[ Fanfic ] Junghee/Gwiboon: Mutual Attraction
Title: Mutual Attraction
Fandom: SHINee
Pairing: Junghee/Gwiboon
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Basically PWP
A/N: Written for my lovely yeobo, blingasaurus. Hope you like it, bb. ♥♥
Junghee had known Gwiboon since their freshman year of college. Three years later, Junghee thought she had the other girl figured out, thought that she understood what made her tick, what made her sigh, and even what made her need. There were aspects of Gwiboon that were mysterious, the way her eyes appeared to see everything, and yet care about almost nothing, the way that her brows arched when she looked at certain people, the way that she sometimes, with no warning at all, would show up and take Junghee's breath away.
It was a game they played, to see who could keep each other in the most suspense, and usually it was Junghee that won, though her methods were less than honest, and usually resulted in heavy breathing and muffled moans. Whether they were both aware of it was unclear, but that they both participated was undeniable.
“What are you looking at?” Minjung asked, her voice nearly shouted over the heavy bass threading through the room.
“Huh?”
“I said, what are you looking at? You're not paying any attention at all.”
Junghee just grinned, pointed to the dance floor, when Gwiboon was dancing with Eunsook, and having a blast by the look of things. It was often that the two girls had so much visible fun together, but tonight was apparently one of Gwiboon's rare nights of letting everything out.
“Look at her,” Junghee said, grinning more than she realized.
“Are you going to go over to her?” Minjung asked, two drinks in her hand, one for herself, one for whoever she was meeting there tonight.
“Of course,” Junghee said. “I'm going to interrupt their fun.”
“With some of your own?”
“You know it.”
Junghee pushed through the crowd, not bothering to attempt to dance as she approached Gwiboon. She came up behind the dancing girl, slipped her arms around Gwiboon's thin waist, her hands pressing against Gwiboon's stomach.
“You look good tonight,” she whispered, breath ghosting Gwiboon's ears as well as lips. “I had to come over.”
“You're interrupting my dance,” Gwiboon said, but she was smiling, though Junghee couldn't hear it in her voice.
“I wanted to dance with you.”
“You don't know how to dance.”
“That's not true,” Junghee whispered, one hand trailing lower, to the hem of Junghee's too tight white jeans. “I know perfectly well how to dance.”
“You think?” Gwiboon asked, her voice in control for the moment, but Junghee knew how to change it, how to make it rise to a fever pitch of desperation.
“Oh yeah,” Junghee said, her hips and Gwiboon's hips swaying to the beat, both oblivious now to anyone around them, their mutual friends included.
“I think you're full of it,” Gwiboon whispered, one arm snaking back to rest on Junghee's outer thigh.
“Do you?” Junghee asked. “Do you want to test it?”
“Here?” Gwiboon asked, his touch on Junghee faltering for a second before becoming firm again.
“Why not? No one is watching. And the club is busy tonight.”
“It's still public.”
“Look around, yeobo,” Junghee said, planting a kiss on Gwiboon's ear. “Everyone is either drunk or high. No one would even notice.”
Gwiboon shook her head, though there was hesitation in it, at the behest of Junghee's wandering hand, now pressing along the seam of Gwiboon's jeans, touching Gwiboon in a way that she couldn't help but react to.
“Are you scared?”
“No,” Gwiboon said, though the lie in the words was transparent, did nothing but pull a giggle from her.
“Just relax,” Junghee whispered, still running her finger in trails over the tight fabric of Gwiboon's jeans, making her knees go weak. “Go with the music. Isn't that what you always tell me?”
“This isn't the same at all.”
“I think it is,” Junghee said, her other hand tracing circles over Gwiboon's hip bones. “If you weren't so beautiful tonight, maybe I wouldn't be out on the dance floor.”
“You always tell me I dress too conservatively.”
“Only because you always dress like you're going to class.”
“I usually am.”
“Uh huh, and when you don't, I have to enjoy it,” Junghee nibbled Gwiboon's ear, her fingers darting up the soft skin of Gwiboon's stomach, lingering for a moment to run circles around Gwiboon's navel, before lightly feeling the lace of her bra.
“I can't do this,” Gwiboon whispered, was leaning against Junghee, her legs all but useless for anything but following the motion of Junghee's hips.
“Why not?” Junghee didn't stop, wouldn't stop, until she knew what Gwiboon's protest was.
“I can't keep standing like this.”
“Want to go to the bathroom?”
“That's so gross, and so cliché,” she whispered, but the way she was grabbing the loose fabric of Junghee's jeans told her that she didn't mind so much as she just had to say it.
“Want to get a taxi and go back to my apartment?”
“Will Minjung be there?”
“Not likely; she's here with some guy.”
“Okay,” Gwiboon smiled, pulled away from Junghee's touch, slid her body against Junghee's as she turned to face the other girl, to press her lips against Junghee's. “Let's get out of here.”
Junghee grinned, her hand on the small of Gwiboon's back, unwilling to leave just yet, to let the foreplay die even for the moment, not without another kiss, deeper this time, their tongues, tentative at first, and then lashing and dancing in an erotic ballet.
“Enough,” Gwiboon whispered, her voice breathy, her forehead pressed against Junghee's as her fingers entwined in Junghee's. “Let's go.”
Junghee grinned. “Yeah, let's.”
They made their way out of the club, ignoring the glances they got from Minjung, out of the corner of her eye as she chatted with a tall boy, almost too pale to look properly Asian. They weren't concerned with what their friends thought, were lost somewhere in the link between them, physically manifested by their joined hands, but leagues larger in metaphors.
Gwiboon hailed a cab, easy with her long legs and provocative clothes; she gave the directions when they slid into the back seat, ignored the cabbie's glances as Junghee scooted closer to Gwiboon, her hand immediately finding Gwiboon's thigh, though it quickly slid around to find the seam of her jeans again.
“Knock it off,” Gwiboon said, but she was smiling, even as the blush touched her cheeks, her eyes glancing up at the driver's rear view mirror, but his eyes were on the road, and on his GPS system.
“Why?” Junghee asked, her voice low because she kept slipping closer to Gwiboon, was practically speaking into her ear again.
“Because we'll be to your apartment in like five minutes, you can wait until then.”
“Busy night, girls?” The cabbie asked, and Junghee just settled against Gwiboon's side, a leonine little smile on her face, like she was up to know good, and not embarrassed by it.
“Something like that,” Gwiboon said, her tone clipped.
“Celebrating something? Or just like to party?”
“Celebrating not being bothered, actually,” Gwiboon said, ignored the little giggle that came from beside her. “Not to be rude, but neither of us like small talk.”
“Fine, fine,” he said, turned his eyes back to the road, navigated the streets with the adept insanity that only cab drivers seemed to have.
“Nice,” Junghee whispered, lightly kissed Gwiboon's cheek.
“Stop,” Gwiboon said, took hold of Junghee's hand to stop its incessant wandering. “Save it for when we're back.”
“You're no fun,” Junghee pouted, sat back in her seat with her arms folded over her chest.
“You say that now.”
“Only cuz I mean it now,” she grinned at Gwiboon. “I'm glad we always go to clubs close to my place.”
“You live downtown,” Gwiboon saiid, smiling because she couldn't help it. “We don't have much of a choice.”
“Yeah, but even with the traffic, it never really takes that long to get back.”
“It has on some nights.”
“Nights when I'm too drunk to walk straight doesn't count,” Junghee said. “And you get drunk more often than I do.”
“Just because I'm dainty and you can drink forever without getting drunk doesn't mean you should make a point of teasing me about it.”
“You're not dainty.”
Gwiboon looked at Junghee, her eyes narrowed into something that anyone but Junghee would have taken as a glare. Junghee, however, knew that Gwiboon was playing, feigning anger so she could tug some response from Junghee, but for once, Junghee didn't rise to the bait.
“I hope we're back soon,” she said, instead, looked up at the ceiling, and then out the window to see the passing lights from the sky scrapers.
“We will be,” Gwiboon said, smiled, was patient, more than patient, even though the gentle throb in her groin told her that she wouldn't maintain the stoicism for long.
But she didn't have to wait long, because the traffic was sparse, and the distance was short. Before she had time to let her arousal grow she was paying the driver and climbing out of the taxi to follow Junghee into the lobby of one of the more expensive apartment buildings in downtown Chicago.
The place always took Gwiboon aback, as did the casual way that Minjung and Junghee flaunted their parent's money. She didn't hold anything against them, save for the few twinges of jealousy whenever she thought of her own apartment, of the way that she should have been living, had it not been for certain things, certain ways that certain people in her family had reacted to certain things. Things that she didn't want to think about, not on pleasant nights, but things that she couldn't always banish regardless. They were the things that kept her up at night, the things that made her cry and dye her hair extreme colors, only to strip it back to black or very dark brown within a few days. They were the things that made her hand find Junghee's as they waited in the elevator, watching the floors tick past.
“Do you remember the first time I brought you home with me?” Junghee asked.
“Of course,” Gwiboon smiled, couldn't not, even as Junghee was moving to pull her closer. “You molested me in the elevator.”
“I didn't molest you,” Junghee said, the playfulness back in her voice as she pulled Gwiboon into what could have remained an innocent hug, had Junghee's hand not reached under Gwiboon's shirt to feel the taut skin there. “You enjoyed every minute of it.”
“You instigated it,” was the best retort that Gwiboon could think of, her head swimming under Junghee's touch, so expert it always seemed to be, when really it was more that Junghee just knew every part of Gwiboon that she liked to have touched.
“Don't I always?” Junghee was smirking when she pressed her lips to Gwiboon's, and they finished the ride that way, lips locks and tongues not far behind, until the doors opened with a pleasant little ding, and then they were all but dashing down the hallway, eager to fall into Junghee's bed.
“Why's it so cold in here?” Gwiboon asked, as she pulled off her light jacket, tossed it onto the couch.
“Minjung keeps it cold so she can work our without sweating as much.”
“Isn't sweating the point?”
“I don't see how any of this is the point,” Junghee said, watched Gwiboon for a moment before sauntering into the kitchen, disappearing behind the opened refrigerator. “Wine?” She asked, but knew that Gwiboon would say yes regardless of what she actually said, and so Junghee fetched two glasses, large mugs, not delicate wine glasses, and carried them into the living room.
“Going to get me drunk?” Gwiboon asked, watched as Junghee filled the glasses with scarlet wine, handed one to her. “This is sophisticated.”
“You know me,” Junghee said, smiling. “Let me know if you like it. Minjung bought it.”
Gwiboon laughed, not quietly either. “Drinking Minjung's wine,” She said. “For some reason, I like that.”
“Do you?” Junghee watched Gwiboon take a sip, settled onto the couch next to her. “When was the last time we just relaxed like this?”
“Usually you just jump me in a bathroom.”
“There are closets, too,” Junghee said, took a long sip of wine, as Gwiboon continued to just sip hers.
“And beds sometimes,” Gwiboon said, smiled at Junghee, felt the desire to say something ridiculous rise in her throat and washed it away with wine.
“You know where we've never played?” Gwiboon looked at her, her eyebrow arched as Junghee let her ponder the thought, though Gwiboon thought that she knew exactly where Junghee was going with the night.
“Are you going to tell me?”
“Nope,” Junghee said, nearly drained her glass before setting it on the table. “Why would I do that.”
Gwiboon, in a moment of foresight, took another drink of wine before casting it aside just in time for Junghee's lips to find hers. She was surprised, as always, by the force behind Junghee's kiss, because she was always so flippant, so seemingly nonchalant, and yet when she kissed Gwiboon, there was a hidden strength belying the smallness of her size.
The kiss was soft, sweet, pliant and slow to grow. It was a kiss filled with love, and just the perfect amount of lust, that tingling, almost burning, dizzy sensation that flooded the both of them, mixed with the wine and adrenaline from the night. It was a thing that could get them drunk when they were completely sober, the thing that rendered them unable to think, unable to move save to get closer to each other.
“I love you,” Junghee whispered, kissing down Gwiboon's jaw, trailing her lips over the other girl's neck, down to the collar of her shirt, which she gripped in her teeth, her eyes trained on Gwiboon's face.
“You know I love you too,” Gwiboon whispered, the breathy quality back in her voice already, as Junghee's hand was finding its way under her shirt, tugging at the bottom hem and working to pull it over Gwiboon's head and toss it onto the floor.
“And you know that I never get tired of looking at you,” Junghee said, smiling as she kissed Gwiboon's stomach, lightly licked her navel, loved the way that Gwiboon reacted with a very so slightly arched back. Her hand slid up, gliding over perfect milky skin to cup Gwiboon's breast, but she didn't squeeze it. Instead, she slipped a finger under the fabric, moved down to barely graze Gwiboon's nipple, which was hard almost instantly at the touch.
She twirled her nail over the raised bit of flesh, all the while kissing Gwiboon's stomach, nipping at her hip bones and kissing them, her tongue finding delicate places and pressing against it, dry, anything but chaste reminders that she was there, that she had intentions, that she would get to them, but only when Gwiboon was so ready that she couldn't handle the desire anymore.
Gwiboon's breath came in heavy drags, her head tilted back with her eyes closed. She was surprised that sitting on the couch the way she was could be so comfortable, with Junghee had her side but moving to slide onto her lap, straddle her with her arms around Gwiboon's neck.
They kissed again, lips pressed against each other so strongly that it seemed as though they were fighting, their tongues lingering between them when they retracted to take a breath, before plunging back together again.
Junghee was the first to make a sound, a little sigh that escaped when they parted once, when she pressed her forehead against Gwiboon's. “You drive me insane,” she whispered, but they both knew it was meant in the best of ways, because they were each other's other half, the part that fit, the part that was needed but no one really realized they were missing it until they found it.
“You do likewise, yeobo, believe me,” Gwiboon whispered, but was hushed again a moment later when Junghee kissed her again, this time her hand found Gwiboon's side, slipped around to her back, pulled Gwiboon closer to her in an arch.
Gwiboon was in over her head, lost in the emotions, in the need aching through her entire body. It was more than a desire, more than the want of some release. It was in every thought, every pore, every fiber of her being. She wanted nothing more than to feel Junghee against her, to have that electric feeling of Junghee pressing her fingers into her, that jolt each time her finger found Gwiboon's clit.
“Unnie,” Gwiboon whispered, her hand finally moving to touch Junghee by finding her hair, which was done up in a simple pony tail for the night, she tugged on the rubber tie holding it, threaded it out of Junghee's hair, let it fall around her shoulders.
“Hmm?” Junghee whispered, kissed Gwiboon's chin, then the side of her neck, her teeth finding the skin a moment later, gently biting and causing Junghee to whimper before she could find her voice.
“Why are you like this?” She whispered, her initial comment lost somewhere beyond Junghee's lips and teeth and perfection as she continued to kiss Gwiboon's neck, as she trailed her tongue to the under side of Gwiboon's ear, before nibbling the lobe.
“You mean you don't like it?” Gwiboon could feel Junghee's smile against her skin, even as her teeth took hold of Gwibon's earlobe and didn't let go, just held it where her tongue could flick it, suggestive of what may be, what could be, what Gwiboon wanted more than anything at the moment.
“No,” Gwiboon whispered, unable to keep herself from breathing heavily, from finding Junghee's side, tugging her closer, trying to give the older girl a clue that Junghee really shouldn't have needed. “You know that.”
“Uh huh,” Junghee all but purred, the vibration driving Gwiboon insane in degrees. “I know a lot of things about you,” she punctuated her statement by slipping her fingers under Gwiboon's bra, once again finding her nipple, once again raising it as she pinched it, drug her nail over it again, much to Gwiboon's audible enjoyment.
“You think?” Gwiboon whispered, knew that she was antagonizing Junghee, had the thought confirmed when Junghee reached behind her to unsnap her bra in a swift motion.
“I know,” Junghee said, grinned at Gwiboon for a moment before pressing her lips against the cup of Gwiboon's exposed breast. Gwiboon closed her eyes, drew in a breath almost like a sigh, and withheld the moan that threatened when Junghee's mouth closed over her nipple. Silence only extended so far, as Junghee knew it would, and when Junghee's teeth squeezed, not hard enough to hurt but so close the sensation was confusing, the raised flesh, Gwiboon couldn't help to moan, which only made Junghee smile.
Junghee kept kissing Gwiboon, letting her lips drift across her chest, her tongue tasting the flawless skin, noting the difference as goose bumps rose across Gwiboon's chest and stomach. She was silently begging for more from Junghee, and yet the older girl withheld until Gwiboon was trembling with want, her hand on the nape of Junghee's neck, the fingernails digging lightly into Junghee's skin.
“Unnie,” Gwiboon whispered, and that time Junghee's hands fell to Gwiboon's waist, though her lips never left Gwiboon's neck. She undid Gwiboon's pants, pulled them off, smirking while she did.
“Nice panties,” She whispered, her fingers pressing against the wet fabric.
“Shut up,” Gwiboon all but whimpered. “You bought them.”
“I thought they looked familiar,” Junghee said, was still grinning as she ran her fingernails along the fabric, could feel the heat coming from Gwiboon without even trying, and that more than anything perhaps was what prompted her to dispense with some of the foreplay, what guided her hand to tug away Gwiboon's panties, add them to the growing pile on the floor.
“You're lucky I'm no self conscious,” Gwiboon whispered, as Junghee's finger pressed lightly against her clit, drew a strangled moan from her.
“Why's that?” Junghee asked, her finger circling Gwiboon's clit, teasing her as much as she was nearly giving her what she wanted.
“I'm the only one naked,” Gwiboon smiled, looked at Junghee for a moment before pulling the older girl into a kiss, deep and passionate and enough to convince Junghee to slide a finger into Gwiboon, wet and warm and slick and perfect.
Gwiboon moaned into the kiss, louder this time because the two had no shame, never had, hopefully never would. It was the touch that did it, the hint of the wine still lingering on their lips and breath, the taste of it adding to the sensuality of the event, even as Junghee's thumb found Gwiboon's clit, to rub it in circles as her finger gently tickled Gwiboon.
Junghee felt Gwiboon shudder against her, felt the way that Junghee's touch was affecting her, and even as she did she smiled into their kiss, dipped her tongue into Gwiboon's mouth to lightly dart against Gwiboon's, even as Gwiboon felt that her equilibrium was shifting, crumbling even. It was always that was when Junghee touched her, and she always found it amazing how the lightest of touches could elicit the most extreme of responses, the way that Junghee didn't have to try, on most days, to bring Gwiboon to orgasm. It was a think Gwiboon would never speak of, not to Junghee, and likely not to anyone, but it wasn't something that she would trade for anything.
The two were pressed together, Gwiboon's breath coming in those little gasps now, as she fought to control herself, to prolong the sensations that Junghee worked hard to heighten and enhance. The press of Junghee's finger, now coupled with another, as she moved them in and out of Gwiboon, motions nothing like precise in their need to fulfill the other girl's desire.
“Unnie,” Gwiboon whimpered, her lips pressed now against Junghee's neck, her breath hot bursts of air against Junghee's skin, and when she bit down, muffling the moan that escaped but not silencing it, Junghee let loose a moan of her own.
“God,” she whispered. “Yeobo...”
Junghee's motions were jerking, as the warmth somewhere in the vicinity of her belly grew like a wildfire, a thing that could only be extinguished one way, and that way was something that Junghee would pursue to the farthest reaches of her ability. But for the moment her action was invested in Gwiboon, in making her feel everything that Junghee believed she should feel.
The emotions were the same, though Gwiboon was thinking less, was more focused on the way that Junghee was making her feel, the way that her emotions were surging in time with her orgasm, rising like a wave to wash her away, and like a wave, it was a surprise when it hit, when she heard herself moaning and nearly crying out in pleasure; and then there was the expected tightening, the reaction of release that Gwiboon and Junghee both felt.
“You were wound up,” Junghee whispered, while Gwiboon was finding her breath, finding her voice. It was one of the rare moments in which Junghee had the floor, and the mic, when Gwiboon wouldn't say anything, regardless of what Junghee said, because she was too busy basking in the after glow that only Junghee seemed capable of giving her.
“I love you,” Junghee whispered, couldn't think of taunting words when they were still so close, when they were still so focused on each other. And she didn't fully expect it when Gwiboon's eyes snapped open, when she smiled at Junghee, mischievous and not at all finished with the evening. “What?”
“Do you really want to know?” Gwiboon asked, her cheeks red and shining with perspiration.
“Of course I do,” Junghee responded, her hands on Gwiboon's waist now, as she watched the other girl, wondered what was going through her mind.
“Go to your room then,” Gwiboon said. “Take off your clothes, and wait for me in bed.”
Junghee raised an eyebrow, surveyed Gwiboon not with skepticism, but with curiosity. “That all?” She asked, smiling.
“Keep your eyes closed,” Gwiboon said. “I want it to be a surprise.”
Junghee just kept grinning, could do nothing but comply with Gwiboon's wish.
She went into her room, closed the door behind her, and sat on the bed. She was still in her clothes, but she could make quick business of those if she wanted to, but she didn't. Instead, she took her time, pulled her shirt from her, followed by her bra. Her attention lingered, for a moment, on her breasts, lightly playing with each of them, fantasizing already about what Gwiboon had in her mind. The thought took her jeans and panties with it, and then all she could do was wait, lying back on the bed with her eyes closed, until she heard the creak of Gwiboon opening the bedroom door.
“Keep your eyes closed,” Gwiboon whispered, and Junghee didn't respond save for a lazy smile. She'd keep her eyes closed, until Gwiboon told her otherwise.
There was no way that Junghee would admit how excited she was, how aroused, how unbelievably turned on. It was Gwiboon's doing, the way that she didn't have to say much of anything to get Junghee going, to make her deliciously wet. But things were taking too long, so she slipped her hand between her legs, lightly pressed a finger against her clit.
“None of that,” Gwiboon said, voice playfully stern as she moved Junghee's hand away. “There's no fun in that.”
“Maybe not as much fun in that,” Junghee said, had to restrain herself before she giggled.
“Shh, unnie,” Gwiboon whispered, her hand sliding up Junghee's thigh, ever so slowly, nails scratching her skin and leaving tiny red lines. “Just relax.”
Junghee laid her head back, fell into the sensations that Gwiboon was crafting, didn't gasp until Gwiboon's lips pressed against the line just above Junghee's pubic hair. Her lips were icy, wet, soft, slowly moving down to where Junghee really wanted them, but just before Gwiboon would have trailed down, far enough to press those icy lips against Junghee's clit, the lips receded.
“Ice cubes?” Junghee whispered, could hear Gwiboon giggle in response. “You're teasing me.”
“What do you always do to me?”
Junghee groaned, wanted Gwiboon more than even she was willing to admit, because being with Gwiboon earlier had wound her tight, had thoroughly soaked her panties, and the hand that had touched herself. She was close enough to her peak to not need Gwiboon to taunt her the way that she was, but that didn't mean that she didn't enjoy it.
“You don't like it?” Gwiboon whispered, pressed her lips against Junghee's inner thigh, tantalizingly close, but yet seemingly so far.
“It's not that,” Junghee whispered, her breath catching in her chest, and she couldn't remember the last time that Gwiboon had gotten to her this way, the last time that one of their romps had been so complete.
“What is it, then?” Gwiboon was still whispering, blowing cool breath against Junghee's thigh and then kissing it, the differences in the chill impossibly shiver creating as all Junghee could do was squirm slightly.
“You know what it is.”
“Are you embarrassed to say it? That's not like you,” Gwiboon exhaled, directly on the spot that Junghee wanted attention on the most, and instead of responding she yelped, pressed her hips down towards Gwiboon, wanted desperately to convince her to give her what she wanted.
“I'm not embarrassed,” she whispered a moment later, was panting even though Gwiboon was barely touching her.
“I know,” Gwiboon said, kissed her thigh again, this time the freeze gone from the motion, it was just Gwiboon's lips now, a frost remaining on them but fading as the warmth of her took hold again. “Nothing embarrasses you.”
“You like me like this.”
“I do,” Gwiboon said, and there was no warning before she pressed her tongue against Junghee's clit. It was a sensation that, while Junghee wasn't exactly surprised by, wasn't one that she was used to either. Their roles were usually reversed, were usually so different at this part of the night, and every time Gwiboon's worked to bring her to climax was special, something that she'd remember the next time she touched herself.
Junghee gasped when Gwiboon's finger pressed into her, the touch not at all gentle, not at all soft, and not leaving a single thing wanting. She knew how to touch Junghee, knew every way to make the older girl squirm and moan and cry out. Close as she was, she had only to flick her tongue against Junghee's clit a few times, always moving her finger in and out of Junghee, thrusting it and adding a second when Junghee began to whimper.
When Junghee came it was all at once, and largely without warning, save for the muffled shout through her fingers the second before. But Gwiboon didn't stop, not immediately. Instead she kissed Junghee's thigh again, her fingers still moving slowly, riding out the constrictions of Junghee's orgasm, until she felt strong hands take hold of her, under her arms, and pull her up to lay atop Junghee.
“Kiss me, yeobo,” Junghee whispered, her face red and beaded with sweat, as she pulled Gwiboon into a kiss.
Fandom: SHINee
Pairing: Junghee/Gwiboon
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Basically PWP
A/N: Written for my lovely yeobo, blingasaurus. Hope you like it, bb. ♥♥
Junghee had known Gwiboon since their freshman year of college. Three years later, Junghee thought she had the other girl figured out, thought that she understood what made her tick, what made her sigh, and even what made her need. There were aspects of Gwiboon that were mysterious, the way her eyes appeared to see everything, and yet care about almost nothing, the way that her brows arched when she looked at certain people, the way that she sometimes, with no warning at all, would show up and take Junghee's breath away.
It was a game they played, to see who could keep each other in the most suspense, and usually it was Junghee that won, though her methods were less than honest, and usually resulted in heavy breathing and muffled moans. Whether they were both aware of it was unclear, but that they both participated was undeniable.
“What are you looking at?” Minjung asked, her voice nearly shouted over the heavy bass threading through the room.
“Huh?”
“I said, what are you looking at? You're not paying any attention at all.”
Junghee just grinned, pointed to the dance floor, when Gwiboon was dancing with Eunsook, and having a blast by the look of things. It was often that the two girls had so much visible fun together, but tonight was apparently one of Gwiboon's rare nights of letting everything out.
“Look at her,” Junghee said, grinning more than she realized.
“Are you going to go over to her?” Minjung asked, two drinks in her hand, one for herself, one for whoever she was meeting there tonight.
“Of course,” Junghee said. “I'm going to interrupt their fun.”
“With some of your own?”
“You know it.”
Junghee pushed through the crowd, not bothering to attempt to dance as she approached Gwiboon. She came up behind the dancing girl, slipped her arms around Gwiboon's thin waist, her hands pressing against Gwiboon's stomach.
“You look good tonight,” she whispered, breath ghosting Gwiboon's ears as well as lips. “I had to come over.”
“You're interrupting my dance,” Gwiboon said, but she was smiling, though Junghee couldn't hear it in her voice.
“I wanted to dance with you.”
“You don't know how to dance.”
“That's not true,” Junghee whispered, one hand trailing lower, to the hem of Junghee's too tight white jeans. “I know perfectly well how to dance.”
“You think?” Gwiboon asked, her voice in control for the moment, but Junghee knew how to change it, how to make it rise to a fever pitch of desperation.
“Oh yeah,” Junghee said, her hips and Gwiboon's hips swaying to the beat, both oblivious now to anyone around them, their mutual friends included.
“I think you're full of it,” Gwiboon whispered, one arm snaking back to rest on Junghee's outer thigh.
“Do you?” Junghee asked. “Do you want to test it?”
“Here?” Gwiboon asked, his touch on Junghee faltering for a second before becoming firm again.
“Why not? No one is watching. And the club is busy tonight.”
“It's still public.”
“Look around, yeobo,” Junghee said, planting a kiss on Gwiboon's ear. “Everyone is either drunk or high. No one would even notice.”
Gwiboon shook her head, though there was hesitation in it, at the behest of Junghee's wandering hand, now pressing along the seam of Gwiboon's jeans, touching Gwiboon in a way that she couldn't help but react to.
“Are you scared?”
“No,” Gwiboon said, though the lie in the words was transparent, did nothing but pull a giggle from her.
“Just relax,” Junghee whispered, still running her finger in trails over the tight fabric of Gwiboon's jeans, making her knees go weak. “Go with the music. Isn't that what you always tell me?”
“This isn't the same at all.”
“I think it is,” Junghee said, her other hand tracing circles over Gwiboon's hip bones. “If you weren't so beautiful tonight, maybe I wouldn't be out on the dance floor.”
“You always tell me I dress too conservatively.”
“Only because you always dress like you're going to class.”
“I usually am.”
“Uh huh, and when you don't, I have to enjoy it,” Junghee nibbled Gwiboon's ear, her fingers darting up the soft skin of Gwiboon's stomach, lingering for a moment to run circles around Gwiboon's navel, before lightly feeling the lace of her bra.
“I can't do this,” Gwiboon whispered, was leaning against Junghee, her legs all but useless for anything but following the motion of Junghee's hips.
“Why not?” Junghee didn't stop, wouldn't stop, until she knew what Gwiboon's protest was.
“I can't keep standing like this.”
“Want to go to the bathroom?”
“That's so gross, and so cliché,” she whispered, but the way she was grabbing the loose fabric of Junghee's jeans told her that she didn't mind so much as she just had to say it.
“Want to get a taxi and go back to my apartment?”
“Will Minjung be there?”
“Not likely; she's here with some guy.”
“Okay,” Gwiboon smiled, pulled away from Junghee's touch, slid her body against Junghee's as she turned to face the other girl, to press her lips against Junghee's. “Let's get out of here.”
Junghee grinned, her hand on the small of Gwiboon's back, unwilling to leave just yet, to let the foreplay die even for the moment, not without another kiss, deeper this time, their tongues, tentative at first, and then lashing and dancing in an erotic ballet.
“Enough,” Gwiboon whispered, her voice breathy, her forehead pressed against Junghee's as her fingers entwined in Junghee's. “Let's go.”
Junghee grinned. “Yeah, let's.”
They made their way out of the club, ignoring the glances they got from Minjung, out of the corner of her eye as she chatted with a tall boy, almost too pale to look properly Asian. They weren't concerned with what their friends thought, were lost somewhere in the link between them, physically manifested by their joined hands, but leagues larger in metaphors.
Gwiboon hailed a cab, easy with her long legs and provocative clothes; she gave the directions when they slid into the back seat, ignored the cabbie's glances as Junghee scooted closer to Gwiboon, her hand immediately finding Gwiboon's thigh, though it quickly slid around to find the seam of her jeans again.
“Knock it off,” Gwiboon said, but she was smiling, even as the blush touched her cheeks, her eyes glancing up at the driver's rear view mirror, but his eyes were on the road, and on his GPS system.
“Why?” Junghee asked, her voice low because she kept slipping closer to Gwiboon, was practically speaking into her ear again.
“Because we'll be to your apartment in like five minutes, you can wait until then.”
“Busy night, girls?” The cabbie asked, and Junghee just settled against Gwiboon's side, a leonine little smile on her face, like she was up to know good, and not embarrassed by it.
“Something like that,” Gwiboon said, her tone clipped.
“Celebrating something? Or just like to party?”
“Celebrating not being bothered, actually,” Gwiboon said, ignored the little giggle that came from beside her. “Not to be rude, but neither of us like small talk.”
“Fine, fine,” he said, turned his eyes back to the road, navigated the streets with the adept insanity that only cab drivers seemed to have.
“Nice,” Junghee whispered, lightly kissed Gwiboon's cheek.
“Stop,” Gwiboon said, took hold of Junghee's hand to stop its incessant wandering. “Save it for when we're back.”
“You're no fun,” Junghee pouted, sat back in her seat with her arms folded over her chest.
“You say that now.”
“Only cuz I mean it now,” she grinned at Gwiboon. “I'm glad we always go to clubs close to my place.”
“You live downtown,” Gwiboon saiid, smiling because she couldn't help it. “We don't have much of a choice.”
“Yeah, but even with the traffic, it never really takes that long to get back.”
“It has on some nights.”
“Nights when I'm too drunk to walk straight doesn't count,” Junghee said. “And you get drunk more often than I do.”
“Just because I'm dainty and you can drink forever without getting drunk doesn't mean you should make a point of teasing me about it.”
“You're not dainty.”
Gwiboon looked at Junghee, her eyes narrowed into something that anyone but Junghee would have taken as a glare. Junghee, however, knew that Gwiboon was playing, feigning anger so she could tug some response from Junghee, but for once, Junghee didn't rise to the bait.
“I hope we're back soon,” she said, instead, looked up at the ceiling, and then out the window to see the passing lights from the sky scrapers.
“We will be,” Gwiboon said, smiled, was patient, more than patient, even though the gentle throb in her groin told her that she wouldn't maintain the stoicism for long.
But she didn't have to wait long, because the traffic was sparse, and the distance was short. Before she had time to let her arousal grow she was paying the driver and climbing out of the taxi to follow Junghee into the lobby of one of the more expensive apartment buildings in downtown Chicago.
The place always took Gwiboon aback, as did the casual way that Minjung and Junghee flaunted their parent's money. She didn't hold anything against them, save for the few twinges of jealousy whenever she thought of her own apartment, of the way that she should have been living, had it not been for certain things, certain ways that certain people in her family had reacted to certain things. Things that she didn't want to think about, not on pleasant nights, but things that she couldn't always banish regardless. They were the things that kept her up at night, the things that made her cry and dye her hair extreme colors, only to strip it back to black or very dark brown within a few days. They were the things that made her hand find Junghee's as they waited in the elevator, watching the floors tick past.
“Do you remember the first time I brought you home with me?” Junghee asked.
“Of course,” Gwiboon smiled, couldn't not, even as Junghee was moving to pull her closer. “You molested me in the elevator.”
“I didn't molest you,” Junghee said, the playfulness back in her voice as she pulled Gwiboon into what could have remained an innocent hug, had Junghee's hand not reached under Gwiboon's shirt to feel the taut skin there. “You enjoyed every minute of it.”
“You instigated it,” was the best retort that Gwiboon could think of, her head swimming under Junghee's touch, so expert it always seemed to be, when really it was more that Junghee just knew every part of Gwiboon that she liked to have touched.
“Don't I always?” Junghee was smirking when she pressed her lips to Gwiboon's, and they finished the ride that way, lips locks and tongues not far behind, until the doors opened with a pleasant little ding, and then they were all but dashing down the hallway, eager to fall into Junghee's bed.
“Why's it so cold in here?” Gwiboon asked, as she pulled off her light jacket, tossed it onto the couch.
“Minjung keeps it cold so she can work our without sweating as much.”
“Isn't sweating the point?”
“I don't see how any of this is the point,” Junghee said, watched Gwiboon for a moment before sauntering into the kitchen, disappearing behind the opened refrigerator. “Wine?” She asked, but knew that Gwiboon would say yes regardless of what she actually said, and so Junghee fetched two glasses, large mugs, not delicate wine glasses, and carried them into the living room.
“Going to get me drunk?” Gwiboon asked, watched as Junghee filled the glasses with scarlet wine, handed one to her. “This is sophisticated.”
“You know me,” Junghee said, smiling. “Let me know if you like it. Minjung bought it.”
Gwiboon laughed, not quietly either. “Drinking Minjung's wine,” She said. “For some reason, I like that.”
“Do you?” Junghee watched Gwiboon take a sip, settled onto the couch next to her. “When was the last time we just relaxed like this?”
“Usually you just jump me in a bathroom.”
“There are closets, too,” Junghee said, took a long sip of wine, as Gwiboon continued to just sip hers.
“And beds sometimes,” Gwiboon said, smiled at Junghee, felt the desire to say something ridiculous rise in her throat and washed it away with wine.
“You know where we've never played?” Gwiboon looked at her, her eyebrow arched as Junghee let her ponder the thought, though Gwiboon thought that she knew exactly where Junghee was going with the night.
“Are you going to tell me?”
“Nope,” Junghee said, nearly drained her glass before setting it on the table. “Why would I do that.”
Gwiboon, in a moment of foresight, took another drink of wine before casting it aside just in time for Junghee's lips to find hers. She was surprised, as always, by the force behind Junghee's kiss, because she was always so flippant, so seemingly nonchalant, and yet when she kissed Gwiboon, there was a hidden strength belying the smallness of her size.
The kiss was soft, sweet, pliant and slow to grow. It was a kiss filled with love, and just the perfect amount of lust, that tingling, almost burning, dizzy sensation that flooded the both of them, mixed with the wine and adrenaline from the night. It was a thing that could get them drunk when they were completely sober, the thing that rendered them unable to think, unable to move save to get closer to each other.
“I love you,” Junghee whispered, kissing down Gwiboon's jaw, trailing her lips over the other girl's neck, down to the collar of her shirt, which she gripped in her teeth, her eyes trained on Gwiboon's face.
“You know I love you too,” Gwiboon whispered, the breathy quality back in her voice already, as Junghee's hand was finding its way under her shirt, tugging at the bottom hem and working to pull it over Gwiboon's head and toss it onto the floor.
“And you know that I never get tired of looking at you,” Junghee said, smiling as she kissed Gwiboon's stomach, lightly licked her navel, loved the way that Gwiboon reacted with a very so slightly arched back. Her hand slid up, gliding over perfect milky skin to cup Gwiboon's breast, but she didn't squeeze it. Instead, she slipped a finger under the fabric, moved down to barely graze Gwiboon's nipple, which was hard almost instantly at the touch.
She twirled her nail over the raised bit of flesh, all the while kissing Gwiboon's stomach, nipping at her hip bones and kissing them, her tongue finding delicate places and pressing against it, dry, anything but chaste reminders that she was there, that she had intentions, that she would get to them, but only when Gwiboon was so ready that she couldn't handle the desire anymore.
Gwiboon's breath came in heavy drags, her head tilted back with her eyes closed. She was surprised that sitting on the couch the way she was could be so comfortable, with Junghee had her side but moving to slide onto her lap, straddle her with her arms around Gwiboon's neck.
They kissed again, lips pressed against each other so strongly that it seemed as though they were fighting, their tongues lingering between them when they retracted to take a breath, before plunging back together again.
Junghee was the first to make a sound, a little sigh that escaped when they parted once, when she pressed her forehead against Gwiboon's. “You drive me insane,” she whispered, but they both knew it was meant in the best of ways, because they were each other's other half, the part that fit, the part that was needed but no one really realized they were missing it until they found it.
“You do likewise, yeobo, believe me,” Gwiboon whispered, but was hushed again a moment later when Junghee kissed her again, this time her hand found Gwiboon's side, slipped around to her back, pulled Gwiboon closer to her in an arch.
Gwiboon was in over her head, lost in the emotions, in the need aching through her entire body. It was more than a desire, more than the want of some release. It was in every thought, every pore, every fiber of her being. She wanted nothing more than to feel Junghee against her, to have that electric feeling of Junghee pressing her fingers into her, that jolt each time her finger found Gwiboon's clit.
“Unnie,” Gwiboon whispered, her hand finally moving to touch Junghee by finding her hair, which was done up in a simple pony tail for the night, she tugged on the rubber tie holding it, threaded it out of Junghee's hair, let it fall around her shoulders.
“Hmm?” Junghee whispered, kissed Gwiboon's chin, then the side of her neck, her teeth finding the skin a moment later, gently biting and causing Junghee to whimper before she could find her voice.
“Why are you like this?” She whispered, her initial comment lost somewhere beyond Junghee's lips and teeth and perfection as she continued to kiss Gwiboon's neck, as she trailed her tongue to the under side of Gwiboon's ear, before nibbling the lobe.
“You mean you don't like it?” Gwiboon could feel Junghee's smile against her skin, even as her teeth took hold of Gwibon's earlobe and didn't let go, just held it where her tongue could flick it, suggestive of what may be, what could be, what Gwiboon wanted more than anything at the moment.
“No,” Gwiboon whispered, unable to keep herself from breathing heavily, from finding Junghee's side, tugging her closer, trying to give the older girl a clue that Junghee really shouldn't have needed. “You know that.”
“Uh huh,” Junghee all but purred, the vibration driving Gwiboon insane in degrees. “I know a lot of things about you,” she punctuated her statement by slipping her fingers under Gwiboon's bra, once again finding her nipple, once again raising it as she pinched it, drug her nail over it again, much to Gwiboon's audible enjoyment.
“You think?” Gwiboon whispered, knew that she was antagonizing Junghee, had the thought confirmed when Junghee reached behind her to unsnap her bra in a swift motion.
“I know,” Junghee said, grinned at Gwiboon for a moment before pressing her lips against the cup of Gwiboon's exposed breast. Gwiboon closed her eyes, drew in a breath almost like a sigh, and withheld the moan that threatened when Junghee's mouth closed over her nipple. Silence only extended so far, as Junghee knew it would, and when Junghee's teeth squeezed, not hard enough to hurt but so close the sensation was confusing, the raised flesh, Gwiboon couldn't help to moan, which only made Junghee smile.
Junghee kept kissing Gwiboon, letting her lips drift across her chest, her tongue tasting the flawless skin, noting the difference as goose bumps rose across Gwiboon's chest and stomach. She was silently begging for more from Junghee, and yet the older girl withheld until Gwiboon was trembling with want, her hand on the nape of Junghee's neck, the fingernails digging lightly into Junghee's skin.
“Unnie,” Gwiboon whispered, and that time Junghee's hands fell to Gwiboon's waist, though her lips never left Gwiboon's neck. She undid Gwiboon's pants, pulled them off, smirking while she did.
“Nice panties,” She whispered, her fingers pressing against the wet fabric.
“Shut up,” Gwiboon all but whimpered. “You bought them.”
“I thought they looked familiar,” Junghee said, was still grinning as she ran her fingernails along the fabric, could feel the heat coming from Gwiboon without even trying, and that more than anything perhaps was what prompted her to dispense with some of the foreplay, what guided her hand to tug away Gwiboon's panties, add them to the growing pile on the floor.
“You're lucky I'm no self conscious,” Gwiboon whispered, as Junghee's finger pressed lightly against her clit, drew a strangled moan from her.
“Why's that?” Junghee asked, her finger circling Gwiboon's clit, teasing her as much as she was nearly giving her what she wanted.
“I'm the only one naked,” Gwiboon smiled, looked at Junghee for a moment before pulling the older girl into a kiss, deep and passionate and enough to convince Junghee to slide a finger into Gwiboon, wet and warm and slick and perfect.
Gwiboon moaned into the kiss, louder this time because the two had no shame, never had, hopefully never would. It was the touch that did it, the hint of the wine still lingering on their lips and breath, the taste of it adding to the sensuality of the event, even as Junghee's thumb found Gwiboon's clit, to rub it in circles as her finger gently tickled Gwiboon.
Junghee felt Gwiboon shudder against her, felt the way that Junghee's touch was affecting her, and even as she did she smiled into their kiss, dipped her tongue into Gwiboon's mouth to lightly dart against Gwiboon's, even as Gwiboon felt that her equilibrium was shifting, crumbling even. It was always that was when Junghee touched her, and she always found it amazing how the lightest of touches could elicit the most extreme of responses, the way that Junghee didn't have to try, on most days, to bring Gwiboon to orgasm. It was a think Gwiboon would never speak of, not to Junghee, and likely not to anyone, but it wasn't something that she would trade for anything.
The two were pressed together, Gwiboon's breath coming in those little gasps now, as she fought to control herself, to prolong the sensations that Junghee worked hard to heighten and enhance. The press of Junghee's finger, now coupled with another, as she moved them in and out of Gwiboon, motions nothing like precise in their need to fulfill the other girl's desire.
“Unnie,” Gwiboon whimpered, her lips pressed now against Junghee's neck, her breath hot bursts of air against Junghee's skin, and when she bit down, muffling the moan that escaped but not silencing it, Junghee let loose a moan of her own.
“God,” she whispered. “Yeobo...”
Junghee's motions were jerking, as the warmth somewhere in the vicinity of her belly grew like a wildfire, a thing that could only be extinguished one way, and that way was something that Junghee would pursue to the farthest reaches of her ability. But for the moment her action was invested in Gwiboon, in making her feel everything that Junghee believed she should feel.
The emotions were the same, though Gwiboon was thinking less, was more focused on the way that Junghee was making her feel, the way that her emotions were surging in time with her orgasm, rising like a wave to wash her away, and like a wave, it was a surprise when it hit, when she heard herself moaning and nearly crying out in pleasure; and then there was the expected tightening, the reaction of release that Gwiboon and Junghee both felt.
“You were wound up,” Junghee whispered, while Gwiboon was finding her breath, finding her voice. It was one of the rare moments in which Junghee had the floor, and the mic, when Gwiboon wouldn't say anything, regardless of what Junghee said, because she was too busy basking in the after glow that only Junghee seemed capable of giving her.
“I love you,” Junghee whispered, couldn't think of taunting words when they were still so close, when they were still so focused on each other. And she didn't fully expect it when Gwiboon's eyes snapped open, when she smiled at Junghee, mischievous and not at all finished with the evening. “What?”
“Do you really want to know?” Gwiboon asked, her cheeks red and shining with perspiration.
“Of course I do,” Junghee responded, her hands on Gwiboon's waist now, as she watched the other girl, wondered what was going through her mind.
“Go to your room then,” Gwiboon said. “Take off your clothes, and wait for me in bed.”
Junghee raised an eyebrow, surveyed Gwiboon not with skepticism, but with curiosity. “That all?” She asked, smiling.
“Keep your eyes closed,” Gwiboon said. “I want it to be a surprise.”
Junghee just kept grinning, could do nothing but comply with Gwiboon's wish.
She went into her room, closed the door behind her, and sat on the bed. She was still in her clothes, but she could make quick business of those if she wanted to, but she didn't. Instead, she took her time, pulled her shirt from her, followed by her bra. Her attention lingered, for a moment, on her breasts, lightly playing with each of them, fantasizing already about what Gwiboon had in her mind. The thought took her jeans and panties with it, and then all she could do was wait, lying back on the bed with her eyes closed, until she heard the creak of Gwiboon opening the bedroom door.
“Keep your eyes closed,” Gwiboon whispered, and Junghee didn't respond save for a lazy smile. She'd keep her eyes closed, until Gwiboon told her otherwise.
There was no way that Junghee would admit how excited she was, how aroused, how unbelievably turned on. It was Gwiboon's doing, the way that she didn't have to say much of anything to get Junghee going, to make her deliciously wet. But things were taking too long, so she slipped her hand between her legs, lightly pressed a finger against her clit.
“None of that,” Gwiboon said, voice playfully stern as she moved Junghee's hand away. “There's no fun in that.”
“Maybe not as much fun in that,” Junghee said, had to restrain herself before she giggled.
“Shh, unnie,” Gwiboon whispered, her hand sliding up Junghee's thigh, ever so slowly, nails scratching her skin and leaving tiny red lines. “Just relax.”
Junghee laid her head back, fell into the sensations that Gwiboon was crafting, didn't gasp until Gwiboon's lips pressed against the line just above Junghee's pubic hair. Her lips were icy, wet, soft, slowly moving down to where Junghee really wanted them, but just before Gwiboon would have trailed down, far enough to press those icy lips against Junghee's clit, the lips receded.
“Ice cubes?” Junghee whispered, could hear Gwiboon giggle in response. “You're teasing me.”
“What do you always do to me?”
Junghee groaned, wanted Gwiboon more than even she was willing to admit, because being with Gwiboon earlier had wound her tight, had thoroughly soaked her panties, and the hand that had touched herself. She was close enough to her peak to not need Gwiboon to taunt her the way that she was, but that didn't mean that she didn't enjoy it.
“You don't like it?” Gwiboon whispered, pressed her lips against Junghee's inner thigh, tantalizingly close, but yet seemingly so far.
“It's not that,” Junghee whispered, her breath catching in her chest, and she couldn't remember the last time that Gwiboon had gotten to her this way, the last time that one of their romps had been so complete.
“What is it, then?” Gwiboon was still whispering, blowing cool breath against Junghee's thigh and then kissing it, the differences in the chill impossibly shiver creating as all Junghee could do was squirm slightly.
“You know what it is.”
“Are you embarrassed to say it? That's not like you,” Gwiboon exhaled, directly on the spot that Junghee wanted attention on the most, and instead of responding she yelped, pressed her hips down towards Gwiboon, wanted desperately to convince her to give her what she wanted.
“I'm not embarrassed,” she whispered a moment later, was panting even though Gwiboon was barely touching her.
“I know,” Gwiboon said, kissed her thigh again, this time the freeze gone from the motion, it was just Gwiboon's lips now, a frost remaining on them but fading as the warmth of her took hold again. “Nothing embarrasses you.”
“You like me like this.”
“I do,” Gwiboon said, and there was no warning before she pressed her tongue against Junghee's clit. It was a sensation that, while Junghee wasn't exactly surprised by, wasn't one that she was used to either. Their roles were usually reversed, were usually so different at this part of the night, and every time Gwiboon's worked to bring her to climax was special, something that she'd remember the next time she touched herself.
Junghee gasped when Gwiboon's finger pressed into her, the touch not at all gentle, not at all soft, and not leaving a single thing wanting. She knew how to touch Junghee, knew every way to make the older girl squirm and moan and cry out. Close as she was, she had only to flick her tongue against Junghee's clit a few times, always moving her finger in and out of Junghee, thrusting it and adding a second when Junghee began to whimper.
When Junghee came it was all at once, and largely without warning, save for the muffled shout through her fingers the second before. But Gwiboon didn't stop, not immediately. Instead she kissed Junghee's thigh again, her fingers still moving slowly, riding out the constrictions of Junghee's orgasm, until she felt strong hands take hold of her, under her arms, and pull her up to lay atop Junghee.
“Kiss me, yeobo,” Junghee whispered, her face red and beaded with sweat, as she pulled Gwiboon into a kiss.