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Byulyi you know better than this. You know better than to hang onto this hope that she will come back. Not when she wont even return to this part of Seoul. Why do you keep breaking you own heart?

Moonbyul tossed her phone onto the bed wishing the distance would make the words sting less. Her best friend was right and she knew it but she couldn’t give up on the hope that Wheein would return to her.

Moonbyul was an absolute mess, crying day in and day out. Her apartment looked like it had been ransacked by thieves and her fridge was completely empty. Her best friend Solar had tried to clean the mess. She had tried to get Moonbyul out of the apartment once and it ended in a shouting match. There was only so much even her patience could take.

Wheein had changed her phone number. Moonbyul knew this when she tried to call her using Solar’s phone, calling over and over just to make sure the number was entered correctly. She was blocked on all of Wheein’s social media accounts. Without knowing where she was Moonbyul was completely alienated from the love of her life.

“What did you do that was so terrible that she up and left the city?” Solar asked drunkenly one night. It was a question she had promised she wouldn’t ask and it rubbed Moonbyul the wrong way to hear it.

After a couple more drinks Moonbyul thought she was able to respond without breaking into tears.

“I told her I loved her. When she said she couldn’t reciprocate I tried to take my own life.”

“You what?!” Solar’s eyes were wide from shock and anger, “How come this is the first time I’ve heard about this?”

“I’m not proud of it.” Moonbyul kept her head down, “But you promised not to ask me if you can’t handle the truth it’s your own damn fault.”

“When I’m sober we’re going to have a little talk.”

Solar nodded off just before the sun began to rise. The light filtered through the open window shining down onto Moonbyul on the floor. She shimmered and evaporated into the sun beam for a moment then reappeared in a dark corner of the room holding her knees to her chest.

How long would she haunt this apartment before she was over Jung Wheein?

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Wheein hears it all the time. The nickname everyone seemed to agree on, Angel. First off Moonbyul’s lips in their private time, then from the fans, now from the company for her sub-unit with Solar. She wasn’t sure how she felt about it anymore.

“You will always be my angel. When I’m tired and struggling you always put wings on me.” Moonbyul whispered as she nibbled on Wheein’s ear.

“Does that make me an angel?” Wheein took a sharp inhale enjoying the attention.

“It makes you my angel. Your smile melts my heart, I love you little Wheein.” Moonbyul snuggled closer to Wheein embarrassed by her confession.

“You’re silly, Byulie.” A smile spread across Wheein’s face almost becoming a laugh.

“Get a room you two.” Hwasa complained entering the practice room.

“We had a room until you walked in.” Wheein was quick to respond, “Besides what else were we to do while we wait for you and Solar. You’re an hour late.”

“I like to look at it as if you are an hour early.” Hwasa looked up at the door as it opened revealing Solar.

“Hey guys-DAMNIT Moonbyul get off her neck! What are you a sucker fish?” Solar stomped over to Moonbyul and dragged her away by the arm, “WE ARE IN PUBLIC.”

“Are you jealous?” Moonbyul licked her lips slowly, “I’m sure I could convince Wheein to let you join us just once.”

“Or not.” Wheein cleared her throat loudly as she crossed the room and claimed Moonbyul’s lips once again.

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Today, 6:31 AM
I’m here, where you at?

 

Today, 6:33 AM
Hello? Yongsun? Where are you?

 

Today, 6:45 AM
Yo answer the damn phone.

 

Today, 7:10 AM
I’m starting without you.

Solar fumbled with her phone as she tried to quickly silence it. She was trying her best not to scream, not to breathe loudly and to become as small as she could. Peeking around the corner she saw the hunched over figure of Moonbyul, her mouth solidly attached to the side of her victim’s neck.

Solar felt sick to her stomach as her reality came crashing down around her. She turned away from the corner and headed to the closest bathroom praying that she didn't puke in the floor on her way. How was she going to look Moonbyul in the eye now?

“Yongsun.”

Solar screamed and tried to run away but only ended up cornering herself in the furthest stall on the public restroom. Moonbyul was right behind her with an irritated expression on her face. One shining incisor peaked out below her upper lip pricking her lower lip.

“Solar calm down.”

“Y-y-y-you’re a vampire!” Solar stuttered holding her hands out to stop Moonbyul from getting any closer.

“I know that. This is the third time this month you’ve walked in on me and guess what you react the exact same every time.” Moonbyul slapped Solar’s hands away and took hold of her shoulders. She stared intensely into Solar’s eyes, “You saw me helping a drunk man in the alley. We just bumped into each other in the bathroom.”

Solar scrunched her face in confusion but it soon passed and Moonbyul let go of her. There was an award giggle from Solar before they parted ways after a few minutes of Moonbyul trying to explain to her why they were both in the stall. Moonbyul hung back once Solar was gone and cursed loudly into her fist.

“Stop waiting for the day she won’t be terrified of you.” A sultry voice said behind her.

“It’s not that easy Seulgi-yah.” Moonbyul turned around to the younger girl, “Have you heard the way the blood pumps through that girl? She blushes so easily and when I see all that blood flooding to her face like that I just can’t help myself.”

“You’re such a glutton.” Seulgi rolled her eyes, “But seriously stop playing this game. The amount of times you have manipulated her memory is going to give her brain damage.”

“One more try?”

“No more tries.”

“Pwease?”

“No.” Seulgi said with authority, “And if I catch you, and you know I will, there will be hell to pay.”

“Fine.” Moonbyul conceded defeat, “But when I accidentally bite her don't get mad at me.”

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The taste of her lips isn’t natural, Moonbyul thinks to herself as her tongue sweeps over them. They’re too sweet, too juicy, too much like they tasted in the dream she had the night before – and all the other nights before that, too.

Part of her wonders if maybe this is a dream too because surely Wheein can’t be pressing her body against hers, their shapes moulding together... can she?

The sharp pain Moonbyul feels in her side as Wheein’s fingers ghost over the latest bruise, she knows her dreams don’t usually qualify the pleasure with pain. 

And God, the way Wheein’s lips move over hers...

So Moonbyul keeps kissing her, tasting the nectar of her body until the sun peaks over the inky darkness beyond and she’s forced from her bed by a managers warning call, Wheein’s quiet presence following at her side.

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Wheein relaxes as soft lips brush the skin of her throat, slowly exploring, tongue mapping out every inch until it finds the pulse point and gently begins to suck. She entwines her fingers in Moonbyul’s hair and carefully tries to push her head down. There is a second’s hesitation before the lips begin to move again, agreeing, just this once, before stopping and moving up to her ear to murmur.

“Keep your eyes closed, Wheein.”

She squeezes them shut and whimpers as her senses seem to heighten instantly. Feeling consciously aware of her body, she waits. This time, when lips began to move over her skin, she could feel them smiling—a smile that widens into a grin as they fasten around a nipple, and she thrusts up, whimpering quietly. Teeth nip again, before a tongue began to lap at the abused skin, soothing without apology.

Every lap of the rough tongue against the sensitive skin causes pleasure to spark, even more so with the knowledge that she is being ruthlessly manipulated.

Air leaves her lungs in a soft moan as Moonbyul’s hand cups her left breast and starts gently playing over it, rubbing across her nipple, clever fingers causing it to pebble before they dance down her flat stomach. Lightly skimming smooth skin teasingly, the almost unbearable touch soothing, tickling, and arousing as the hand dips maddeningly low before pulling back tauntingly.

Wheein pouts slightly and raises her hips, giving the watching woman the show she was hopefully waiting for and, as if in response, there are now ten agile points of contact controlling her through the sensitive point in the hollow just below her pelvic bone and the lines of her thighs.

The mouth, which had been causing distracting jolts of pleasure to shoot from her breasts across her body, now joins the hands in their downward journey, and she spreads her legs in eager anticipation.

Slowly, a finger makes one long swipe, moving across her opening to her clit, rubbing the collected moisture across the little bud of nerves.

Moonbyul’s body moves up hers hurriedly, the fingers still rubbing, to seal their two mouths together, effectively swallowing up the loud moan that was threatening. Wordless promises are made as Wheein allows her mouth to be claimed and responded to as a tongue ruthlessly and effectively owns her. Rubbing against the roof of her mouth in both a promise and a threat, an answer to the enthusiastic thrusts upwards.

The fingers that had been pinching and rubbing against her clit move down to collect some more moisture, and in that second she thrusts up desperately, forcing the fingers inside her, however minutely.

Moonbyul’s fingers hesitate and she waits in breathless anticipation as the tongue in her mouth stays still. Slowly, the fingers in her opening begin to swirl lightly, teasingly sliding in and out oh so gradually that they can’t be any deeper than the first knuckle.

The tongue in her mouth is removed and the rapper pulls back, making her way slowly down her body and Wheein whines the second it’s gone.

She thrusts onto the fingers, trying to force them deeper into her body, but this time they aren’t going to be taken by surprise and move instead with her body, refusing to go any deeper.

“That was naughty.”

Her breath escapes in a gasp as she tries to communicate just how sorry she is, but despite forcing her hips back onto the bed, she is still helpless against the involuntary thrusts up as three fingers now rub against the entrance to her body.

There is a silence as her apology seems to be being contemplated before a forgiving lick is delivered to her clit at the same time as those three fingers thrust deep into her and her hips shoot straight off the bed again. Air escapes in a rush as her hands grip the sheets, twisting furiously at the dual sensation of her clit being manipulated mercilessly by an expert and three rigid fingers thrusting rapidly inside her. Her breath breaks out in gasps she feels her body tensing up and heat rising, ready to topple over the edge…

Before the fingers are removed and the tongue stops and she’s left, mouth open and panting breathlessly, legs spread, hands clutching the sheets to come down from an orgasm that wasn’t.

Her body feels flushed and sticky with sweat, her clit throbbing, unfulfilled lust coursing through her. She moans, not understanding, too far gone to consider this rationally, and her hips thrust up desperately against air, looking for a friction that isn’t there.

But no matter how far gone she is some rules are ingrained and despite the frantic urge to plead and beg and cry and scream all she does is clutch the sheets until she can feel her nails come back around to pierce little crescent moons into her palms, biting her lip.

She bites down harder in shock as a tongue darts inside her and the blood comes, she licks it away just in time to accept a slick tongue enter her mouth and she can taste herself.

She sucks at the tongue and the fingers disappear inside her again, a thumb joining them this time, thrusting in as far as they’ll go but it still isn’t enough. She thrusts down, the accompanying wail being swallowed up by the kiss and then the fingers move apart, stretching inside of her and she’s split so far and it feels so good.

Fingers are stretching and then pressing together and then stretching again and she’s thrusting up and down, somehow managing to keep kissing as she does so and she’s still sucking on the tongue, searching for any taste of herself and another hand moves down and starts to rub and pinch at her clit and she spreads her legs wider, desperately.

Her body’s tensing again and she’s wary this time, needing to come, unsure if she’ll be allowed to.

Then fingers start thrusting and rubbing faster and she has her answer, driving down harder than before, forcing the fingers deeper into her body, she breaks the kiss to throw her head back, teeth latching onto her collar bone as her body spasms and she screams.

Despite her orgasm, she stays tensed, eyes closed, fighting the urge to open them until a forehead rests momentarily against hers and lips brush her hairline.

“Good girl, Wheein.”

And she relaxes.

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It gets harder every time Seulgi sees Moonbyul, it becomes more difficult to force herself not to reach out to touch Moonbyul, not to let the words fall from her mouth that tell Moonbyul just how much Seulgi misses her, wants her, and God, maybe even loves her. Moonbyul didn’t know any of this. Moonbyul didn’t know because Seulgi wouldn’t let herself use that word with anyone. Even if this will be their last night together before Mamamoo starts a world tour. It will be months before Seulgi will see her again. Video chats will never be a substitute for flesh and blood. Moonbyul holds Seulgi’s heart in the palm of her hand, and she doesn’t even know it.

Moonbyul can’t. 

Moonbyul won’t. 

Because Seulgi’s cowardice won’t let Seulgi tell her.

Even if Seulgi finds herself beneath Moonbyul, Seulgi’s mouth playing over that tempting expanse of soft skin beneath her breasts as she arches above Seulgi. Seulgi slipped her fingers inside Moonbyul, so she can fuck her until Moonbyul cries before letting her return the favor. Lying limply together, arms and legs entangled, the mass of Moonbyul’s soft blonde hair playing over Seulgi’s nipples as they hold each other close. Moonbyul’s arms wrapped around Seulgi’s waist and Seulgi tells herself that she never wants to let her go, even if she will never say that she loves her.

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It was 4AM and Kang Seulgi was trying to be as quiet as possible while she gathered her sketch book and favorite mechanical pencil. She could not resist putting the perfect curve of Moonbyul’s shoulder or the way her hair swept across her back to paper. If only so that she could look back on it when loneliness stuck, with only the light filtering in through the window she set to her task.

Seulgi flipped to a blank page but before she could put pencil to paper Moonbyul had rolled over and was reaching for where Seulgi should have been. She groaned then settled into deep sleep once again. Moonbyul was even more of a cuddlier in her sleep and Seulgi found it adorable.

Seulgi was quick to lay down the basic shapes this time in case her love moved again. She spent her time on Moonbyul’s hands. The slender fingers, the boney knuckles and the ever present black hairband on her right wrist. Moonbyul rolled over again hiding her face from Seulgi’s point of view. It was fine though as the artist continued sketching from memory. An hour into her silent concentration the sound of a soft sigh broke through to Seulgi.

“Come back to bed. I can’t get comfortable.” Moonbyul grumbled barely loud enough to get Seulgi’s attention.

“I just couldn’t help myself.”

“Show me later okay?”

“Of course.”

Getting back into bed Seulgi took her time tracing a single finger down Moonbyul’s arm, now wrapped snugly around her, enjoying the gooseflesh that appeared in it’s wake. Down the long boney fingers then back up to her elbow. The hand traced the lines of Moonbyul’s back, over the hip and back up the torso until it was stopped on her collarbone with a gentle bite on the wrist.

“What are you doing?”

“Drawing you.”

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How?

Hyejin had been asking herself this since she first discovered their secret. That was two years ago and even though the secret is less of a secret then it was back then the question still makes it self known. The Wheein and Moonbyul were more concerned with the what if. They had been too worried about public backlash but not Hyejin she was just intrigued by how long they had been able to hide it from her.

How did this happen?

They were in the right place at the right time, or rather the heart was at the right place at the right time. Hyejin sometimes mused about jumping heart first into a relationship like they did. Moonbyul had simply asked for one day. One day to show Wheein what love was. One day to convince her that fear shouldn’t hold her back. She envied her group mates and vowed to do anything she could to help them out of trouble should it ever arise.

How did they cope with this everyday?

Hyejin wouldn’t be able to handle it that’s for sure. It was hard enough trying to handle the rumors when they played on stage the way they did not to mention to blunt questions asked during VLive events. She couldn’t imagine the dread that she would feel over being in public places without a solid alibi or plan of action when such evidence comes into question. They must not think about it the same way she does. They could easily ward off any rumor with the wave of a hand and a Yongkong Byulkong session. Hyejin wondered how it felt to have powers like that, how wonderful.

How is it possible?

Hyejin knew it wasn’t possible. She knew one day she would wake up from this dream and her friends would be average young adults again. The world is a funny thing and the Kpop scene is the funniest place of them all. To grant popularity and take it away all by the phases of the moon. To allow four ordinary girls to transform into vocal power houses then to let them be themselves on television or social media with the friends they call fans. It isn’t possible and yet it has happened.

Hyejin watched as Moonbyul jumped off the side of the pier to disappear in the swell of the ocean. She got to the edge and looked out into the water. Off in the distance she saw a head rise above the water long enough to steal a kiss from an unsuspecting Wheein. She smiled to herself.

How lucky am I?

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“Moonbyul unnie, I'm not a kid anymore."

"Huh? What are you talking about, Wheein?"

"Are you going to keep ignoring me? You said you'd think about it when I become an adult. You keep telling me no because I look too young!"

As Wheein shouted nearly in tears, Moonbyul smiled and approached her. She put both hands on Wheein’s red cheeks and watched the frown melt away. Wheein was smiling before she even knew it. She closed her eyes and forced a grim expression. Wake up, Jung Wheein! Don't get caught up in Moonbyul’s charm!

"Wheein, you're still too cute."

"If I’m cute, you can still date me. You obviously like me! What's the problem?"

"It's because you’re too short. Can't you just grow like three centimeters taller and ask again?"

“Seriously! Are you going to keep playing around? Do you think I'm kidding?”

Wheein was so mad that she started to actually cry. She was sick to death of her crush acting like this all the time. Moonbyul stopped smiling when she saw Wheein's face, she was flustered and hugged Wheein tightly. Moonbyul’s shoulders quickly became damp. She could hear sniffling as she patted Wheein on the back of her head gently.

“Wheein-ah, it's because you are so cute when you get mad like that. Do you really want to date this silly unnie?"

Wheein listened to Moonbyul quietly then struggled out of her arms. Moonbyul just waited with her head bowed. Wheein had a very serious expression on her face as if she had made a very dire decision and her hands were clenched at her side.

"Unnie."

"Yeah?"

"Can I kiss you?"

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Wheein stumbled in a daze down the grey and black road as far as she could in her worn-out red canvas shoes. When the fog in her mind cleared she found herself alone in the road. A shudder moved through her body as hopelessness hit her full force and she struggled to keep a cry from leaving her lips.

Her breath drifted gently up to the dimly lit sky, it was like a will-o'-the-wisp floating to the crescent moon. She stared blankly at its half-clear movement until it disappeared completely.

"It's a dream… It's just a dream.”

The only answer back to her plea to heaven was nothing but a sneer of cold wind. Before the ridicule reached Wheein, a warmth that seemed to appear from nowhere fell over her small body. Wheein brought her head down away from the sky as the open stretch of a coat came around her shoulders and the figure of Moonbyul in filled her reddened eyes.

"It's cold you need to remember to wear warmer clothes if you’re going to be out at night. You’re going to catch a cold again you know.” Moonbyul sniffed the air, “Have you been drinking, Wheein-ah?”

Moonbyul helped Wheein hugging her in her arms trying not to lose her balance. They stumbled together on the street keeping each other warm against the relentless chill. Moonbyul had rushed out to find Wheein when she hadn’t returned home and wasn’t answering her phone.

“Why have you been crying? Did something bad happen?"

“I-I had a nightmare."

“Nightmare?” Moonbyul grinned and stroked Wheein’s back comfortingly as if she actually knew what was going on, “You must have been on the bus and dozed off again. I told you it's dangerous to fall asleep just anywhere, right?"

“I know, I’m terrible and I don't listen to you unnie so I guess that's why I’ve been punished."

"Don't say that, hey, look at me don’t talk like that. Let’s get home so we can talk about this."

Moonbyul knew if they stayed like this both of them would end up freezing to death. They were quite unstable as they walked home clinging to each other. When she opened the front door to their studio apartment Wheein slipped away from Moonbyul, the familiar scent of the apartment having a sedating affect on her emotions.

"We’re home."

“Unnie why is your face so red?”

“I’m embarrassed about the way we just walked home. I’m sure it was quite a sight to anyone who saw us.” Unlike Wheein, who had hid her face while in the arms of Moonbyul, Moonbyul was exposed to the strange expressions of people they passed, “Let's melt some of this cold away, do you want hot tea or cocoa?”

“Neither but thank you.”

“You’re still shivering Wheein-ah you should at a minimum take a hot shower."

"Unnie."

“Yeah?"

"You're alive aren't you?"

Moonbyul approached Wheein with a grim look on her face and put the back of her hand on Wheein’s forehead, ”I don't think you have a fever. Did you hit your head too hard on the bus window or something?”

“I’m being serious!“

"Why are you yelling at me? Oh, hey, wait a minute! Wait! Time out!"

“Do you even know how worried I was!”

“Wheein-ah… I know…I know.”

Moonbyul wrapped her arms around Wheein again and held on tight as Wheein struggled in her arms, hitting her halfheartedly when she could. Moonbyul held in a giggle as she imagined she was trying to hold onto a big fish instead of her girlfriend.

"Jung Wheein.” As the struggle subsided, Moonbyul gently held the girl against her chest, “A dream is just a dream. It can’t hurt you.”

“...Don't."

"Hmm?"

“Don't do that..."

“Do what?"

"Oh, don't leave me! Don't ever go anywhere without me!"

Moonbyul looked at Wheein surprised. There were tears in her pleading eyes making Moonbyul wonder what kind of dream Wheein had, but as much as she wanted to ask she just as equally didn’t want to see Wheein cry.

"I'm not going anywhere, I'll stick to you like glue for the rest of my life. Whether it's in reality or in a dream, okay?”

“Promise?”

"I promise, and I'll swear on some dead relative’s grave if I have to. Is that all right?”

“Yes."

“Good, now let’s stop standing in the entrance so we can warm up properly."

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Wheein woke up with a sigh at dawn, snuck carefully out of the bed and wandered around the house to see if there was an open window or a gap letting in the cold night air. Her throat was sore from all the crying she had done but she tried to ignore it and looked down at the sleeping Moonbyul when she returned to bed.

“I really don’t know how you can be such a heavy sleeper."

Moonbyul had a look of perfect calm. Realizing that it resembled the expression of the pale, dead Moonbyul that she had seen in her dreams Wheein felt goosebumps all over her body and buried herself into the quilt even more. Still, Moonbyul was not moving. Wheein reached an arm around Moonbyul feeling a sense of complete silence and fear.

- Beep -

By pressing the button on the remote the television set lit up with a flurry of whispers and flashing lights.

"Unnie..."

There was no response.

“Moonbyul unnie..."

Wheein smoothed the hair round the silent Moonbyul's face, smiled sadly and slowly closed her drooping eyes. Now she can sleep more comfortably. If she dreams again...

"Please meet me with a smile on your face this time." She paused for a minute before continuing, "I love you."

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In an empty house a television set was eagerly reciting the news.

‘A driver of a hit-and-run accident that involved a 23-year-old college student was arrested after two days on the run. At the time, Mr. A appears to have driven the vehicle in a state of intoxication...’

‘More recently today, a woman was found dead in a studio apartment located in Seoul. The neighbors reported that there was a gas leak somewhere. The person who died was 21 years old…’

As if there were two people laughing happily as always in a space where no one heard or watched anymore the television continued without pause.