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As the key turned in the lock, Yoona hesitated. Through the wood, she could already hear those familiar footsteps. It had been a long, shitty day. First, that leather jacket she had been eyeing for weeks sold out. Then came the useless droning of her manager during the afternoon meeting, followed by a client she had to play peacemaker for. Reports had piled up until she was drowning in paperwork, and to top it all off, her shoelaces had come undone in the middle of a packed subway. It felt like a dozen invisible wires were tightening around her nerves, ready to snap at any second.
Yoona pushed the door open. Sure enough, her girlfriend, Bae Jinsol, was standing there with a smile so bright it was almost annoying. She was still in her work clothes and holding some neatly wrapped package but Yoona couldn't care less about whatever was inside.
"Hey." Yoona’s voice dropped without her even trying. She kicked her shoes off with a tired sigh.
"Yoona? You okay?"
Jinsol’s voice was soft as ever with that slightly clingy and sweet tone. It only made Yoona feel more irritable.
"I'm fine."
Yoona snapped then walked straight into the living room. She didn’t want to take her frustrations out on Jinsol, but she couldn't help the edge in her tone. She tossed her bag onto the sofa and yanked at her tie.
Jinsol followed. Yoona heard her quietly tidying up her things and setting the wrapped package on the table.
"Rough day at the office?"
"Just the usual bullshit."
"Your face says otherwise."
Yoona turned around. Jinsol was standing behind the sofa, her hand pausing as she brushed a stray hair from her forehead. Her eyes were so sincere. That sincerity was actually harder to handle than everything else that had weighed her down all day. Those soft and worried eyes were the one weapon capable of breaking down Yoona’s defenses.
"I said I'm fine." Yoona looked away, finally ripping the tie off and draping it over the armrest. "Just an annoying day. That’s it."
Jinsol was quiet for a moment.
The soft pad of her footsteps approached and she sank onto the sofa next to Yoona.
"Can I do something for you? How about some Jinsol-style special fries for a gloomy day? Or I could show you what I bought. It’s that thing you wanted, the—"
"Jinsol." Yoona cut her off. Her voice trembled slightly. For some reason, the kindness made her want to burst into tears. "Can you just be quiet for a second? I don't even have the energy to talk right now."
A heavy silence followed. Yoona expected Jinsol to get hurt and pull away, that’s how it usually went. But the words that came next were completely unexpected.
"I get it. I’ll be quiet then." Jinsol’s voice was incredibly tender.
With that, Jinsol shifted, leaning back against the sofa and reaching out. She carefully slid her arm behind Yoona’s shoulders and pulled her into a hug.
"Don’t." Yoona said, trying to resist, but her body had already given up halfway.
"I'm not doing anything." Jinsol whispered. She didn't let go. Instead she pulled Yoona tighter against her chest. With her free hand, she guided Yoona’s head to rest on her shoulder. "Just relax. I'll stay quiet."
Yoona’s nose stung. The strength she needed to push Jinsol away evaporated. Like a collapsing building, she buried her face in Jinsol’s shoulder. The scent of their shared laundry detergent mixed with Jinsol’s warm skin hit her, bringing a sense of peace she couldn’t fight. All the exhaustion and anger from the day began to melt away in those familiar arms.
Jinsol silently rubbed Yoona’s back. Her palm moved slowly from the shoulder down to the small of her back and up again. No words. Just the sound of breathing and the faint rustle of her hand sliding over the fabric.
Yoona didn't know how long they sat like that. Her eyes started to get wet. She couldn't hold it in anymore.
"Today was fucking terrible." She croaked, her voice thick with suppressed sobs. "I really wanted that jacket. My boss is a total prick. That client was out of her mind... and even on the subway, my shoelace..."
The complaints poured out of her in a flood. Even the tiniest, pettiest things. Jinsol just nodded or offered a soft hum and listened intently. Occasionally she would murmur, "I see," but her hand never stopped moving on Yoona’s back.
Once she had emptied her heart, Yoona felt a bit ridiculous, but the weight on her chest had lifted. She let out a little laugh.
"I sound stupid, don't I? Crying over small stuff like this..."
"It’s not small." Jinsol interrupted. She stopped her hand and nudged Yoona back just enough to look her in the eye. When Yoona tried to look away, Jinsol hooked a finger under her chin and tilted it up. Her gaze was so so serious. "If it bothered you, it matters. Nothing you feel is small."
That almost set Yoona off again. She shook her head, fighting the tears and dove back into Jinsol’s shoulder.
"You're an idiot."
"Yeah, I'm your idiot." Yoona heard Jinsol’s soft chuckle before being pulled back into the embrace.
Yoona pressed her face deeper into Jinsol’s chest, breathing in her scent, soaking up her heat and her touch. Hearing those soft comforts slowly settled her soul.
Jinsol’s hand moved from her back to her hair. Her fingers raked through Yoona's scalp, a gentle massage that made her relax. Yoona also slid her own hand to Jinsol’s hip. She found the hem of Jinsol's shirt and slipped her hand underneath, touching bare skin.
Jinsol shivered slightly when Yoona’s palm hit the bare skin of her waist. "Cold," she murmured, though she didn't move to stop her.
"Shut up." Yoona whispered, giving her waist a playful pinch.
Jinsol let out a little giggle and Yoona felt her own lips curve upward. She tilted her head up to look at Jinsol’s jawline. It was sharp, but felt soft to the touch.
"Stop laughing." Yoona pouted.
"I’m not laughing." Jinsol still had a huge grin on her face. She planted a kiss on Yoona’s forehead. "Feeling better?"
No answer, Yoona just lifted her head higher to find Jinsol’s lips. She brushed against them lightly and Jinsol met her with total heat. Her lips were soft and sweet, making Yoona want to forget the world and just drown in them. Her hand traveled up Jinsol’s back to pull her closer by the neck.
The kiss deepened. Their breathing turned heavy as control started to slip. Fingers tangled in short hair. The wet sounds of their mouths meeting filled the quiet room. Yoona lost track of how many times they pulled apart only to dive back in, greedy for air and skin, until Jinsol finally broke away to pepper soft kisses on her nose, cheeks and eyelids.
The ticklish made Yoona laugh. "Hey, stop it."
"No." Jinsol murmured, her lips sliding down to Yoona’s neck. "Didn't you miss me today? I spent the whole day waiting to see you."
"Of course I did." Yoona chuckled.
"Then why were you so mean to me earlier?" Jinsol whined playfully against her skin.
"Because I needed to snap at someone to feel better."
"Wow, that's so unfair." Jinsol’s hot breath hit Yoona’s skin as she laughed. "But since I love you so much, I guess I'll let it slide."
Jinsol pulled Yoona’s collar aside and pressed a firmer kiss to the skin there, sucking gently.
"Be careful with that spot." Yoona gasped.
"Why? Your voice sounds pretty funny right now." Jinsol teased, knowing exactly what she was doing. She tightened her grip on Yoona’s waist and pulled their bodies closer.
Yoona leaned up to find Jinsol’s lips again. Hands slid deeper under the shirt, trailing up her spine. Without her even noticing, Jinsol’s hands had moved down to her hips, firmly gripping and squeezing her ass. Yoona let out a low moan into the kiss, giving in to Jinsol's touch.
"Yoona..." Jinsol whispered against her lips.
"What." Yoona replied breathlessly, sucking on Jinsol's bottom lip.
"You're not annoyed anymore, right?" Jinsol pulled back just an inch.
"Not quite yet." Yoona grabbed Jinsol’s hand and guided it toward the buttons of her own shirt. "Stopping now would actually make me feel much worse."
After a lot of heavy panting and their clothes being left in a wrinkled mess, Jinsol finally sat up, wearing a ridiculously innocent grin after everything they had just done.
"So, are you all better now?"
Looking at her face, Yoona couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Yeah, better now."
"I knew it. I'm so good at this." Jinsol said proudly, scrunching her nose in a way that was way too cute. Yoona reached out and gave it a pinch.
"Ouch.”
"Be quiet." Yoona buried her face back into Jinsol’s shoulder. "I'm hungry. Didn't you say you bought something?"
Jinsol suddenly remembered. She scrambled off the sofa and grabbed the package from earlier.
"It’s not the jacket you missed out on, but I bet you'll love it. Creamy pasta and a dessert that—"
Yoona leaned back against the sofa, watching Jinsol excitedly unwrap everything and explained this and that. The frustration of the long day still in her muscles but her soul felt light.
No, not just light, it felt warm and incredibly safe.
She pulled her legs up onto the cushion, watching Jinsol’s back as she hurried into the kitchen.
"Yoona, how many seconds do I microwave this for?"
"It’s probably on the package."
"What does this even mean...? Yoona, Yoona, come help me."
Yoona sighed with a smile and stood up, dragging her feet into the kitchen.
"Seriously, you're such an idiot." Yoona muttered. She stood behind Jinsol, wrapping her arms around her waist and resting her chin on her shoulder to look at the packaging.
Jinsol immediately beamed, leaning back into Yoona’s warmth.
"It says three to three and a half minutes." Yoona explained.
"Ohhh, got it. Thanks." Jinsol chirped, planting a quick kiss on Yoona’s cheek. "Let me heat this up and we can eat together."
Yoona chuckled, letting herself be taken care of.
She realized then that no matter how shitty a day could be, if she could come home to this, to Jinsol, she could handle anything.