Recollection

You should be in class right now. You should be diligently taking notes, following along, paying attention.

But you’re not—

No, you’re camped out in a café near campus at nine in the morning, nursing a cup of coffee that’s gone lukewarm while you stare through the window, questioning your life decisions. Not the best use of your time on a Tuesday—but you can’t be bothered to go to class. Not today. Maybe not later, either.

By the time you finish the coffee, it’s done absolutely nothing for you. Other than put a dent in your already fragile wallet. So it’s off to the library, hoping you can get your head on straight, or at least pretend to get started on your reading assignments.

Rather reluctantly, here you are, strolling aimlessly between endless rows of bookshelves, desperately trying to stay awake. Midterms aren’t going to wait for you. Not when your grades are already on thin ice.

Looking through each aisle for something useful, trying to focus becomes near impossible when all you see is a jumbled mess of words. Books older than you are, dust coating every inch, and you swear nobody has ever touched some of these in decades.

You’re at a loss for something relevant, left wandering blindly down an aisle, and distracted by the need to just close your eyes and drift off. So you round the corner without even realizing what section you’re in, legs almost on autopilot—

Before colliding right into something, or rather someone, the thud of books enough to wake the dead as one falls to the carpet, stumbling back at the sudden impact.

“Oh—sorry, I—” And when you look to see just who you’ve run into, you’re met with the sight of one of the prettiest girls you’ve seen on campus, eyes wide for half a second before she laughs under her breath. “That was totally my fault.”

You crouch at the same time she does, hands brushing as you both reach for the fallen notebook on the ground, only making the moment more awkward than it already is.

“N-no, it was me. I’m so sorry, wasn’t watching where I was going.”

She stands with a little smile, books gathered back in her arms, and your attention can’t be diverted away from her figure—tall, dark hair brushing past her shoulders, a loose fitting green sweatshirt that stops past her skirt, doing nothing to hide the length of her legs despite the bitter weather.

“You’re in my sociology class,” she says, her voice as sweet as her smile, almost ignoring the apology entirely. “Right? You sit near the back.”

When you get a full look at her, she’s stunningly beautiful—the type of girl who walks by and commands attention, a modelesque beauty that you can’t look away from if you tried. “Yeah. You—uh—you’re the one who always argues with the professor.”

She grins at that, unapologetic. “Someone has to.“

Before you can nod in agreement, the girl clutches her books tight against her chest, like she’s scared they’ll fall out again if she doesn’t. "I’m Yujin, by the way. The girl in class who likes to argue. Sorry, I guess we should have started off with that part, instead of plowing into each other.”

You can’t help but smile back, a bit cautious at how her name sounds familiar. “Well, uh, nice to meet you, Yujin.”

“You too,” she replies, and the look on her face wakes you up better than any strong coffee can. How her eyes linger, waiting for you to say something else. Anything. But the silence persists—awkward as it is.

“So… midterms soon—can’t wait,” Yujin laughs, a lighthearted and innocent one, yet dripping with sarcasm.

“Yeah. Midterms.” You both share the same trepidation of your upcoming exams—though it’s clear you’re more reluctant about it than her.

“I was going to grab a table,” she starts, tilting her head toward the windows. “But they’re all taken.”

When Yujin turns away, eyes glancing, you can’t help but drink in her beauty, how good she even looks from the side, as she almost catches you staring.

"Guess everyone had the same idea.”

She sighs, lips pursed, making a cute, yet frustrated look on her face. “Well, I’ll try the cafeteria instead—maybe I’ll have better luck there. If I don’t start studying soon, I’m not going to at all.”

You nod, half-paying attention, half-trying not to stare at her. "Yeah. Same.”

Another short-lived grin, then Yujin adjusts the strap to her bag on her shoulder. "Well, see you in class. I’ll be the cute girl arguing with an old man.”

Your hesitation probably goes a second too long as she makes her exit. “Y-yeah, I’ll try not to run you over next time.”

“I’d appreciate that. Good luck.”

She’s off, and you can’t forget that pretty face if you tried. Now the last thing you have in mind is getting any studying done—even if you could find a place to sit. There’s not a snowball’s chance in hell you can focus at this point.

“So, where are we going?” you ask, as the breeze hits the two of you roaming through the campus grounds, no reason to do anything except aimlessly wandering around. At least not today.

“Nowhere in particular. That’s kind of the point—it’s nice out.”

“Is that why we’re skipping class today?”

“Maybe.”

You shake your head, and follow Yujin to match her pace, walking past other students meandering around. “I think you might be a bad influence, Yujin. I’m already borderline failing.”

Yujin feigns offense at the remark, turning around so she can walk while facing you. “Who, me? Nonsense. Your day is better because of me, thank you very much. Your grades will survive without one day of missed class, I promise.”

“Promise? If I fail the exam you owe me lunch.”

With a careless laugh, Yujin doesn’t miss a beat before she gives a nod and flashes that dazzling smile. “Of course. But if I help you pass, then you have to take me out. And no cheap burger joints either.”

“What, like a date, then?” you blurt out, with no intention of holding her to it. But she looks at you a little closer, that mischievous glint in her eyes as she spins back to continue strolling through campus.

“Deal,” she says confidently before you can back out, calling your bluff with the slyest smirk you can’t even see. You open your mouth to protest, but nothing comes out of your lips as the realization sets in—but she’s already several steps ahead, a bounce in her step that lingers past the courtyard.

Now you’re not exactly sure what you’ve just gotten yourself into.

You didn’t exactly plan on skipping class either—especially not with one of the hottest girls on campus. Yujin’s effortless charm, however, along with her intoxicating confidence is hard to fight against.

“Can’t wait.”

“Me neither,” Yujin adds, that sinister grin still stuck on her face. “I’ll wear something nice. Fancy—just for you.”

That makes yourself even a bit more speechless, slow to catch up, but following after with your thoughts wandering a bit further than they should.

You really should be studying.

Textbooks litter the library table, notebooks and pens strewn around, backpacks open—a full on mess, organized chaos if you will. It’s emptier than usual at this hour. Mostly devoid of people, save for a few around, most with headphones in, lost in their own bubble. All of that gets ignored in favor of what really has you distracted—Yujin’s soft lips, plump, addictive, crashing against yours, the couch being your little haven to indulge in the taste of her.

“Aren’t we supposed to be studying? Like, for our exam—on Monday,”

Yujin parts just for a moment, breath hot on your skin as she stays dangerously close in your lap. “Are we not? That’s what I’m doing, after all.”

“Yujin—”

“Just studying with my mouth,” she murmurs in a half-assed explanation, although the next kiss silences every single doubt you might have. “How good a kisser you are. See? Productive, right?”

You don’t even have time to roll your eyes while Yujin steals another kiss, a hand running through your hair as her mouth leads you in a messy little make-out session on the couch with no shame in mind. No way that someone’s not looking your way, either too embarrassed or scandalized by such a blatant display.

But Yujin couldn’t care less in the heat of the moment—and neither can you.

Not while you ignore everything but these lips that can’t get enough, the warmth, the delicate little gasps that slip out, all impossible to resist.

“You know, you’re cute when you’re shy,” Yujin teases, breaking apart to let her gaze linger. “Think we should make out more.”

“I’m not—I just—”

Another sweet smile throws you completely off guard, until her tongue is right back inside your mouth, on a mission to turn you into nothing but putty in her grasp. “It’s the same look when we first met. Like you wanna tell me something but you’re too scared to do it…”

You break from the kiss to look at her, wondering when her fingers became so tangled in your hair, tugging softly. “Scared? You think I’m scared around you, An Yujin?”

That cute, playful expression vanishes, replaced by a look of surprise for a second, eyes narrowed as she looks down at you with a simple tilt of her head. “Please—just Yujin. Or Yujinnie, I really like that. Or your favorite person in class.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself. Yujinnie.”

Yujin lights up when you call her by that—all her usual smug confidence disappearing in the blink of an eye. “Maybe you’re not as shy around me as I thought, actually.”

Another kiss, a teasing graze of her tongue, and Yujin breaks off to give a dangerous smirk that means only trouble.

“No, I was totally bluffing. I’m too nervous to even look at you sometimes.”

Yujin giggles, resting her forehead against yours, almost innocent in the way those eyes try to bore into your own. “You’re kissing me in the library. In public. For like, the last hour. How shy can you possibly be?”

“Okay, yeah—that’s fair. But—”

Before you can try to salvage the situation, Yujin doesn’t give an inch, leaning in closer and cupping your face. “Come over tomorrow.”

“W-what? Over to where?”

She rolls her eyes, in an amusingly dramatic kind of way. “Where do you think? To my place. You can meet my roommate too. She’s almost the same age, and you’ll like her.”

Now you’re nervous for a whole different reason.

“S-sure, I’ll swing by tomorrow—”

“Don’t sound so excited,” she teases, leaning back in your lap, that puppy dog excitement written all over her face. You can feel her impatience with every kiss, her affection bleeding through every eager peck, how you’d barely have a chance to recover before she steals your breath all over again.

“Meet me after class. I’ll drive you. It’s only a few blocks from here, too.” There’s not a hint of hesitance with Yujin as she locks lips with you again, a warm, hungry little kiss, one that lasts as long as she wants.

“Y-yeah—of course.”

“This—this is your place?” you ask, nearly dumbfounded the second Yujin shuts the door behind the two of you. From the moment you entered the private parking garage, and then took an elevator up, the reality still failed to hit you until you stepped inside. Yujin leads you through the fancy living room, decorated in all sorts of furniture you’d expect in an expensive magazine or some art show.

And then there’s the giant kitchen, the floor-to-ceiling windows, the glass staircase that leads up to who knows where—it’s the kind of place you’ve only seen in movies or on TV.

“What, did you think I was joking? Welcome to my humble abode.”

You raise an eyebrow at that—humble is clearly not the right word to use for something this massive. The pool table, the marble counters, the kitchen island, with an expensive looking coffee machine off to the side—and this is still just the main floor. Yujin chuckles at your disbelief, savoring the reactions as the two of you stroll into the kitchen.

“It’s… how do you even afford this?”

“By being adorable and perfect and charming, of course. How else?” Yujin giggles, before hopping up on the kitchen counter, grabbing a strawberry from a bowl. “What do you think? Best view of campus if you ask me.”

You can’t even imagine living in something so ridiculous and garish—and the fact that she lives here with only one other roommate is even more unreal to you. “Didn’t realize I was friends with a girl this rich. What the hell are you doing hanging out with me anyway?”

Yujin laughs at how speechless you seem, like nothing about this is fazing her in the slightest. “Because you’re cute. And I like kissing you in the library, and the cafeteria,and every other place I’ve ever kissed you. Plus, I feel like I can relax around you. Something I haven’t had for a really long time. That’s why.”

When Yujin hops down from the counter and leans in for a kiss, it feels a little different from the rest. Not as hasty, but more of an intimate kind of kiss, something a bit sweeter, longing.

“And sociology would be fucking boring if you weren’t there to distract me.”

Even the simplest of compliments from Yujin has you completely tongue-tied. She smiles wide, those dimples appearing that make your heart flutter just a little.

“Wow—it’s not every day you bring a boy home,” another voice calls out, one you don’t recognize in the slightest, stepping into view around a corner. Dark hair, about as tall, shorter skirt than the girl next to you, a simple white t-shirt, yet an air of elegance surrounding everything she does. The similarities with Yujin don’t seem to end, although you sense just a hint of attitude.

“Got tired of the library,” Yujin explains, sharing a glance between you and the other girl. You stand awkwardly beside her, trying not to draw too much attention.

“So you brought him back home. To study? And he bought that?”

Another laugh escapes Yujin’s lips at that remark. “For the record, he agreed to come. Don’t put words into his mouth, Wonyoungie.”

Wonyoung—the name seems so familiar to you. Even when you’ve only just seen her, your mind races for a name that pops up on campus like clockwork.

“Hi, I’m Wonyoung. Since Yujin was so rude as to not introduce me.”

“I was getting to it! God, stop rushing me. You were too busy questioning my intentions and—” Wonyoung shakes her head, seemingly uninterested in the rest of her words.

Yujin shrugs it off, leaning in close to give you a shameless kiss in front of Wonyoung. “If it makes you feel better, he’s much nicer to hang out with.”

You give an awkward little laugh to show the hint of discomfort from all of Yujin’s bold remarks, the kiss that happens out of nowhere when Wonyoung is watching. Maybe it’s just to show off a bit. Or maybe you’re the pawn in an odd kind of competition you want no part of.

“Whatever. So you two are…? Hanging out? Friends? Or something else?” Wonyoung questions with a tilt of her head, waiting expectantly for one of you to answer her. You look to Yujin for an answer but she seems to enjoy dragging it out more—with another giggle and a glint in her eyes.

“Having fun. A little bit of this and that. What was that word they used in Japan again?”

Wonyoung sighs, seemingly impatient at having to walk through the point of Yujin’s question. “If you think I remembered anything other than how to order steak and ramen, then you are mistaken, Yujinnie,” she scoffs, her attitude a stark contrast to her pretty appearance.

“Look, we went on a date because he lost a bet. And now we’re kissing a lot. That’s all it needs to be right now.”

"A bet? Our Yujinnie can date any guy on campus and she goes after the one she got on a stupid bet—” Wonyoung replies with an incredulous raise of her eyebrow.

“Hey—I like him, and that’s why I used a date as the prize. You should have seen how nervous he was to even consider having dinner with me.”

Another shake of her head, and Wonyoung gives an exhausted sort of glare to Yujin who only continues smiling at how obvious it’s all becoming, that tension that has you right smack in the middle of it.

“Anyway—that’s my roommate and best friend, who has an opinion about everything I do,” Yujin says pulling you away by the arm and leading you toward the sliding glass door that leads outside. “We have a patio and a grill and a pool, I’ll show you.”

“Wonyoung can be a bit—I’m gonna go with blunt—” Yujin laughs, sinking down into the water that surrounds her, while you sit near the edge. “But once she gets to know you better she’ll warm up and loosen up a bit.”

If you’re being honest, you’re not even concerned about that right now. Sure, Wonyoung seemed a little cold, a bit stand-offish—but that’s the furthest thing from your mind now, watching Yujin glide across the water, in a pretty black bikini that leaves so little to the imagination. When she pops back up out of the water, dripping wet from head to toe, water clinging to her curves, there’s no way your eyes don’t fixate on the details—on how gorgeous she looks with that wet, messy hair, that mischievous smile that lights up her face.

“You’re staring,” Yujin says, almost proud of the fact as she steps up the ladder toward you, even harder to tear your eyes away once she gets closer.

“I-I wasn't—”

Yujin laughs, shooting this devilish little grin as she steps out of the pool, stopping right in front—like she’s making a show of it.

“It’s okay,” she tells you, walking closer so she can cup your cheeks and plant a kiss on your lips. “I want you to stare. That’s why I wore a bikini and not a one-piece. For you.”

Her confidence is undeniably attractive, and catches you off guard, Yujin glistening wet like she’s seducing every fiber of your being without a single word spoken.

Without taking her eyes off you, Yujin grabs a towel off of one of the lounge chairs, taking her sweet, precious time to dry off, her sun-kissed skin no less tempting to wandering eyes. She fluffs out her hair right out of a commercial, seemingly more interested in teasing you than wiping off all the wetness.

“Have I ever told you how much I like swimming?” Yujin adds, as if some attempt to change the subject, tossing the wet towel off to the side. She runs her hands over her bare stomach, moving to her hips, hoping you’ll follow her every move.

“No, you haven’t. But you look good doing it—I mean, you’re good at it,” you stumble out, too hypnotized to even utter anything more elaborate. Yujin laughs at your lack of ability to function.

“I was on the swim team freshman year. I miss it sometimes. But I hated getting up at the ass crack of dawn for practice,” she sighs, pretending like she hasn’t noticed how closely you watch, those tight, bikini bottoms barely covering anything. “Hard to get up at 5AM when you’re still hungover from the night before…”

That last part makes you laugh, because you’ve seen just a hint of what that looks like when Yujin saunters in a few minutes late to class. Sunglasses and coffee in hand—trying to hide those signs of a raging party on a school night.

“We have a hot tub too,” Yujin says, gesturing over to the patio area, which seems to have even more perks, almost luxurious to the max. “Do you want to try it?”

You glance over at her, hesitant in giving any kind of reply. “Not exactly wearing swim trunks here, Yujin.”

Yujin narrows her eyes at your resistance, not the least bit satisfied with an answer. “Guess that’s true—unless you wanted to try skinny dipping.”

Your cheeks turn red in an instant. “W-what, are you serious—”

Another grin lights up Yujin’s features at your immediate panic. “Of course not, I’m kidding. Unless you really wanted to, I’d be happy to get in with you, leaving this little number behind.”

Now you’re really blushing, and nothing is going to stop that anytime soon with the confidence Yujin shows off when saying such things with little thought. Before you can even speak, Yujin leans in closer, the softness of her lips brushing up against your cheek. “Relax—don’t worry, you don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. But that doesn’t mean I won’t tease you about it. You really are cute when you get all nervous and shy.”

Maybe Yujin enjoys your embarrassment a bit too much. The amount of recent times she’s seen you flustered has gotten well into double digits, especially in moments like this. Yujin moves back, leaning over to grab her belongings, showing off that toned, bare back, and those ridiculous thighs that only leave you with certain thoughts and impulses you try to suppress—without much luck.

“Come on shy boy—wanna show you the rest of the place. How nice my bedroom is, among other things. Then if you’re up for it, we can grab lunch, the three of us.”

It’s innocent enough, you think, but the way she says it is nothing short of a not so hidden implication. Yet you’ll gladly take her up on that, the chance to get to know her more—even Wonyoung too, whether she wants it or not.

“Lunch sounds good to me. Lead the way,” you agree with the smallest, slightest hint of hesitance still clinging to your words.

Yujin smiles wide in that dramatic sort of way, slipping her feet into a pair of designer sandals and grabbing you by the hand. “There’s a cute little bistro that’s not too far from here. Best paninis you’ll ever have. And the wine—seriously, to die for.”

“The wine? It’s like 2pm, Yujinnie,” you question, following inside, back up the stairs.

“Oh sweetie,” she purrs, those wide hips swaying with every step taken. “You have a lot to learn about us. All in due time though.”

“So that’s the night where Wonyoungie almost fell off the yacht and straight into the bay,” Yujin says, words slurred together into one messy sentence, the two of them halfway through the bottle of wine while you’ve barely managed a glass. Wonyoung looks in complete disbelief at the retelling, like the whole thing is some drummed up fabrication rather than the truth.

“I did not! Yujinnie is telling it all wrong,” Wonyoung whines, taking a long sip. “I slipped on a step while coming downstairs and almost knocked out a tooth. Not sure how that counts as falling off the damn boat!”

Yujin breaks into a fit of laughter at the protest from her roommate. “Yeah, yeah. Being drunk in heels at that party wasn’t your smartest move, that’s all I’m trying to say,”

“Shut up Yujinnie, you were way worse! Always hanging off every boy who would talk to you and trying to find a place to make out—classic Yujin, not a care in the world about where she puts her lips.”

Yujin doesn’t even attempt to hide that cocky kind of smile at the accusation, not ashamed in the slightest about what she’s done or who she’s done it with.

“Listen, I like kissing people. Plus, after all the money I spent on that yacht for the night, I think I earned it.” She looks at you, mouth still full of a bite of food. “That was before I met you though, don’t worry. We were a little wild back then. Guess you’ve kept me out of trouble ever since.”

“That’s underselling it,” Wonyoung fires right back, her fork gliding through a slice of strawberry cheesecake, with the daintiest of touches. “Have you forgotten about the time you passed out on the floor of that roof deck—”

“Quiet, princess,” Yujin warns, pressing a finger to Wonyoung’s whipped cream covered lips, with a subtle glance your way. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence. He doesn’t need to hear about those dirty little secrets.”

There’s a striking blush that radiates from Yujin’s cheeks, either from the alcohol, or from embarrassment, or both—either way, it’s a rare sight you aren’t likely to forget. Even as she steals a bite from Wonyoung’s dessert, shameless in the way her tongue darts across the fork—the girl sits there smiling, the opposite of flustered and more amused than you’ve ever seen her.

“Fine. Guess we all have embarrassing college stories we want hidden away,” Wonyoung answers with a hint of defeat and a more annoyed look sent Yujin’s way.

Yujin can’t help but smirk at that, like she’s pondering what she’s about to spill. “Like that one time you offered a lap dance to the captain of the football team, without even knowing he had a girlfriend?”

“Hey, not my fault I never got told that little piece of info. There was no sign and—” Wonyoung defends, practically batting Yujin’s hand away in an attempt to keep the last bite of cheesecake just for herself.

“They were literally kissing earlier in the same room. But you made the poor thing cream his pants mid-lap dance, right in front of her. I almost felt bad for him,” Yujin recalls, the laughter spilling out of her uncontrollably.

Wonyoung rolls her eyes. “He could have stopped me at any time. Not my fault he’s so into tall girls, half-naked grinding on his crotch.”

You can’t even believe what the conversation has turned to, desperately needing a refill of your glass, and any kind of chance to remove yourself from this topic. “I need to use the bathroom, excuse me for a minute.”

Yujin stops giggling for long enough to see you stand. “You want us to join you? The bathrooms here are huge, plenty of space for three—”

“Please don't—” you nearly beg, turning a bright shade of red, shaking your head immediately in protest.

“But you might get lost,” Wonyoung adds, wiping her mouth with the napkin placed in her lap.

You don’t dignify either of those responses, finishing off your drink and promptly exiting, eager to escape before their suggestions get any more ludicrous.

The connection dips for just a second.

Slowly, the image comes back up after freezing. Wonyoung appears in frame first, phone held at arm’s length to capture the best possible angles, while Yujin pops her head up a second later, wrapping her arms around Wonyoung’s waist.

“Daddy, can you hear us? This wifi kinda sucks, hold on—” Wonyoung starts, moving from her spot near the balcony railing, hoping to get a little better signal. Yujin stays right behind her, hugging the slender frame of Wonyoung close like she needs to share the space too, even when there’s plenty. “There, is that better?”

You pause a moment to answer. Wonyoung shows up clear as day, wearing nothing but a skimpy black bikini, her killer body absolutely glowing under the sun. Yujin seems equally distracting, head tilted downward and buried in Wonyoung’s neck, clad in a white tight-fitting bikini that’s even less modest than the previous one.

“Yeah. Lots—” is all you say, barely able to even formulate words at the view. Wonyoung smiles when your eyes can’t help but wander over all that exposed flesh and thin cloth barely covering their bodies.

“Missed you today. And yesterday and the day before that,” Wonyoung says, flashing a little pout while shifting to hold the phone a little more upright to take the weight off her arm. Yujin, of course, isn’t too far behind—and promptly peppers the side of Wonyoung’s neck with a line of soft kisses, reaching just below her ear before pausing to speak.

“The beach is nice and all, but… it’s a bit lonely without someone to complete the picture,” Yujin says, hands falling lower down Wonyoung’s tiny waist.

“Miss you both so much too,” you reply, voice trailing off as your thoughts fade and you sink back down into your chair, phone held up slightly to keep watching.

Wonyoung squirms a little when Yujin bites the exposed, bare shoulder that is just right within reach—hands clutching tighter at her waist, like Yujin wants to feel every part of her that she possibly can.

“Not as much as I miss you, daddy,” Wonyoung says, clearly flustered by Yujin’s actions, who has shown little to no interest in keeping her hands to herself. “Our bed feels so empty without you next to us.”

“And nobody to show off our sexy little outfits to. Or all the different bikinis we bought—”

Even through the phone, you can pick up that Yujin has begun to grow impatient, hands on those curvy hips squeezing harder with the intent to provoke.

“Yujin—b-behave yourself, we can’t make daddy jealous,” she attempts to scold, unable to stay focused on the other side of the call with Yujin’s devilish hands getting friskier by the second.

“I don’t think daddy looks jealous,” Yujin replies, spinning Wonyoung so fast that she almost drops her phone in surprise. Yujin stares her down before tilting her chin upward to plant a firm, deep kiss. She reaches around to fondle Wonyoung’s plentiful ass, shamelessly squeezing the soft skin in her grasp. Wonyoung does her best to hold the phone up—the connection stable for now as Yujin grows hungrier for contact.

“Okay, guess Yujin is feeling a bit needy,” Wonyoung insists, gaze bouncing between you and Yujin who only plays ignorant. “We better let you go, daddy. The sun will be going down soon and—”

“So will I, princess,” Yujin interrupts, stealing another taste of those lips before she can finish. “Sorry, daddy—we promise to call as soon as we’re back from the beach. We don’t wanna miss our sunset spot and you know Wonyoungie isn’t a big fan of mosquitoes.”

“T-talk to you soon,” Wonyoung stammers out, trying desperately to maintain any modesty left standing before you, face flushed red and Yujin only furthering that shade by dragging her glossy lips down her neck.

“Try not to miss us too much,” Yujin says, waving while planting a peck right underneath Wonyoung’s earlobe.

“Can’t wait. Don’t get into too much trouble.”

“No promises.”

They each give a silent nod in response, and the screen goes black. You slump back against the recliner in the living room, letting out a heavy sigh. It’s only been a few days, and yet it feels like months since seeing Wonyoung and Yujin. Everything is so unfamiliar without them—you’re hardly used to such solitude anymore.

All their bickering and pointless arguments, now there’s none of it. The nights without Yujin’s clingy, affectionate antics, where her entire body wraps itself around your frame when she sleeps. And without Wonyoung laying against your chest, the two of them stealing all the sheets and blankets without remorse.

You miss it all. You miss everything about them.

Maybe a long shower would help—that’s what you tell yourself when pushing out of that recliner, strolling across the shiny hardwood floors that lead upstairs. Not like they haven’t been sending pictures and videos—but they don’t compare to the real thing. A look at the liquor cabinet briefly catches your attention, but you don’t linger on it for too long.

A shower will have to do for now.

In their hotel room, Wonyoung lies flat across the bed, facing the ceiling while Yujin’s weight keeps her in place. Yujin nibbles and kisses that sweet spot just beneath her ear—that place she knows all too well will never fail.

“W-what happened to the beach? The sunset? Going to dinner and all…” Wonyoung tries, breathing heavy already under all the attention Yujin lavishes upon her.

“We have all week to do that. We’ll catch it tomorrow or something—unless, you would rather me stop?”

“What if I do?” Wonyoung starts, narrowing her eyes at her roommate. “What if I wanted to get out of this bikini and wear a fancy new dress and go eat fancy food at that beachfront place?”

It throws Yujin for a loop, having already come into this expecting a certain answer—to hear the complete opposite. It’s unexpected, but not unwelcome, as much as the surprise written on her features would indicate. “Then I’ll stop. And we can get all dolled up if that’s what you really want, princess.”

They study each other, unsure, both caught up in the silence lingering between them. In an instant, Wonyoung leans up just enough to crash her lips into Yujin’s. “Yeah, that sounds good. Let’s do that.”

Yujin sits stunned for just a second, until her lips spread into a grin—entirely too happy with the unexpected change of events. “Let’s make a night out of it, then.”

Their lips meet again and Wonyoung gets her arms around the nape of Yujin’s neck to tug her closer. “A date—in Hawaii.”

“A date,” Yujin agrees, thumbs pressing into squishy cheeks. “How romantic.”

“Don’t make fun of me or I’ll kill you—”

“Oh please, you’d never. I’m your favorite person, we both know that,” Yujin says, sliding up off the bed to get to her feet.

“You’re my favorite idiot,” Wonyoung corrects, quickly attempting to follow—not wanting to lose sight of Yujin for even a second.

“Also true—now come on, princess. Let’s go get ready.”

Wonyoung watches intently from across the table, stirring her strong cocktail, shoving a piece of garlic coconut shrimp in her mouth every once in a while.

“When was the last time we went out on our own? This feels weird,” Yujin says, dipping a slice of bread in a little bowl of olive oil.

“You mean, without daddy?” Wonyoung replies, sipping at her glass. Yujin nods. “Feels like an eternity.”

Yujin cuts a piece of fish and offers it across the table, Wonyoung immediately leaning in to get a bite of it. She watches the smile evident before going back to her meal.

“This was a good idea, Wonyoungie,” she mentions, sliding the plate between them to get another bite for herself. The amount of food piled high before them is borderline obscene, a mix of several small plates from different areas of the menu filling the entire table.

“What, Hawaii?”

Yujin nearly snorts. “No, going on a date,” she corrects, biting down. “Alone.”

Wonyoung tries hard not to break into a smile, failing terribly at hiding it. “We went on plenty of dates. Don’t be weird.”

“Doesn’t mean I missed this any less—still feels kinda nice to do things together. Even if we did them before.”

Wonyoung fidgets a bit with her necklace when she finally meets that pair of beautiful eyes looking her way. “Maybe. Seems like we spend all of our time trying to please daddy. Seduce him in public and get him all embarrassed and flustered… sometimes I forget about how we started.”

“That one party sophomore year, the one with the pool on the roof—there was so much booze.”

“Of course that’s the thing that you remember most,” Wonyoung taunts, stabbing a piece of grilled pineapple with a fork.

Yujin chuckles, taking another bite. “It was where we first kissed—on that ugly couch. You practically dared me to do it—so I did.”

“You didn’t kiss me,” Wonyoung dismisses, shifting in her seat. “I kissed you.”

Yujin stops to lean up on her elbows across the table, smirking while she does. “Is that how you remember things, princess?”

“Just the truth.”

“Truth or not, we kissed, and then we drank a whole bottle of wine together—”

“Then we woke up on that couch, with my lipstick on your neck and a mark on mine the size of the sun,” Wonyoung giggles.

“That couch really was hideous,” Yujin says, dissolving into laughter at the same time as Wonyoung. The two of them linger in silence for just a few seconds—like that one party was just the other night instead of years ago.

“The worst,” Wonyoung says, reaching over to grab a slice of garlic bread from the stack of dishes. “But I woke up with you still snoring on top of my chest and it made it a little less terrible.”

Yujin scoffs, feigning some sense of embarrassment. “I’ve never snored a day in my life—think that was you, princess.”

Wonyoung laughs harder. “No way! I know what I heard. Do I have to call daddy to remind you?”

“I’m pretty sure he’ll side with me on this,” Yujin says, full of confidence, fork full of pasta aimed at Wonyoung in an attempt to shut her up.

The two share a quiet look from across the table, finishing up the last of the food before them. Most of the plates sit empty, except the raw squid, (because neither of them have the courage to even try).

Yujin decides to take the leftover bottle of wine and pour the remnants into a single glass, swirling it once or twice with an attempt to savor it. Meanwhile, Wonyoung doesn’t waste time perusing the dessert menu, like she’s already completely familiar with it.

“Ice cream,” she mutters, eyeing the flavor list while the waitress fills her water glass. “Mango, with extra caramel and whipped cream. Two spoons, please.”

There’s a laugh that can be heard from Yujin the moment the waitress gives a quick nod and leaves the table—seemingly amused by Wonyoung’s insatiable appetite for sweets.

“Is there anything you love more than ice cream?”

Wonyoung sips at her cocktail, far past the point of anything left to drink—just an array of fruit and ice left sitting in the glass. “Do I even have to answer that question? You, dummy. And daddy.”

“Really?” Yujin answers with a sense of feigned surprise. “More than shopping or sex?”

“Those are tied for third. You and daddy, mint chocolate chip, and then getting plowed hard from behind.”

Yujin nearly cackles. “Well, thank you I guess.”

“You’re welcome,” Wonyoung says, eyes wide when an enormous bowl of mango ice cream arrives. Three scoops are layered carefully, with a dollop of whipped cream resting on top of it and a drizzle of caramel for good measure, small flakes of coconut, a cherry as the final touch. Wonyoung glances down at it, with zero hesitation for ruining its immaculate presentation.

But before getting that first taste, Wonyoung plops the cherry between her lips—waiting for Yujin to inevitably take notice. When she does, Wonyoung hooks a finger under her chin, drawing Yujin forward.

They lock eyes, and Wonyoung bites down on the cherry, catching half of it before nudging the rest past Yujin’s lips. The moment lingers, faces inches apart. Yujin struggles not to smile when they finish the cherry off, sharing the sweet flavor with ease, going in to steal one more taste. This time, their lips meet without a hint of hesitation, no care for who sees or not. It’s brief, and Wonyoung deepens it just long enough before pulling back. Then just like that, Wonyoung shifts the focus entirely to the heaping pile of ice cream sitting before her.

“Who knew you could be such a romantic?” Yujin says, sliding her spoon through the soft, sunset-colored dessert.

“Shut up,” Wonyoung says flatly, tongue running over her spoon while she goes back in for more. “It’s a one time thing.”

Yujin nearly doubles over with laughter at the dismissal, nearly losing the ice cream in her mouth at how Wonyoung tries hard to play things off. They sit there in silence, enjoying the calmness of this moment after stuffing themselves with too much seafood and wine and sweets.

And when the check comes, that becomes a whole ordeal, bickering back and forth who should cover the pricey tab, insistent that both be responsible. Yujin offers, which Wonyoung promptly turns down. But that’s when Yujin just insists—using those puppy dog eyes against Wonyoung without fail as her secret weapon.

“Ugh, fine,” Wonyoung eventually concedes, crossing her arms while Yujin slips her card inside that fancy black leather folder without even a second’s pause. “I better get fucked so hard tonight that I won’t remember that we just spent that much money on dinner.”

“Don’t worry, princess. I was already planning on that. Now let’s go take a few more pictures for daddy, maybe even make a video for him—”

Wonyoung perks up as soon as the check is settled. “But I wanna walk on the beach, barefoot on the sand…” she adds, leaving no room for arguing.

“Whatever you want, then. We’ll have a little stroll on the beach. There’s supposed to be a full moon tonight too, according to the weather app.”

Wonyoung wipes her mouth before getting out of the chair, giving Yujin the quickest, sweetest kiss on the cheek. “Race you, loser buys tomorrow’s breakfast—”

“In heels? Are you insane?” Yujin follows close behind as Wonyoung scrambles to slip her shoes off, stepping down onto the soft sand of the beach with both in hand. “You goddamn cheater, Jang Wonyoung!”

Wonyoung giggles while Yujin slumps on the edge of a bench, fussing with the strap of her heels, almost falling over herself in the process. She gets her shoes off just in time to see Wonyoung disappear down near the shoreline, stopping right in front of the incoming waves.

“Brat,” Yujin mutters, quickly moving across the sand to meet Wonyoung. In no time, they’ve wandered off pretty far from the busy center of the beach, walking near a more secluded spot on the shore.

“And yet, you’re still here following me,” Wonyoung says as they stroll along the coast, offering up her hand in an invitation. Yujin catches it without delay, lacing their fingers together.

“I can’t seem to help it. Guess it’s the devilish charm,” Yujin says, trying to steady herself while her toes sink in the soft white sand.

Wonyoung squeezes tighter while she walks. “Not the looks? Or the ass? Or even my stunning personality?”

“All of the above,” Yujin says, lifting her interlocked fingers toward her face—planting a small kiss against the back of Wonyoung’s hand “Plus, so many more.”

Wonyoung pauses for a moment, making Yujin stop in her tracks beside her. She turns to look up at those beautiful eyes that meet her own, waiting there, right in place, not moving an inch while the ocean waves crash around them. “Yujinnie—”

“What is it, princess?” she asks, taking a step closer—so the glow of the moon hits them just right.

“Just wanted a good look at you before I do this again,” Wonyoung answers, both her hands clutching Yujin’s face while pulling her close enough to leave an intoxicating kiss. It’s all slow and methodical, the waves crashing the perfect backdrop while Yujin holds a gentle grasp around Wonyoung’s slender waist, letting the moment wash over them. Their lips remain locked for a bit, nothing more than the sound of heavy, blissful breaths escaping until they pull away to catch a dose of fresh air.

“You look really pretty tonight,” Yujin says, her face so close that their noses bump against each other.

“I know, dummy,” Wonyoung laughs out, both hands wrapped around Yujin’s neck, kissing along every part of her face. “But so do you. Like, really pretty. The way that bra really pushes up your tits, damn…”

“Thought you would like that,” Yujin replies, skin warming under the sudden praise. “But I really like that tight dress on you—makes your legs look even more incredible.”

Wonyoung doesn’t say anything for a moment, like they’re both just content with checking the other out under the bright, clear night sky. “Let’s go back. I’m not letting you fuck me on a beach.”

Yujin can’t help but laugh at that one. “Trust me, I had no plans on it. We’d never get all the sand out, or off, even if it’s really pretty here.”

“Good,” Wonyoung agrees, kissing up and down Yujin’s jaw. “Because my feet hurt like hell. And I really, really need you to fuck my brains out—”

“So romantic,” Yujin chuckles, entirely sarcastic.“Want me to carry you back, brat?”

“Do I even have to give an answer for that?”

Yujin shakes her head, somehow even more incredulous at how shameless she is. She turns and lowers just a bit, and Wonyoung is quick to climb on her back, arms linked around her neck, clinging on for dear life.

“Am I heavy, Yujinnie?”

Yujin shifts a bit to maintain her balance under Wonyoung’s weight, before trudging through the sand rather effortlessly. “Yes.”

Wonyoung fakes offense, a loud, dramatic gasp filling the silence around them. “Hmph—maybe if you trained more at the gym then you wouldn’t have that problem.”

“Oh please. Do you want my ass to be even bigger? My thighs thicker? My arms are already massive—”

“Don’t say it like it’s a bad thing. That just means you can throw me around and choke me—”

“You’re so fucked in the head, Wonyoung—” Yujin’s laughter continues, tipping a bit sideways that has Wonyoung clutching tightly onto Yujin’s body—on the verge of nearly dropping her in the process.

“Hey, watch it, dummy.”

“Maybe if you weren’t so heavy—”

“I’m delicate, don’t you dare drop me, An Yujin, I will murder you.”

Yujin glares, not that Wonyoung can see from where she sits. “The ocean is right there, princess, it’d be very easy for me to just throw you in.”

“You wouldn't—”

“Try me,” Yujin retorts, a challenge, taking a sharp detour as she inches her feet dangerously close to the waterline, causing panic for Wonyoung who lets out a sudden shriek.

“Yujinnie!”

In a fit of giggles, Yujin adjusts the girl on her back, lowering her down slowly, so they can walk the rest of the way hand in hand. “As good as you look wet, I wouldn’t dare to ruin that pretty outfit. Not in a million years.”

“Brat—”

Yujin beams at that, but says little else before the two take the last few steps across the sand, rejoining the cobblestone path that leads back toward the hotel. They make it all the way to the room, barefoot with sandy toes, heels in hand while the elevator rides up.

Once inside, with their shoes dumped at the door, Yujin is the first to grin, pinning Wonyoung against the bathroom door. Wonyoung tenses up, a little gasp once Yujin dives into her neck, placing several hot kisses along the sensitive skin.

“So, photos? Right here? Or on the couch—the bed?”

Wonyoung, now flustered, breath heavy with the anticipation of what is about to unfold, trembles at her words. “Here. Get the rope, the red one. And the vibe, the pink one.”

“Aren’t they all pink?” Yujin questions, fighting not to laugh.

“No. The white one is weaker, the red one is stronger—and the pink one makes me scream. Now, hurry—”

“If you insist, princess.”

“Still not picking up?”

It’s late in the afternoon, far past lunch. The sun is well into play over the coast of Hawaii, with the two lazily lounging in bed, a mess of clothes still on the floor from the night before.

“Still not answering,” Yujin says, tossing the sheets off her naked body. “Not my texts, not my calls. He didn’t even look at the photos I sent him.”

“We’re sure we have the right time zones? That shit is so confusing,” Wonyoung replies, not bothering to sit up at all.

“Yes, I’m sure. We called him before at this time, so it should have been fine. It’s not like him to just completely ignore us either.”

Wonyoung hugs her pillow a bit closer, checking the notifications. “I know—he didn’t tell us he was busy. He shouldn’t be in classes at this hour, so I doubt that it’s him having to deal with that.”

“Then what is it?” Yujin whines, a hint of anxiety making her voice crack. She manages to make her way out of the sheets, staring into the open window that leads out to the view, sunlight warm on her bare skin.

“When did we last talk to him?” Wonyoung ponders, prying herself out of the sheets to try and calm the situation.

“Last night. Before we went out to that restaurant,” Yujin says, phone left on the bed while she looks out at the endless blue.

“Yeah. That’s not that long. Maybe he was tired, passed out, I don’t know, got wasted or something—”

Yujin turns around, eyeing Wonyoung directly with concern. “In the morning? By himself? That doesn’t really sound like him.”

Wonyoung doesn’t look up, staring down at her phone. No matter the call attempts, they all seem to go unanswered. Texts ignored. Even the most salacious photos don’t garner a single reply, like everything they’ve done is completely disregarded.

Yujin takes the opportunity to check herself out, wearing nothing at all, stopping by the mirror in the middle of the room to stare at her reflection. “Daddy, where could you be… if not at home, or sleeping off a hangover.”

“There’s no point in sitting around worrying,” Wonyoung eventually decides, trying to be the reasonable one among the pair. She sets her phone aside on the nightstand, looking up at Yujin’s worried reflection. “Come back to bed.”

“It’s already three—”

“And?” It’s still early back home, daddy could just be out and about. Maybe the phone’s on silent. Maybe he dropped it, or left it somewhere. We can’t let our worries get the better of us.“

Yujin sighs, almost annoyed at how right Wonyoung is. But still, that anxiousness persists. "Ugh, fine. But I’m calling one more time. Then we’ll order room service for lunch, then shower… I won’t keep thinking about it. Promise.”

“Whatever you need, Yujinnie,” she answers softly, propping herself up against the headboard. “Call him, I’ll think of what we should order, so you can focus on something else for a while.”

With a small nod, Yujin dials once more—a feeling in the pit of her stomach that doesn’t go away no matter the constant reassurances as the call goes to voicemail again. But there’s not much to do about it now. A long, hot shower with Wonyoung and eating her weight in carbs might not solve the issue, but it would certainly be a great start.

For now, that’s all that Yujin can really do.