Burning

After the quarantine with Haseul, and then Jane Cho's fiery return weeks later for another passionate 24 hours, you asked for her number, and she happily gave it to you. The two of you swore to see each other at least once a week, if not two at worst, and you got to know her outside on the streets rather than in the sheets, and well, you were charmed. How could you not be—she was mature, thoughtful, and cheery. Adorable to a fault, her pout always persuaded you to stay a few more minutes before you two had to separate after each date, whether it was a stolen quick tryst at a Starbucks, or another fevered night at your place.

Thankfully, by some miracle of orbits aligning in the stars, Haseul was equally enamored with you—you were her rock outside of the craziness of the entertainment world, her little refuge few people knew about. She appreciated you just as much as you her, and with every secret meet the two of you fell harder and faster for each other.

That is, until Haseul had to prepare for Loona's concert.

"Hey." You can hear the disappointment in her voice.

"Hey babe, how are you doing?" you ask, trying to keep the disappointment out of yours.

"Not good, I don't think I can meet this week, I'm sorry." This would have been week three of not seeing Haseul. You had no doubts about your relationship, but it definitely sucked.

"That's okay, I know your concert's coming soon right?"

"Yes, next week, you'll be there?"

"Of course! I'll finally get to see you then!" You try to joke, but it backfires terribly, and Haseul sniffles loudly in the phone. "Haseul I'm sorry, that's not what I—"

"I know, I just really really miss you!" she says between muted sobs into the phone.

"Me too, me too, there, there." You comfort her best you can, and with every assurance that you'll be there, that you'll arrive an hour early, that you'll be holding up her megamind photo for all to see, that is when you finally hear her melodic laughter.

"Ahaha no don't~"

"I won't, I won't, probably not, maybe, but I'll see you there okay?"

"Mm hmm, I have to go sleep now, we have to get up early for practice again tomorrow."

"You'll do great, good night!"

"Good night, you better dream of me, mwah!" Haseul warns you cutely.

"Always, I miss you, bye!"

But as she tosses and turns in bed that night, it is Haseul who is dreaming about you—your body tangled with hers, your faces contorted in pleasure...

"Ahh oppa..." she whines as you rub your fingers against her slit, slowly applying firm pressure. "Put it in me..."

Do you want it?

"Yes, please put it in me now—ah!" You push in, and Haseul's not even embarassed by the desperate moan she lets out. "Fuck me, just fuck me hard." There is no foreplay, and you pump her furiously. You reach down, rubbing her clit and...

"Fuck!" Haseul gasps into the pillow, moaning into it as she humps her own fingers. She presses her head deeper into the pillow, muffling her long moan as she reaches a short and unsatisfying peak.

"Fuck..." This is less of a gasp and more of a curse, and Haseul pulls her fingers out, wishing it were you instead. She sits on the edge of her bed, not caring that her fingers were staining her shorts—she'd have to change out of them anyways.

Haseul sighs and reaches for some tissues, wiping herself before getting up and changing out of her shorts. The orgasm at least helps her fall asleep faster.

"Jagiya, that's not what you're supposed to do there, you have to do it like this!" Choerry shows Haseul the dance move during practice the next day.