The Ticket

“No fucking way.”

You held the crumpled, almost fragile paper in your hands. Time hasn’t been fair to it, but the smudged scribblings stayed.

One (1) date. Valid only by 20256.

You could even see the scratch-out where you’d fucked up your math, but it was there, legible and intact.

“Hyunseo,” you mumbled, “I–”

“Who’s Hyunseo?,” she teased.

“Hyunseo. You. Your name.”

“I don’t know who that is,” she smirked, obviously hinting at something.

You rolled your eyes. “Okay, Leeseo.” She beamed in an instant.

“Really? That nickname?,” you pressed. “I thought you’d grown out of it. Nobody calls you that anymore.”

“But it’s your nickname for me,” she pouted.

You pulled her in and gave her a tight hug. “Okay, fine. Happy birthday, Leeseo.”

“Thanks, hyung,” she whispered.

“Anyway, this…,” you trailed off, holding it in front of you. “Didn’t I make this when we were…”

“In 7th grade, yeah!,” Leeseo jumped excitedly. “Well, it’s 2026, and I’d like to cash this in.”

The classroom she caught you in was dead silent. No one was around peeking from the corner, no janitors or teachers nearby. Just your breathing, her breathing, and a lone squeaky ceiling fan.

She stepped closer to meet your sunken gaze, breaking your train of thought. “Is something wrong?”

“No… well, I’m trying to gather my thoughts here.” You pulled up a chair, and Leeseo sat on the table in front of you.

Where to even begin?

“Leeseo? Leeseo!”

“Sweetie, maybe she’s busy playing with her friends.”

“No, mom! I have to give her my gift! Leeseo!”

“Hyung! I’m here!”

“Leeseo! I have a gift for you. Gotta close your eyes first, okay? Three, two, one– surprise!”

“Hey! Free ice cream! I’m gonna use this tomorrow. And a sleepover? I don’t even need this coupon to do that. Wait, what's– a date?!”

“Yeah! In case you get old and wrinkly and nobody wants to go out with you. Ow!”

“You’re so mean to me! But… thank you!”

“Ow! Leeseo! Too tight!”

“I love you, hyung!”

“Leeseo… it’s been, what, nearly 7 years since I gave you that.”

“And what about it?,” she pressed. “You’re the one who made me wait until I was 19 to use this, dumbass.”

“Alright, alright, point taken.”

Leeseo smirked. “Why did you make it for when I was 19?”

“Because you were crushing on that boy in the other class, Junhee. Remember him?”

“What the hell?,” she raised an eyebrow. “I mean yeah, I remember him, but what’s he got to do with this?”

“He was younger than you by a year. So I figured I’d give you a year after he was legal to figure it out.” Leeseo lightly kicked your thigh.

“You’re crazy. That was years ago! You really think I would have asked him out? He’s so short! And he’s younger too? I didn’t know that!,” she exclaimed.

“You say that like you’re so tall,” you said as you stood up, her head as high as your shoulders while she was sitting on the table. You patted her head, and she poked your rib. You grabbed her by the waist and slung her over your shoulder, the two of you giggling all the way, and you escorted her out of the classroom.

When you put her down, the afternoon light shone on her face, eyes and teeth twinkling. She’s grown a lot, you thought to yourself, but somehow still the same.

“What are you thinking about, hyung?,” she asked, stepping a bit closer to you.

“Nothing. I can’t believe you’re 19 already.” You pulled her in for a tight hug; her body felt warm, soft, and almost as if she was melting in your arms. She hugged you back just as tightly, the spots where her arms held you stayed fuzzy. She gladly buried her face in your chest, as if trying to rub herself onto you or you onto her.

“Wow, you’re touchy,” you remarked.

“Do you want me to stop?” she asked, pouting again.

You rolled your eyes again. “Come here.”

“Hyung.”

“Leeseo?”

“I think we should get married. W-whoa! Are you okay?”

“I– Y– huh?! Get married?!”

“Did you hurt yourself? Why did you fall down?”

“I don’t know, shock? Where did that come from?”

“Do you not want to?”

“I– I think we’re too young to be talking about this, Leeseo.”

“I know! I don’t mean right now, you dummy. I mean when we’re older. When I’m like, 30. Mom says I can only get married when I’m 30.”

“Oh.”

“Why?”

“Nothing.”

“Say it.”

“It’s nothi– Ahh! Stop! That tickles!”

“Say it!”

“Okay okay! I don’t know, I’m okay with it.”

“Okay! So that’s a yes!”

“I wouldn’t say– ow! Okay! Yes! Maybe! If I miss my shot with Jessica Jung then I’ll consider it. Ow!”

“In your dreams you’ll date Jessica Jung! She’s probably gonna be married by the time you’re 21!”

“Then I just have to be a baseball legend by 20. Ow! Can you stop hitting me?”

“You said yes! I’m going to remember that.”

“I said maybe!”

“Okay, fine. Maybe. Pinky promise?”

“Pinky promise.”

“I love you, hyung.”

“Practicing already? Ow! Can you–”

“Still live here, huh?”

You saw the front porch of Leeseo’s family home come up from the corner of the street, a sight you hadn’t seen in quite a while. You used to live right in front of her house, spending time sitting on the decorative rocks right at the edge of their driveway. Your former house still looked vaguely familiar, but now very different from how you remembered it.

“Hyunseo? Who’s that with– oh!,” a voice on a bench said. Leeseo’s mother walked in your direction to greet you with a hug.

“My, it’s been so long since we’ve seen you around these parts!,” she remarked. “Hyunseo just told me how much she missed having you around.”

“Eomma!,” Leeseo whined, covering her face in her hands.

“Did she now?,” you teased. “I have not heard that from her at all.”

“Oh, dear,” she patted your shoulder, “she’d sometimes stay out there on that rock, sitting alone and scribbling in her diary in the dark. I keep telling her to bring a flashlight or else she’ll hurt her eyes!”

All the while Hyunseo hid behind you – not so much from her mom, but away from the look you were bound to give her – cringing at her mom’s stories.

“Well, since I’m here,” you said, walking closer to the rock, “I’d like to stay a while. Specifically here.” Leeseo’s face lit up.

“Of course dear, no need to ask,” her mom reassured. “You should come in for dinner!”

“Oh, no thank you,” you waved off, “I probably have food back home.”

“Still with your parents? How are they?,” she asked.

As you updated Leeseo’s mom with your life, Leeseo gladly clung onto your elbow, leaning on your shoulder like she was cradling your arm. She twisted around it playfully, but from the corner of your eye you could see she was staring at you intently.

“That’s so great to hear!,” her mom responded. “I’ll get you some juice then. And Hyunseo?”

“Mmm?,” Leeseo hummed.

“Try not to jump onto him,” she laughed.

“Eomma!,” Hyunseo squealed as her mom walked away in a fit of laughter. She turned to face you, shit-eating grin plastered on your face, before she pushed you off the rock.

“Ow! I did nothing!”

“You’re making fun of me,” she pouted, cheeks puffed in faux anger. You climbed back on the rock, patting your thighs for Leeseo to sit on. With crossed arms, she did.

It was only once she did that you realized this wasn’t just the same as before. Leeseo was 19 now, and whether you were 2 months or 2 years older than her this would still be weird to any passers-by. But there you were, arms wrapped around her waist.

“Remember when you made me promise to marry you here?”

You could feel Leeseo collapse into her hands, cringing again. “You’re making fun of me!”

“I’m not! I’m just… recalling it all.”

“I know, okay? I know it was so cringey and stupid,” she whined.

“Hey, I’m not saying anything,” you reassured. You pulled out the coupon from earlier. “But as you can tell, I’m not with Jessica Jung.”

She smiled, rubbing her nose on yours. You kissed her forehead – something you used to do – and she very visibly blushed in the moonlight. And in the moment, your lips were just so close to each other, the warmth of each others’ breaths wafting on your faces. You pushed closer, lips grazing, but you held back, gauging what Leeseo would do; she stayed still, breaths faster and heavier. Was she excited? Was she scared? You weren’t too sure, and you leaned your forehead on hers again.

The tension was so palpable – not just between the both of you, but also in your pants. You tried very desperately to drown out the infatuation, but it was there, and you hoped Leeseo wouldn’t feel it.

When you made some more distance between the both of you, you looked at her. Her eyes were glistening, misty and piercing into your own. She looked at you like you shared the same thought: too fast, but the right direction.

“So…,” you tried to cut the tension. “About this date.”

“R-right,” she breathed. “Do you have any ideas?”

“Anything with you, Leeseo,” you kissed her hand.

“Don’t say that!,” she whined. “You know I’m bad at making decisions!”

“Okay, okay,” you conceded. “Let’s go through a list of things. Just say yes or no. Ready?”

“Okay,” she said, shoulders hunched.

“Movies.”

“No.”

“Rock climbing.”

“No.”

“Netflix at my place.”

“Nnn– hmmm,” she lingered, “–no.”

“Wow, really? Picnic.”

“Hmmm… yes?”

“Okay, let’s put a pin on that. Arcade.”

“Yes!”

“Whoah, okay. One last: museum.”

“No.”

“Okay, that leaves us with picnic and arcade as options. Gotta choose one.”

“It’s hard to choose!,” she whined. “Can’t we do both?”

“I mean, there’s that arcade uptown with the milkshake bar a block away. Remember that?”

“Oh yeah, we could do that,” she said, bouncing eagerly on your legs.

“Alright. Tuesday night?”

“Okay,” she smiled, giving you another tight hug.

“Hyunseo! Please get the drinks here,” her mom called from the front door. You both jumped out of your positions, and Leeseo got up to get the glasses.

As Leeseo happily walked back and shared a few more exchanges, you got a notification on your phone that drew attention to the time.

“Jeez, it’s almost 10PM already?,” you remarked. “It felt like it’d only been an hour or two.”

Leeseo visibly looked disappointed, her pout less playful, more genuine.

“Hey,” you held onto her, kissing her forehead again. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Don’t take too long, hyung,” she smiled, before kissing you on the cheek and running away, glasses in hand. Your chest buzzed, your head whirred with energy.

It all felt so fast. But what was there to catch up on when all you two did was pause? You pondered on it as you walked back, a little more spring in every step.

“Uhhh… hyung?”

“Oh, sorry Hyunseo, didn’t see you there.”

“Hyunseo? Who’s Hyunseo?”

“Not… right now, please, Leeseo.”

“Sorry… What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing.”

“What?”

“Agh, Leeseo, seriously, not in public.”

“Okay. Sorry. Can you… at least tell me what’s wrong?… Is it… her again?”

“I told you, it’s nothing. I don’t wanna make this awkward.”

“Hyung, I’d do anything for you to be happy.”

“Yeah, well, right now she’s the only one who will make me happy… No, wait, Leeseo, I didn’t… please. I didn’t mean to–”

“Just… tell her how you feel. She’ll appreciate it. And if she doesn’t… you-you’ll find someone else, one day.”

“Leeseo, don’t cry– Leeseo! Come back!”

You laid down on your bed, staring at the blinking cursor to your chatbox with Leeseo. It’d been 2 months since you last messaged her, and perhaps another month more since that exchange with her. It still haunted you: not so much the regret of having made Leeseo cry (which still wasn’t a good thing), but the fact that the girl in question turned out to have been “seeing” your classmate – who knew everything, or at least more than Leeseo, about your crush on her.

Seeing the fallout of that day before you once more did bring back that hurt. Your last messages after then were just timely memes and the occasional exchange of notes; but you distinctly remembered the day you decided to stop talking altogether.

It was stupid, you realized, that you thought the wisest course of action for a misunderstanding was to estrange her. You muted the message thread, archived it, and just forgot about it. Perhaps in that moment you’d also forgotten just how long you’d been together, and how much more intimate you were prior to crushing on that girl.

But this? All this that had happened was… sudden, unwarranted if anything. Like she’d forgotten about it, which is unlikely. You weren’t about to dismiss the wrath of a woman scorned.

You messaged anyway.

hey

hi hyung

do you want me to pass by your place on tuesday?

yes pls

ok

thank you for today

no, thank u for coming over

you approached me haha

anyway im gonna sleep now

ok!

sweet dreams hyung

miss u already

sleep soon

happy birthday again

You turned off your phone and stared at the ceiling. Your mind raced to the moment: Leeseo’s hand in yours; the warmth of her hug; lips next to yours, the rush of blood to the head, the warmth, the depth of longing – you felt your chest tighten.

It wasn’t like she hadn’t done those, save for the near-kiss. Actually, you realized just now, she’d never not done those things. Even up to those last moments before you last spoke, Leeseo was still the same, holding on to you and saying things like “you’re my favorite ” or “you’re the best ” and–

“I love you, hyung.”

It felt like the snap of pieces fitting together, or the final crank of a machine before it whirred to life. You’d had your suspicions, but never took it seriously. You tried your best to ignore it – yes, even when your more hormonal self crushed on her hard too – but here it was, right in your face, still very much there.

Leeseo really did like you, for however long it’s been. And Tuesday was going to be your first date.

“Hyung! Where are you?”

The voice on the other end of the phone almost peaked the speakers on your phone out – which might as well have burst your eardrums.

“I’m a block away, calm down,” you heaved, briskly walking. She hung up before you could finish that sentence. True enough, running towards you (at full speed) was Leeseo in the quirkiest outfit you’ve seen her in. She always had these cutesy outfits stored away for special occasions; judging by the fit, this one might be the most important one thus far.

She wore a tartan skirt, a long sleeved white blouse with suspenders, and a blindingly red beret – which you saw up close and personal as she crashed into you in the middle of the empty road, with the force of a nonexistent car.

“Whoa there, Scottish Special Forces, slow– whoa!,” almost losing your balance.

“I'm– so– excited!,” she said, squeezing your body in her grasp as she swayed you from side to side. You felt your chest race against the clock, feeling the same fuzzy feelings from yesterday twice over. You pecked her on the nose, making her squeal.

“Careful, hyung,” she taunted. “I didn’t think you would want to kiss on the first date.”

“No, it’s the first date starting… now,” you smirked. Leeseo poked your belly.

The trip to the arcade took no time at all – or perhaps, caught in a good conversation, time flew by quickly. You talked candidly about everything that had happened in your three month hiatus from each other.

All things considered, it wasn’t really much.

“Do you even run? I bet you just walk fast. Look how soft your belly is,” she taunted.

“Excuse you,” you threw an arm around her, “if you got into piano why aren’t your fingers so bony?”

“I’m not an old lady!,” she huffed, still trying to poke you. “As far as we’re concerned, you’re the dinosaur.”

“Can a dinosaur do… this?”

You yanked her beret and ran off for a whole block, finally arriving at the milkshake bar. When she caught up to you, she snatched the beret back and punched your arm, without retaliation.

Stepping into the lonesome store brought its own wave of nostalgia. These places just don’t last anymore, what with other faster, cheaper drink options. But this place had character, in the worn-but-not-cracked synthetic leather cushioned chairs, windows frosted by all manner of scratching, and the same old selections of floats, milkshakes, and ice cream.

“Save us a seat,” you urged Leeseo, “I remember our usual.” Leeseo’s eyes lit up again – her unceasing amusement at your revived relationship was contagious.

A short while later, in came your tray of treasure: a rootbeer float for you, a strawberry milkshake with extra chocolate syrup for her, and a turtle pie ice cream bowl to share – an order you’d had probably a hundred time by now. And of course, a whole pitcher of water, because you weren’t the 13-year olds you used to be.

You both smiled as you took a sip of your drinks. Sure, it didn’t taste exactly the same, but it was familiar – and that was all that mattered.

“So.”

“So,” Leeseo smiled back.

“Your outfit is really cute,” you praised.

“Thank you,” she beamed. “People don’t know how to appreciate this kind of style. Like yeah, it’s over the top – that’s exactly what I wanted!”

“No, for real though,” you took a sip of your drink. “You’ve always had the coolest outfits.”

Leeseo blushed. “You’ve never said that to me in the whole decade we’ve been friends.”

“What? No. I’m pretty sure I’ve complimented you on your dresses at least once. At least,” you emphasized. She gave the conjecture thought, and conceded the argument.

After you finished your drinks, you headed for the arcade. Again, age showed, but nostalgia stayed in the sounds and smells of the aging building. You struggled with sticky triggers on Time Crisis, fumbled about with forgotten Injustice combos, and just about drained your spare change on random coin droppers.

Throughout the entire ordeal of going through old machines, Leeseo stood right by you. Yes, you played against her in all those games, but when you tried (and failed) to get a plush in the crane game, or tried Rock Band again, or even just moving between aisles, her arms stayed around your waist. Of course, you’d told her to tone it down with the few kids that came and went around you; and yet, you lived in your own little childhood moment with her.

As you ended your rotation of the usuals, you spotted an oddly unfamiliar booth: for karaoke.

“Hey, this is new,” you remarked. “Did you know they had these?”

“No,” Leeseo replied, “but I wanna go!”

Leeseo eagerly dragged you in and took a seat, flipping through the songbook. She queued one song, then another, then another, until there were too many to see on the ticker.

The both of you belted it out to everything: older K-pop, 2010s punk rock, surprisingly new J-pop entries, random kindergarten songs that had no business being there. The booth meant for two felt like a crowded stage, and all the energy came from you riffing off each other. And, of course, the final song came – Rihanna’s “Take A Bow,” very specific – and she just stood there in her own moment.

She was pretty. Still babyfaced, but now prettier in a mature way. And her body was so much more different, meatier than the lanky kid she used to be, a product of years of dance she actually took seriously. You looked half-guiltily – the fullness of her breasts against the suspenders, the just barely visible curve of her ass – but, as you quickly waved these off, you realized Leeseo in her heart was still very much a child. Or least, still the younger girl- space -friend you’ve always had.

At the end of her “performance,” she plopped down on the seat once more, both of you bathed only in the light of tacky video collages and the rush of silence. You glanced at her, she glanced at you, and you laughed awkwardly.

After a short while, Leeseo was the first to cave. “Hyung,” she said, in a softer, more mellow tone.

“Yeah?”

“This was great,” she smiled, leaning her head on your shoulders.

“Glad you enjoyed.”

“Did you enjoy?,” she continued, slowly holding your hand.

“Of course, Leeseo,” you reassured. “I always enjoy it when it’s with you.”

You stared at the screen, energy slowly coming down.

“Hyung? Am I… too much?”

You looked at her, though she still stared blankly at the TV screen, ignoring your gaze.

“Elaborate. ‘Too much’ is too vague to make a statement on.”

“Well… y'know. In school. You didn’t… hang out with me anymore. And that was before… Jiwon.”

This was the first time you openly acknowledged her existence physically. Even in your period of delusion, you started the discussion hidden behind your phone screen, only ever talking about her in detail via your chatbox. In hindsight, that they were now recorded digitally and not lost in memory probably added salt to any wounds, though you weren’t sure just how much switching it up would have changed that.

“I’m sorry,” you replied, “you’re not too much. I just… met other friends too. Then I moved out. Then… it all just seemed to pile on.” You looked at her, face still pointed downwards.

“I didn’t mean to… hurt you, Leeseo.”

Leeseo was quiet, like she was waiting for more answers.

“Leeseo, Jiwon was… I liked her because she was different. It wasn’t because I’d grown tired of you. She was just… different. A change of pace. But then that disappeared anyway. So…”

“It did hurt, hyung… a lot,” she said softly. “But I just wanted you to be happy…”

“Leeseo, it’s… it’s in the past now. I don’t talk to her.”

“I know… but why did you also not talk to me anymore? After that day?”

“Leeseo, it’s not that easy to explain, okay?”

“Well I’m asking now,” she said, her voice firmer and determined. For a brief moment, the more mature Hyunseo came out. And you intended to greet her warmly.

“Alright.”

“Leeseo! You were so great out there!”

“What? I can’t hear you, it’s so loud!”

“I said, great job!”

“Oh, thank you hyung!”

“I got you these!”

“What’s that– oh my gosh! Hyung! You’re so sweet! I love these!”

“I– I like y–”

“What? I swear everything is so loud back here!”

“Nothing! I’m proud of you!”

“Oh, wait, they’re calling us back onstage. Thank you again hyung! Call me tonight!”

“Y-yeah!”

“Hi, are you looking for Hyunseo?”

“Yes, auntie. Is she here?”

“Oh, she’s asleep already. She looked so tired from her performance.”

“I see… alright. Sorry for the bother.”

“It’s no big deal. Oh, were the flowers from you?”

“Yeah. Do you… think she liked them?”

“Look inside. That’s the first thing she did when she got home. That was very sweet of you.”

“Thank you. Uh… Can you… not tell Hyunseo I came by?”

“Are you sure, dear? Okay, if you insist.”

“I–I’m sorry,” she said, her voice raspy as she fought back tears.

“Don’t be, Leeseo, I’m sorry too.” You placed an arm around her shoulder. “Things were just… messy. We were more… hormonal,” you joked. She laughed, cutting the tension.

“Leeseo, you’re my best friend. I know not talking to you was a bad move. I’m sorry. But I just felt all the regret too of dealing with Jiwon, and it felt like I’d messed up. So when you came around again, I really thought this was my chance to make it right.”

You looked at her again, and she leaned her head on your chest. You patted her head. At least that was sorted out, save for one last “discrepancy.”

“I have my own question though,” you sighed. “If you felt hurt by what I did, why did you still bother with this?”

Leeseo looked away. She paused for quite a while before speaking again.

“I… kinda followed the trail around. When we stopped talking.”

You furrowed your brows, slowly loosening up as Leeseo explained her “investigation.”

Jiwon knew. Not that you liked her, but that Leeseo liked you. And it was because, of all things, Jiwon and Leeseo once shared a bus ride together. That was not why she left you for your friend, but it was why, as it turned out, she didn’t go to you after she’d cut it off with him.

“And you’re telling me… you didn’t fight?”

“Of course not,” Leeseo grinned. “She wasn’t caught up in you, and neither was I… well, ready.”

“But it was… reassuring,” she continued. “I got answers I didn’t have. She’s supportive, sometimes says hi in the corridors. But when I was sure…,” she looked at you. “I came here right away.”

“Huh,” you remarked, “didn’t think I’d get a two-for-one special of closure, but… here we are.” Leeseo smiled.

“She told me to tell you something, hyung,” she concluded. “She said, and I quote, 'look at what’s in front of you, not what’s behind you.’” Damn, what a line.

And it couldn’t be any more applicable as you stared Leeseo in the eyes, feeling yourself drawing closer to her without you trying. You could feel it: your chest, your head, your very heart – they all felt pulled by an invisible force, a compulsion that sent imaginary sparks arcing about as your lips made delicate, calculated contact.

About 10 minutes of walking later and you finally made it to your place. Before you dragged Leeseo in, you peered into the house. No sounds, no lights – must mean no one was home. You dragged Leeseo in, pinning her to the back of the door. Your lips crashed into hers again, and again, and again.

The house was silent. Your ears rang, cut only by the awkward shuffling and shifting of shoes being removed and bare footsteps on tile.

The next moments were a blur of haphazard movement as you kept your arms all over Leeseo. You couldn’t keep yourself together; it felt like a second without being in her grasp, or hers in yours, was like opening a wound to stinging air.

When you finally shut the door to your room, you fell into the mattress with Leeseo on top of you, still light enough that with all her weight on you, you could still breathe heavily. Between breaths the both of your moved and groped, Leeseo’s thighs trapping you under her as your hands grabbed her chest through her shirt.

You held her face with both hands, trying to get her to pause. When she surfaced, her eyes looked misty, like she’d held back tears the entire time.

“Leeseo?,” you asked.

“I’m okay, hyung,” she laughed, “this just feels–”

“Like a dream come true?,” you teased, kissing her on the nose again.

“Y-yes…,” she replied, kissing you again.

You slid your hands through her waistband to pull her shirt out and feel her bare back. Her breath trembled as you did, from the cold and the shock. You ran your fingers on the hook of her bra, staring at her eyes intently. She nodded, and you fumbled with it only for a second.

Leeseo sat up and removed her top to reveal her breasts, not petite any longer but two large handfuls as you pulled her back in. She winced as you groped her, and you loosened your grip until her moans echoed into your mouth.

Her breasts were perky enough that you could massage them in whole handfuls. Her nipples pierced against your palms, and you drew circles around them, already tender. Your cock pressed up against your pants, while Leeseo’s core hovered four layers of fabric away. You worked your pants off little by little while Leeseo removed her shorts.

“Hyung,” she whispered, bringing your hands to her hips and to the bands of her panties. “P-please–”

“Leeseo,” you cautioned, “have you done this before?” She shook her head.

You slowly took off her panties, sharing your warmth with each other. Leeseo dripped all over your shaft, and you could feel her anticipation, and so could she feel yours. And she just sat there, hunched over you, hair falling over the sides of her face. She dove into your face once more, practically devouring you now, before sitting up once more.

“Do you… like how I look, hyung?,” she asked, her eyes low and sultry, reveling in your infatuation, even running her hands down her thighs.

“Yes,” you laughed, “yes, yes, a thousand times yes, Leeseo. Fuck, you’re so pretty,” you chuckled, making her head sink between her shoulders. “You’ve got… nice boobs,” you continued awkwardly, sliding your hands along her hips and down to her firm and much bigger ass. “God, your ass is… perfect,” you groaned.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” she laughed, her smile right next to yours, “for you, for so long, hyung.”

You sat up and started kissing her from neck to chest. “I have you now,” you continued, between kisses. “I have all of you to myself now.”

With every twitch of your bodies, you felt yourself grinding on her unconsciously. Silence interrupted by the smacking of lips turned into erotic moans and longing hums deep from the chest. You’d even stopped making out, Leeseo held tightly against you as you both moaned each others’ names in your ears.

“Say you want this, Leeseo,” you groaned. “Say you want this dick.”

“Hyung, fuck, hyung, yes!,” she cried out. “I want it in me so bad, please! Take my pussy, please, hyung!”

Her begging only made you throb and pulse aggressively. “Yes, I want your fucking pussy” – you hesitated – “baby.”

With that one pet name, she finally eased you in in one single motion, moans turned into howls.

Leeseo’s movement was slow and choppy, like every ridge of her rubbed by your cockhead sent jolts of bliss through her bones. Every freeze came with its own shocked clench of her walls, massaging your length with just the right tightness that allowed you to slide in deeper.

No matter how much deeper you went, she was still slick enough to take you until your base. Past her seemingly pained looks, you saw her release building up within her, not just from orgasm but raw, primal catharsis.

You started pumping, slamming into her at a slow pace, but just enough to squeeze out yelp after yelp. She had surrendered fully to your grasp, and you intended to keep her in it.

“Look at me,” you growled, teeth bared as you thrust into her while holding back your approaching release. You gripped her hips until your fingers depressed into her skin, and allowed yourself to let out a single breathy groan. Her eyes locked with yours, a smile failing to form as she continued to take hit after hit of your shaft inside her.

“See how good you make me feel?,” you hissed. “See how good you take me?” You pulled her in to whisper in her ear. “Do you want it inside you?”

“Y-yes!,” she gasped. “Yes! Yes, yes, please! Pl–”

Even her pleas failed to materialize as her thighs clamped around your hips, almost poking into your ribs. You felt the warmth suddenly drain from your muscles, rushing down your hips.

“Leeseo, I’m gonna–”

“Inside!,” she gasped. “Hyung, please!”

That was all you needed.

You almost didn’t feel it, with how filled you felt your shaft had been this whole time. But with every twitch in your balls, you poured spurt after spurt into her. You felt your legs tremble, the cold in your spine now up your shoulders and into your head.

Just feeling your release inside her made Leeseo moan and giggle weakly in satisfaction, maybe even vindication. Her breaths were heavy, but you could hear the pending catharsis still contained within her chest.

“Y-you’re still so hard, hyung,” she heaved, as she rolled hips slowly. You let out a few ticklish groans before being overwhelmed by the slickness of her walls once again enveloping you.

“Wanna cum again?,” you dared. She laughed, eyes burning with the same challenge pitted against you.

What was formerly cautious now turned chaotic; what was tentative, now craven. You thrust into her erratically, pausing only when her bounces were too fast to even look straight. Her bounces were more aggressive, pausing only when your thrusts were too fast for her to keep herself together. Even on the bed, you were still competing, still playfully one-upping the other. Only when you’d regained temporary composure could you resume your banter.

“Say it,” you urged. “Say you love this dick, baby.”

“F-fuck, hyung, yes, I– I love this dick, I love it so fucking much,” she gasped. “Fuck, I love you, hyung, I love you–”

Even now, in the heat of the moment, the pain in your chest returned, ready to burst out of your mouth, and you let it.

“I fucking love you, Lee Hyunseo. I love you so fucking much. It’s always been you, it will always be you. You’re my baby. You’re mine.”

“I’m fucking yours, hyung,” she gasped, before letting out one final, silent scream, and an encore in the form of a deep, throaty groan. You released whatever you had left, until you felt yourself achingly drained. Even then, Leeseo still rolled and swayed her hips, wanting to feel you twitch and struggle under her.

She finally let go of you after an uninterrupted minute of you inside her, fluids still mixing and coating your thighs and hers. You felt cold to the touch, but warmed where Leeseo had collapsed on top of you. She wasn’t out cold – her tight embrace on you didn’t loosen for a second – but you could tell she was coming down from her high.

When you looked to your side, you saw the time; almost an hour had passed. You moved Leeseo’s face towards yours with your nose, kissing her on the lips gently and tenderly. She returned them to you in earnest, your arms still exploring her back, and hers all over your chest. With every pause in your kisses, you each whispered I-love-yous back and forth, enough to switch from euphoria, to incredulosity, to chest-easing relief.

Your shared stupor was cut only by the jingling of keys far into the living room, the door being opened slowly. You practically leapt off the bed with Leeseo, both of your jellified legs making you lose balance as you rushed to wear your clothes.

“Anybody home?,” your mom called out.

“Here mom,” you shouted, still struggling to put your pants on.

“Oh, you’re home. Uhm, whose shoes are these?,” she called out, her footsteps approaching your door. From the corner of your eye you saw Leeseo tidying her skirt.

When the door opened, your mom shot you a dirty look, before looking at the girl before her.

“Hyunseo!,” she cried out, calling her in for a hug. “It’s been a while! And you look so cute.” You pushed them out of your room, hoping your mom hadn’t noticed the wrinkled, wet sheets inside.

“Thank you, eomeonim!,” she beamed, looking back at you for a second. “I just realized I haven’t visited here yet, so I wanted to come in! I hope that’s not too much.” You had to give it to her – she could drop the cutesy, young girl vibe faster than you originally thought.

“You haven’t! Right,” your mom continued. “And he hasn’t told me about you at all!”

“Mom,” you groaned.

“Really? That’s a shame,” she pouted. “We were just catching up actually, since we haven’t talked in a while.”

Your mom pinched your cheek. “Ow!”

“Why would you stop talking to Hyunseo?,” she pressed. “She has been such a good influence on you.” Leeseo’s shit-eating grin in the background was hard to miss.

“I’ve just been busy, mom,” you groaned. “But…,” you trailed off, looking at Leeseo with a smirk.

“What’s that, dear?”

“I would… like to ask you, right now, if you’ll let me go out with Leeseo. On dates. As a girlfriend.”

Leeseo’s grin disappeared, eyes wide. It wasn’t one of scandalous shock, but more in disbelief.

“Oh! Well, dear… yes, of course! Thank you for asking me,” your mom replied, flustered by the gesture. “You better not break her heart!”

“Absolutely not,” you said, walking over to Leeseo, grabbing onto her arm. “I’ll just bring her home now.”

“Yes, of course!,” she said, coming in to give Leeseo one final kiss on the cheek. “You take care now, okay!”

“G-goodbye, eomeonim!,” Leeseo replied, just as flustered by you.

When you walked out of the house, Leeseo’s tears had already streamed down her face. When you turned to face her, she hid in your chest.

“Hyung,” she said softly, but equally whiny, “you need to stop making me cry.”

“Baby,” you replied, rubbing her back, “don’t worry. I won’t leave you this time.”

You were in that embrace for far shorter than it actually felt. And yes, the walk back was painful, and all the more so your final parting of ways, but once you got home, you laid on your bed and pulled out your phone instantly.

hey

hii

i love you

love you too hyung

💕💕🥰🥰