents mingled with hers instantly. Zoey smiled, closing her eyes as she settled into the arms of the two women she loved.
The next day remained uncertain, but what mattered was that they would face whatever came—together.
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Zoey woke up feeling warmth on her face.
She opened her eyes to sunlight streaming through the bedroom window. For a moment, she lay still, taking in her surroundings until her gaze landed on Rumi and then Mira. The love in her heart swelled for an instant. She would do anything to protect them, even if it meant sacrificing her career as a rapper.
With a sigh, she sat up in bed and then followed the same path she had taken the night before, slipping off the edge of the mattress.
Yawning, she went to the nightstand and picked up her phone.
And there it was.
The notification she had been dreading.
“Girls, wake up!” Zoey called as she walked back to the bed. “Rumi, Mira… Dispatch just dropped the couple.”
That last word seemed to wake her girlfriends. They stirred faster than she thought possible, and then Zoey sat on the bed between her beloveds.
The phone lay among them like a bomb about to explode. Zoey glanced at the other two, who nodded in agreement.
Zoey took a deep breath and clicked on the notification.
The Dispatch website seemed to take forever to load, and when it finally did, the three of them stared at the names displayed on the screen.
“What?” Rumi was the first to speak.
“No way!” Mira blurted, snatching the phone from Zoey’s hand and scrolling through the article. “My God!”
Rumi was next to take the phone, her eyes scanning every word. Unlike Mira, she showed no reaction and simply handed the phone back to Zoey.
Zoey skimmed the article once more, carefully reading every word and examining the photos.
She couldn’t believe it.
When she finished, she locked her phone and tossed it onto the bed.
Then, she laughed.
Zoey couldn’t help herself—a loud, genuine laugh burst from her.
Soon, Mira started laughing too, and then Rumi joined in.
Zoey fell backward—or was pulled down; she wasn’t sure—but her body landed on the mattress, her face close to the phone she had just thrown aside.
Suddenly, lips pressed against hers, and others grazed her neck.
But she was still laughing.
And perhaps she continued laughing for a long time.
She pushed the phone farther away and allowed herself to enjoy a proper, sweet breakfast served right there in bed.
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