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“Chaeyoung is sooooo cuuuute!” Jihyo commented on her friend’s Instagram post of a dance challenge she uploaded with their mutual friend, Momo.
Well, Momo was a bit more than a friend. Maybe. Possibly? Hopefully. But to be honest, Jihyo didn’t exactly know how to frame what she shared with Momo, other than intense attraction. That and enough awkward encounters to invite incessant teasing from their friends.
One look at Momo, and it was easy to understand how a girl could get so easily flustered. Her shoulder-length, red-brown hair framed her perfect face, with bright brown eyes and pouty pink lips. As a dance instructor, she often wore sweatpants with crop tops, showing off her well-defined abs, or oversized jerseys like in the video she just watched. Again.
While Chaeyoung’s youthful, adorable charm warmed Jihyo’s heart, Momo’s incredible dance skills, attitude, and physique warmed other parts of her. She licked her lips. Why the hell were they so dry?
Around the tenth time the video played, Jihyo realized her mistake. It was innocent enough. Truly. After all, Chaeyoung was so damn cute. As she typed, she dropped the phone. The video scrolled away, and by the time she picked it up and inspected it for damage, a notification sounded.
Jihyo’s heart pounded when she confirmed the red dot next to the heart emblem. She clicked it, taking her right back to the video that played on a loop just moments before.
She exhaled and read the simple message, “What about me??? ㅋㅋ” left under her comment on Chaeyoung’s video. Momo. Shit! How did she miss saying something, anything, about the woman who so captivated her?
Her heart drummed its way into her throat, and her hands trembled as she tucked her black hair behind her ear. She would deny the pink dusting on her cheeks if anyone else were in the room to notice. She looked at the scene frozen in place on her screen, at the woman on the right who worked her way into Jihyo’s thoughts more than she was comfortable admitting.
She smiled devilishly as she responded, “ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ You…! You’re! cute too...ㅎ 🩵Momo is handsome and cool.🩵”
There, that should make up for her mistake. She hoped. She giggled to herself. Momo wanted attention from her. Of this, she was now certain.
Jihyo stood and shuffled to the kitchen to make her favorite tea. She enjoyed a warm ginger peach oolong with a croissant she’d picked up at the market earlier. Just as she finished drinking it and washing her favorite ceramic mug, she heard her front door chime. She wasn’t expecting anyone and didn’t think she had any deliveries scheduled, either. She curiously checked the security feed by the door.
A woman. Reddish-brown, wavy locks. Gorgeous, much too relaxed face. A neat sweater vest over a long-sleeved shirt and jeans. A duffel bag on her right shoulder. All the confidence of a woman who knows what she wants.
Momo.
Jihyo thought the pounding of her heart would sound on the door, alerting the woman outside to her nearness. She steadied herself before opening it. Momo smirked. Jihyo’s knees went soft. It was a good thing Momo wrapped an arm around Jihyo’s waist as she stepped inside, dropping the duffel and letting the door shut behind her.
“Handsome, huh?” Momo asked, searching Jihyo’s umber eyes.
“Very,” Jihyo whispered. “And cute too.” The blush returned.
“You know, there are ways of getting my attention other than ignoring me,” Momo said, walking Jihyo back into the foyer wall. “Hands up.”
Before Jihyo was even sure what was happening, her hands were beside her head, her fingers against the cool wall, and her breathing was shallow. Her eyes were on Momo’s momentarily before they fell to those sweet-looking, rose-colored lips. She whined.
Momo chuckled, a low rumble in her chest. She licked her lips as she leaned in closer. “May I?” she asked, one hand now holding Jihyo’s wrist against the wall, the other lifting the shorter woman’s chin.
“God, yes,” Jihyo’s voice cracked embarrassingly.
“Mmmmm, you’re pretty cute too, you know,” Momo said, before taking Jihyo’s lips. The kiss was soft, exploratory, and gentle. Until it wasn’t. Their hunger drove them. As the kiss deepened, Jihyo’s hands came alive. She freed one to bury it in Momo’s hair, and the other grabbed the back of her sweater.
Jihyo got lost in the taste, scent, feel, and overwhelming presence of Momo. She was delirious. Her shirt moved, then she felt Momo’s hand directly against her skin. Electricity charged through her, causing her to tremble.
“Momo~” she mumbled against the other woman’s lips.
Momo’s answer was moving to place feathery kisses along her neck. Jihyo’s skin was a tempting canvas, but she didn’t mark it. Instead, a word rang in Momo’s mind that left her mouth and landed on Jihyo’s lips as she went in for another kiss. “Mine.”
There were no more lingering doubts.
Jihyo’s heavy eyelids widened. Tears dotted the corners of her eyes, and her breath caught. Her lips met Momo’s eagerly. “All yours,” she breathed.
They kissed until they were dizzy, tasting and touching each other. Momo held Jihyo close.
“Hey, pretty girl,” Momo said after a while, nuzzling Jihyo’s ear, causing her to giggle.
“Hey, handsome lady. My dream girl,” Jihyo replied, somewhat satisfied.
“Speaking of dreams,” Momo started. “Don’t you think it’s time to get up?”
Jihyo’s alarm sounded, rousing her from her comfortable slumber. It had been a while since she had that dream. She sighed and sat up so she wouldn’t fall back asleep. It was a gym day; she needed to get up. As she slipped out of bed, a hand covered her wrist.
“Don’t go, you’re warm.”
Jihyo smiled and looked back at the tousled hair, partial forehead, and one eye peeking out from under the covers. “I’m going to the gym. You know this.”
“I can work you out here.”
“I know you can. That’s why I’m sore,” Jihyo grinned and stretched as she stood. “You’re staring.”
“Babe, you’re naked. What else am I supposed to do?”
“Good point,” Jihyo giggled, turning toward the bathroom. She heard the bed creak, then felt Momo’s warmth against her back and a kiss on her cheek. “Coming with?”
“Yeah~ Gotta do my part to stay handsome for my girl,” Momo said, walking past her, reaching the walk-in closet in their en suite first. Unable to resist, Jihyo open-handedly smacked Momo’s ass when she walked into the closet. “Ouch?”
“You liked it!” Jihyo laughed, slipping into her gym clothes and kissing Momo’s pout away.
“Maybe,” Momo said with a mischievous grin.
“Plans after this?” Jihyo asked, running her hands over her girlfriend’s abs.
“Chaeyoung’s coming over to plan content for next quarter. After she leaves, let’s talk about your dream.”
“Oh?” Jihyo asked. Her mind and body tingling at the memory that replayed in her dream of the day, a little over a year ago, when Momo showed up unexpectedly.
“I know you were dreaming about me. I just want to know what it was about,” Momo said, wiggling her eyebrows, making them both laugh.
Jihyo’s expressive eyes and vibrant smile captured Momo’s heart as Jihyo stared at her with an adoration born from appreciation and affection. She placed her arms around Momo’s neck, clasping her hands behind her head. Momo’s hands settled on Jihyo’s butt and squeezed gently.
“Hey!”
“You liked it,” Momo grinned, kissing the mole on the tip of her nose.
“I did,” Jihyo said. “I dreamed about an adorable little, one-strawberry-tall dancer and our mutual, super hot friend who felt left out.”
“Ah, back there again?”
Jihyo nodded. “I can’t help it, Baby. You’re just so damn cute. C’mon, let’s go.”
