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If there's anything Jiseok is good at, it’s getting herself caught up in situations.
It’s not like she ever intended to do it! It’s just a byproduct of being cursed with such a hyperactive brain; sometimes she’d leap well before she ever even had the thought to look. At least the fallout of her severe lack of foresight never affected anybody other than herself, leaving Jiseok to reap what she sowed with her tail tucked between her legs, all while nobody was ever the wiser. Sometimes Jooyeon would be in the loop enough to point and laugh at her, but the only one actually dealing with the consequences would always be Jiseok.
Until now, at least.
Usually, Jiseok is far from being the kind to juggle talking to more than one girl on a dating app at a time. Sure, it was normal for other people to have multiple ‘talking stages’ going at the same time. There’s nothing wrong with that at all! But for somebody like Jiseok, it just felt disingenuous. She already had a hard enough time trying to pay attention to the world around her as it was, why should she thin her attention span even further over multiple romantic interests at once?
Jiseok is mid-conversation with the latest focus of her attention, a girl named Jungsu – they’d moved off of chatting within the dating app at this point – when a notification altering Jiseok of a new ‘like’ on her profile slides down across the top of her screen. She taps it entirely on autopilot; even if she didn’t like entertaining more than one woman at a time, her curiosity always got the better of her. It’d take two seconds, just a quick scroll through the profile and then Jiseok can get back to the pretty girl waiting on her.
What a mistake. Jiseok is faced with one of the most beautiful women she’d ever seen – not that Jungsu wasn’t gorgeous either! But this girl, Gunil, perfectly filled the gaps in Jiseok’s type that Jungsu alone couldn’t quite reach. Where Jungsu was tall and pretty and carried herself with an air of catlike teasing – which Jiseok loved, don’t get her wrong – Gunil was a bit more on the butch side, yet in every single photo her face made her look like a sad little hamster. It sparked an intense wave of cuteness aggression in Jiseok, she wanted nothing more than to reach through the screen and give Gunil an exceptionally late case of shaken baby syndrome.
The height Gunil had listed was somewhat on the shorter side, sure – but she was still just taller than Jiseok, so it was okay. It was more than okay when further down the page, there’s a photo of Gunil seated behind an expensive drum kit, obviously taken mid-song. She’s wearing a muscle tee, showing off the defined muscles of her arms. A little short, sure, but definitely more than strong enough to be able to throw somebody around – Jiseok has to wipe the back of her hand across her mouth to make sure she wasn’t drooling.
Any apprehension Jiseok held about the almost nonexistent height difference goes straight out the window the moment she zeroes in on Gunil’s age. She’s older – not by a few months like with Jungsu, but a few years. It’s not an extraordinary age gap by any means, but it's still enough to send Jiseok’s mind into overdrive. So she likes older women, sue her! Everybody has a type!! Jiseok’s type just so happens to be the one that lets her capitalize on calling pretty girls ‘Unnie’.
Jiseok knows she should hit the little ‘not interested’ button in the bottom left corner of her screen. She’s talking to Jungsu, she shouldn’t be thinking about more than one person at a time. Despite this, Jiseok just… can’t bring herself to do it, her thumb shaking a little where it’s hovering over the ‘X’. A well-timed message from Jungsu manages to break Jiseok from her stalemate, swiping away from the dating app to respond.
She could deal with the Gunil situation later.
Later ends up being much sooner than expected – that very same night, in fact. Jiseok finds herself staring at Gunil’s profile again, unable to sleep. The blue light from her phone’s screen probably isn’t helping, but still… Jiseok wouldn’t rest until the afterimage of Gunil’s perfectly curated page was burned into her retinas, apparently.
Jiseok tries talking herself up to do it; repeating a mantra of ‘just hit reject and move on’, but the anticipation of the unknown only serves to stop her every time she gets close. She could always just keep Gunil’s profile in her list of prospective matches, right? She and Jungsu weren’t anywhere near official – they hadn’t even gone on their first date yet – it’d be a good idea to keep a foot in the proverbial door just in case things didn’t work out between the two of them.
That presents a new problem though, in not knowing how long it’d be until that happened, if it even did. Accepting Gunil’s match anywhere from weeks to months later would be nothing short of embarrassing, there’s only so much time before the ‘I just hadn’t checked the app in a while, sorry!’ excuse would stop being socially acceptable.
Jiseok eventually reaches her breaking point, muttering ‘fuck it’ into the quiet of her dark bedroom – if other people could handle talking to multiple people at once, why couldn’t she? Jiseok hits the ‘match’ button and shoots off a message acknowledging Gunil’s drumming photo and asking what bands she’s into, before promptly locking her phone and rolling over to sleep.
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Jiseok doesn’t regret her decision to match with Gunil at all, the older woman ends up being an absolute delight to talk to. She’s funny, and she’s into the same bands Jiseok is a fan of, and through her messages she dotes on Jiseok the exact way she likes – even readily accepting Jiseok’s near-immediate request to call her 'Unnie’. If Jiseok could mash both Gunil and Jungsu together as if they were Frankenstein’s monster, they’d easily create the perfect woman.
The very moment Gunil asks Jiseok to go on a date she jumps to accept, honestly if Jiseok had a tail it’d probably be wagging from the sheer excitement of it all. It’s only when they’d finalized the plans – Gunil suggested getting dinner at a restaurant she claims has ‘the best burgers on earth’ for that coming Saturday – that a single message has Jiseok’s world crumbling around her.
[ Jungsu ]
Hey, just checking that we’re still good for this Saturday?
Shit.
Jiseok was so excited about the prospect of meeting Gunil that she didn’t even realize she had double booked. At least, not entirely – her minigolf date with Jungsu had been decided for the afternoon to avoid the evening crowds. Two dates in one day, though…
Jiseok’s severe lack of foresight had her turning to the last place she’d ever willingly go for advice: her best friend.
“Oh my god, you’re so stupid!” Jooyeon cackles the moment Jiseok lets her in on the predicament she’d found herself in over the phone.
“Shut up, you think I don’t know that already?” Jiseok groans, sprawled out on her bedroom floor with Jooyeon on speaker by her head. “I don’t know what to do…”
“Just tell the one who asked second you forgot you already had plans and postpone, easy.”
Jiseok frowns, her bottom lip sticking out in a pout. “I wanna meet Unnie so bad, though…”
“Then tell the other one you need to postpone,” even if she can’t see her, Jiseok knows Jooyeon just gave a dismissive shrug, punctuating it with the obnoxious crunch of a potato chip. “You obviously have a preference.”
“I don’t have a preference, I like them both the same!” Jiseok’s so offended she bolts to sit up, hoping Jooyeon can feel the intensity of her glare over the radio waves. “Besides, I’ve been talking to Jungsu longer, our schedules just didn’t line up until now.”
“Dude, I don’t know what you’re expecting me to do here.”
“You could at least comfort me through my misery?”
“Ew, no. That’s gay.”
Jiseok sighs, “I wish I could just go out with both of them.”
“Why can’t you?” Jooyeon says. In the background, Jiseok can hear the sound effects that come with clicking around the League launcher – Jooyeon must be getting bored now that Jiseok wasn’t whining so much. “You said the dates were happening at different times, right?”
“Doing that feels kinda…”
“If you’re not gonna postpone on either of them, you don’t really have any other choice. Just tell the afternoon one you have to leave by a certain time, it’s not like it's a lie.”
“Hiding the truth like that is a dick move, Joo.”
“Should’ve thought about that before you decided to try and get two girlfriends,” the sudden increase in clicking from Jooyeon’s mouse and keyboard served as the final nail in Jiseok’s coffin, it was only a matter of seconds before Jooyeon’s focus would be entirely on the match she’d so rudely put herself in while on the phone. “Like, leave some for the rest of us, damn.”
“They’re not my girlfriends!” Jiseok hisses. “I hate you so much.”
“Love you too, Jiseokie.” Jooyeon punctuates the statement with an obnoxious kiss directly into the mic, which has Jiseok cringing. “Buy me Pokémon cards as thanks for my help.”
“Absolutely not, you didn’t do shit.” Jiseok doesn’t wait for a response or even say goodbye before she’s hanging up, cutting Jooyeon off mid-laugh.
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Jungsu is nothing short of perfect in real life. She’s everything Jiseok had been hoping for – tall, pretty, and the way she loved to tease Jiseok over text carried through to real life, too. There wasn’t anything shy about her, the moment she’d spotted Jiseok at the entrance to the minigolf place she’d happily trotted over, brushing her fingers under Jiseok’s chin to coax her into looking up so she could plant a quick little peck on her lips.
The teasing carries on through the entire game, taking any opportunity she could to drape herself over Jiseok’s back, brushing it off as ‘correcting her form’.
“You’re overthinking, Jiseokie,” Jungsu would whisper, her breath warm against Jiseok’s ear as she wrapped her arms around her waist from behind. “Why are you so tense? It’s just a game.”
“You’re cheating,” Jiseok hisses through her teeth, swinging her putter and, pathetically, missing the ball entirely.
“Maybe you need some sort of motivator to play properly, hm?” Jungsu says, finally pulling away from Jiseok. “How about this, the loser has to pay for dinner.”
Dinner. Right. Jiseok’s impending dinner date with Gunil was looming over her head the entire time, the pressure only becoming more and more intense the longer her date with Jungsu wore on. Before meeting with Jungsu, Jiseok had been counting her lucky stars that the minigolf place was within walking distance of the restaurant Gunil had invited her to, so she wouldn’t have to call the end of the date uncomfortably early. It was perfect!
Actually being in Jungsu’s presence, though, threw a spanner in Jiseok’s perfectly curated plans entirely. Jiseok liked her so much, it almost felt like it’d be a crime to part ways. Now that Jungsu had brought up the prospect of dinner, it was clear she was feeling the same way about Jiseok, too.
Pulling her phone out of her pocket to sneak a look at the time, it felt like the universe was mocking her. The bold numbers read 5:40 PM – less than an hour until Jiseok is supposed to be meeting with Gunil. And, just below that, a notification from the woman herself; a quick little ‘looking forward to tonight, see you soon!’ only served to drive the metaphorical knife deeper.
Jiseok is, frankly put, absolutely fucked. She needed to come up with something to say to Jungsu, some sort of excuse to let her down softly without inadvertently sending a message that Jiseok didn’t want to see her again, because she very much did.
Just not tonight.
Looking back up and meeting Jungsu’s eyes, though, has every lame string of words dying on Jiseok’s tongue. Jungsu was practically glowing with genuine interest – she laughed at all of Jiseok’s terrible jokes, she was happily sharing a strawberry mimosa from the bar with her, and… she was currently winning. By a wide margin, too. If Jiseok pulled out now, it’d make her look like she didn’t want to treat Jungsu, and that was just as much of a crime as accidentally-kind-of two-timing her was.
Internally cursing herself out, Jiseok slides her phone back into her pocket. She sends a mental apology to Gunil for standing her up – she’d just have to find a moment to shoot a message her way and hope that whatever excuse she came up with was at least a little bit believable, and didn’t totally ruin any chance she had with the drummer.
Jiseok, of course, loses horrifically. She’d tried to pull herself together enough to try and at least catch up to Jungsu’s lead, but the problem with golf scoring was that the lower the number, the better you were. Even if she’d somehow managed to score nothing but hole-in-ones for the rest of the course, Jiseok would only be able to prove victorious if Jungsu suddenly became god awful at the game herself.
“That’s game, Jiseokie,” Jungsu chirps, leaning her putter against her hip and holding out a hand for Jiseok’s scorecard. “And since I absolutely crushed you, I’d like to cash in my prize as soon as possible.”
That was it, then – there’s no way Jiseok would be able to try and negotiate her way into treating Jungsu to dinner some other night.
“I’m a woman of my word,” Jiseok relents, patting around the pockets of her cargo jeans in search of her phone. “Let me just… check my messages real quick?”
“No phones!” Jungsu laughs, playfully snatching Jiseok’s wrist before she could get a firm grasp on the device. She trails her hand down, interlacing her fingers with Jiseok’s own. “You’ve been distracted all afternoon, I want your attention on me. Okay?”
Jiseok finds herself nodding like a broken bobblehead toy, more than happy to be dragged along by a beautiful woman. Seriously, Jungsu could’ve presented her with a collar and leash and Jiseok would’ve accepted her fate just as easily. Being kidnapped by Jungsu was the dream, really – if it weren’t for the fact that she was currently standing up a second beautiful woman just a few blocks away.
Jiseok doesn’t even process where they were walking, too lost in her head trying to figure out how she was supposed to handle the Gunil side of her day. Maybe she could say her phone died? Stupid excuse, you can get pre-charged powerbanks everywhere. Jiseok really didn't want to lie to Gunil as it was, but the truth wasn’t exactly nice either.
All the while Jungsu is leading her down a bustling side street, the neon signs of the city center beginning to flicker to life as twilight settled in. Jiseok walks squarely into Jungsu’s back when she comes to a sudden stop, letting out a little oof with the collision.
“It’s this place right here,” Jungsu says, her eyes sparkling. “They have the best burgers on earth.”
The blood drains from Jiseok’s face so fast she feels lightheaded. The best burgers on earth. Those had been Gunil’s exact words when she shared the name of the restaurant she wanted to take Jiseok to. Her eyes snap up towards the signage above the door and, sure enough, the universe was out to get her. Jungsu had dragged her to the same place she was supposed to be meeting Gunil.
As soon as they’re inside Jiseok instinctively ducks her head, trying to hide behind Jungsu’s taller form as if she was some sort of human shield. She prayed to every god that might have been listening that Gunil was running late, or that there was perhaps another place that specialized in burgers in the area with the exact same name. Really, Jiseok should’ve known better by now.
Peeking out from behind Jungsu’s shoulder, Jiseok’s eyes scan the entire room with a mantra of ‘don’t be here don’t be here please don’t be here’ looping in her head. There, in a booth in the far corner, sat the other woman of Jiseok’s dreams.
Fuck, Gunil looked incredible. She was wearing a leather jacket over a simple white tee, her hair styled perfectly, looking every bit the cool older woman Jiseok had been obsessing over for the past week and a half. She was in the middle of checking her phone, a sweet, pouty little frown on her face that made Jiseok feel like crying.
I have to leave, she thinks, her knees shaking. I’ll jump out the bathroom window. It’s the only way.
Before Jiseok could even make a move toward her escape, Jungsu’s voice rings out across the restaurant, bright and clear.
“Gunil! Fancy seeing you here!”
Jiseok freezes. Her soul practically leaves her body, watching in slow-motion as Gunil’s head snaps up, her eyes widening the moment she spots the two of them together. Jiseok’s completely helpless, Jungsu unknowingly dragging her across the restaurant to her doom.
They know each other, Jiseok realizes, her brain finally clicking back into gear. Oh god, they’re friends. I’ve tried to date two friends at the same time. This is it. This is how I die.
Seeing the two of them approach, Gunil’s expression shifts from the heartbroken pout of somebody who’d been stood up, to something Jiseok couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t anger or hurt like she’d expected, it could barely even be considered surprise. She almost looked… amused.
“Jungsu-yah,” Gunil says, her voice low and sweet in a way that made Jiseok’s heart stop momentarily. “I didn’t realize you and Jiseok knew each other?”
Jungsu doesn’t miss a single beat, tightening her grip on Jiseok’s hand, swinging their joined arms as if she was showing off a prize. “Unnie, Jiseokie and I have been talking for weeks! I totally destroyed her at minigolf today, so now she's treating me to dinner,” Jungsu beams, leaning her head affectionately against Jiseok’s own. “We’re on a date.”
The silence that followed Jungsu’s declaration hit Jiseok like a semi-truck, especially knowing that Gunil didn’t just so happen to be at this very restaurant by chance. This was the moment Gunil was supposed to get angry and storm out, leaving Jiseok to explain everything to a very confused Jungsu. Who would, of course, get angry and storm out too.
Instead, Gunil lets out a melodic hum, leaning forward to prop her chin up on her palm. “Ah, that’s interesting,” she says, her tone not giving any indication to how she was feeling about the whole ordeal. “I was supposed to be meeting Jiseokie for a date, too. Right now, actually.”
Jiseok tries to tug her hand away from Jungsu, fully intending to run away with her tail between her legs, but Jungsu’s grip doesn’t loosen one bit. Jiseok sputters, her eyes darting between the two women she’d accidentally two-timed, desperately trying to string enough words together to offer up at least some form of explanation. She settles for dropping into a full ninety-degree bow, no doubt looking absolutely ridiculous in the middle of the restaurant.
“Unnie, I’m so sorry! I’m not trying to play you – either of you – but I accidentally double booked and I wanted to see both of you so bad I couldn’t bring myself to ask either of you to postpone—”
“Jiseokie,” Jungsu tries to interrupt, a laugh in her voice, but it goes completely unnoticed by Jiseok.
“I didn’t mean to stand you up, either, but Jungsu didn’t want our date to end and I didn’t want our date to end either, but I couldn’t get the opportunity to text you and now we’re here and I’m sorry—”
“Jiseok!” Jungsu is more successful this time, using where their hands are joined to yank Jiseok back into standing at her full height. “Why are you acting like this is a bad thing?”
“Because it… is?” Jiseok’s eyes dart between Jungsu, who is looking at Jiseok like she’s the most precious little thing in the world, and Gunil, who is hiding her giggles behind her hand.
“It’s perfect, actually,” Jungsu says, her catlike eyes sparkling again. “Why don’t we just turn this into a double date instead?”
“A… double date?” Jiseok echoes, her eyebrows drawing together in confusion. “Jungsu, you know what a double date is, right? It’s two couples. As in, four people, there’s only three of us?”
Jungsu steps closer, invading Jiseok’s personal space. “You’re so silly. In this case, the ‘double’ just means that Gunilie and I are both on a date with you. At the same time.”
Jiseok blinks, her brain short-circuiting. She turns her head slowly, looking at Gunil with wide, pleading eyes. Surely the mature, sensible eldest would put a stop to Jungsu’s madness. Surely she’d see how ridiculous the proposition – scratch that, the entire ordeal was.
“Unnie, you don’t have to agree to this,” Jiseok mutters, her voice trembling a little. “I can just… go. I’ll pay for your dinner – both of your dinners – and never speak to either of you ever again.”
Gunil didn’t look offended by Jungsu’s offer. In fact, she looked like she was having the time of her life. She reached out, lightly patting the empty spot on the vinyl bench right next to her.
“Actually,” Gunil starts, her gaze locking onto Jiseok. “I think it’s a fantastic idea. I’ve been waiting for tonight all week, surely you don’t want to disappoint me now?” She gives the seat another firm pat, the corners of her usually droopy eyes pointing up with her grin. “Sit down, Jiseok. Unless you’re scared you can’t handle both of us?”
The challenging tone in Gunil’s voice dealt the final blow. Jiseok, cursed to be born with a brain that could never say no to a beautiful woman – let alone two – felt her resolve crumble to dust within an instant. She slides into the booth next to Gunil, immediately feeling the warmth of the older woman’s side against her own. Jungsu practically bounces into the seat opposite them, leaning her chin on her hands and beaming like she’d just won the lottery.
“Great!” Jungsu chirps, waving down a waiter. “Since Jiseokie is the one paying, I think we should start with the extra-large appetizer platter. Right, Gunilie?”
“Absolutely,” Gunil agrees, her hand sliding under the table to rest firmly on Jiseok’s thigh.
For what may have sounded like absolute heaven to the Jiseok from a mere week ago, the situation is quickly proving to be her own personal hell. Being caught between Jungsu, who is busy regaling Gunil with a play-by-play of Jiseok’s pathetic minigolf performance, and Gunil, whose thumb is beginning to draw slow, agonizing circles where her palm has made a home on Jiseok’s leg… she can’t even begin to get her head screwed on straight.
Any hopes that she’d finally have a moment to breathe when the food started coming out are quickly squashed. It’s like the arrival unlocks a new level of doting from Gunil, the hand that’d been resting on her thigh migrating to now wrap around Jiseok’s waist, tugging her even closer into Gunil’s side.
“You should eat, Jiseokie, you’re so small.” Gunil says, holding a waffle cut fry up to Jiseok’s mouth. She doesn’t break eye contact when Jiseok parts her lips, biting off only half of the offered snack. Instantly, Gunil pops the other half into her own mouth, chewing happily.
What the hell.
Across from them, Jiseok hears Jungsu click her tongue. Jiseok assumes that she’d finally hit her breaking point after bearing witness to such a brazen display, only to reach across the table and swipe her thumb along the corner of Jiseok’s mouth. “You need to be more careful, Gunilie. You're making a mess of the baby.”
Jiseok watches, entranced, as Jungsu sticks her thumb in her mouth to clean up whatever trace of sauce she’d cleaned from Jiseok’s face.
What the Hell.
Dinner continues with much of the same behaviour, Jiseok constantly left floundering between the two women who were vying for her attention. Between bites Jungsu would mention how cute Jiseok looked when she was frustrated playing golf, to which Gunil would counter by mentioning how much she liked Jiseok’s taste in music.
They’re fighting over me, Jiseok thinks, her face a permanent shade of beet-red. They’re literally trying to win me like I’m some sort of prize.
The thought alone was as exhilarating as it was terrifying. Every time Jiseok would respond to Jungsu’s bright, sharp wit, Gunil would pull her back with a low-voiced murmur directly into her ear. And when Jiseok found herself relaxing into Gunil’s hold, Jungsu decided to off-handedly mention how she’d already managed to plant a quick little kiss on Jiseok earlier that day.
By the time the check had been settled – leaving Jiseok’s wallet feeling significantly lighter and her head significantly heavier – the trio stepped out into the cool night air. The city was alive around them, but Jiseok’s entire focus was tuned in solely on the women she found herself sandwiched between.
Jungsu pulls ahead slightly only to turn around, walking backwards with effortless grace, her eyes locked on the youngest. “So, Jiseokie… I’ve had a lot of fun with you today, and I think it’s fair to say Gunil feels the same,” she says, a sly smile taking over her features. “I really don’t want it to end, though I suppose it’s up to you to decide which of us you want to go home with.”
Jiseok stops dead in her tracks, Gunil’s arm coming to wrap around her waist serving as the only thing grounding her to reality. Choose? She had to choose?
Option A was Jungsu – the vibrant, cunning girl who’d given Jiseok a chaste kiss the moment they’d met, leaving her wanting more the entire day. But choosing her meant rejecting Gunil, and the thought of being the catalyst for seeing that ‘sad hamster’ look on her face made Jiseok’s heart ache with physical pain.
Option B was Gunil – the unnie of Jiseok’s dreams, strong and steady and doting. Choosing Gunil, though, meant turning her back on the spark she’d spent weeks nurturing through countless conversations with Jungsu.
Option C was finding a hole to crawl into and die. Currently, looking very attractive.
“I… I can’t,” Jiseok stammers, her eyes darting between the two of them. “I like you both, this isn’t fair! I don’t want to choose, please don’t make me choose—”
Gunil lets out a soft laugh, reaching out with her free hand to take one of Jungsu’s. With a look that was nothing short of soft and deeply familiar, she lifts the limb to her face, turning it with a practiced motion to press a lingering kiss to the sensitive skin of Jungsu’s inner wrist.
Jiseok couldn’t do anything but stand there and blink, desperately trying – and failing – to process what she’d just witnessed.
“Stop tormenting her, Jungsu-yah, you’ll break her.” Gunil whispers, though her gaze stays locked on Jiseok the entire time. “It was a trick question, Jiseokie.”
“A trick…?”
“No matter who you chose,” Gunil explains, interlacing her fingers with Jungsu’s and pulling the taller girl closer, “if you wanted to go home with one of us, you’d be going home with both of us anyway.”
Jiseok’s hyperactive brain practically goes into overdrive trying to process the information. Two people, yet no matter which she chose, it’d still lead back to the same place.
“Oh!” Jiseok exclaims, her eyes widening when the pieces finally fell into place. “You guys are roommates! Man, what a crazy coincidence, what are the odds that I’d match with two girls who live together, huh?”
Jungsu doubles over with laughter, a bright, melodic sound that echoes down the quiet side street. When she rights herself, Jungsu reaches out, pinching Jiseok’s cheek.
“Oh, Jiseokie, you really are the silliest girl I’ve ever met,” Jungsu says, her eyes shining with affection. She pulls Gunil closer, tucking herself into the older woman’s side in a way that could only be born from years of practice. “We aren’t just roommates, you dummy. We’ve been together for three years.”
“Together?” Jiseok questions, tilting her head as if she was a confused puppy. “Like… together together?”
“Bingo,” Gunil confirms, beaming. “Jungsu saw your profile first, but we both thought you were so cute, we just couldn’t pass you up.”
“And then when you accidentally double booked us, instead of correcting you, we figured it’d be more fun to play around with you a little instead.” Jungsu leans forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “it was all Unnie’s idea, actually.”
Jungsu splutters, Gunil having elbowed her in the side for airing out her dirty laundry. You’d never know she’d done it, though, given the placid expression painted on her face. Jiseok stood there, the cool night air suddenly feeling a lot warmer, her eyes darting between the two women who were looking at her with a shared expression of affection and… something else.
“So,” Gunil says, tugging on Jiseok’s belt loop to draw her closer. “The offer still stands. Do you want to come home with us?”
“You guys are ganging up on me,” Jiseok mumbles with a pout. “You’re so mean.”
“I’m not hearing a no!” Jungsu cheers, breaking away from Gunil to loop one of her arms through Jiseok’s own. Gunil mirrors her girlfriend on Jiseok’s other side, though she reaches down to twine their hands together.
Jiseok sighs, though there isn’t an ounce of vitriol in it. “Lead the way, unnies.”