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“Are you listening, Yuyu?” Wooyoung asked for the - at least - third time that evening.
Yunho was home alone almost every afternoon as her parents had to work overtime. It’s not like she hated it. Sure, she sometimes does miss their presence, but having the chance to bring Wooyoung over without them asking uncomfortable questions or judging her, was even better.
They’d been friends for over two years now, and Woo had always been open about liking women.
“Bro, have you seen how cute that girl is?! I need to get her number, oh my god…” Followed by a panicking and joyful Wooyoung, was pretty much part of their usual interaction when they were outside.
Even if she had never told Yunho about her sexuality - which she was grateful for nonetheless - she would’ve taken a guess for the way she looks.
No straight teenage woman has a short dyed mullet, piercings, wears jorts and caps on a daily basis - at least that’s what she thought.
“Oh, right, sorry…” She mumbled as she lifted her gaze to try and maintain eye contact once and for all.
Yunho was raised in a catholic household, so of course she was thought being gay was a sin. And she believed that, until Wooyoung tried to explain otherwise. Even if it that didn’t change her whole perspective, it did make her slightly more open minded.
However, she would never date a woman. She’d only dated one man in her life and she expected to marry one as well. Because that was right.
Or that was what she thought.
Recently, she found herself feeling more restless and nervous when being around Wooyoung, specially since she cut her hair shorter and that gave her a more masculine look.
At first she hoped it’d be just because of that - maybe she perceived her as a man by mistake - but things got worse this afternoon.
Wooyoung came over, as usual, but today she was wearing a slightly lower neck shirt. Which shouldn’t be that much of an issue but for some reason Yunho couldn’t get her eyes off the lace bra that peaked underneath.
“You seem really distracted today, is everything fine, baby?” Wooyoung leaned impossibly closer to inspection her face, which she cupped between her slim hands.
”I- yes, I’m- I’m fine…” Yunho couldn’t help how flustered she felt by the whole situation and Wooyoung being so close she could recall every single line on her lips… it wasn’t helping.
She tried to push her away but instead of letting go, Wooyoung threw herself over Yunho to snuggle her up on the couch.
She just intended to tease her and make her feel better, that’s why she got so shocked at hearing a soft moan coming from underneath her body.
She raised herself to have a better look at Yunho and couldn’t help but chuckle when she saw her all red from the cheeks to the ears and covering her mouth.
“Wooyoung, I’m sorry, it’s not-“
As Yunho spoke Woo came to realize her hand was resting on her waist so she tightened her grip out of curiosity. In fact, she was right - that was what had gotten Yunho so worked up - as the same sound was emitted yet now a little louder as the touch was intentionally stronger.
“Yunyun, my eyes are up here.” Whilst covering her mouth, Yunho couldn’t help but alternate her attention between her friends bra and the way the position she was in left little to the imagination, as her shirt was pulled down by gravity - never did she thank science so much.
Wooyoung’s comment did nothing to make the flushing go away. What’s more, it made something around Yunho’s intestines twitch.
After taking a deep breath, with a courage that not even her knew where it came from, Wooyoung lowered her head towards Yunho again and whispered.
“I’ll stop if you ask me to.”
And before she could answer, Yunho already felt Wooyoung’s wet lips press into hers.
And it felt sweet yet toxic at the same time.
Because she knew this was wrong. Because she shouldn’t be enjoying this. Because she shouldn’t be feeling her panties wet by a simple kiss.
And yet she wanted nothing more but to be taken away from everything by Wooyoung. And yet she wanted nothing more but to be loved by her. And yet she wanted nothing more but for her tongue to be in every inch of her body.
So she didn’t pull away, and she didn’t ask for Wooyoung to stop.
They just deepened the kiss as Yunho felt tears down her cheeks and thought:
I’m sorry, but as long as I’ve got her, going to hell will be worth it. As long as it’s her, I will endure getting my soul filthy. Because this moment with her feels more like freedom than nothing else ever will.