For You ;; yuyeon

There is no one like you

When Jeon Soyeon wakes up, she is naked in the bed and her stomach is aching absurdly, empty, begging for food. The white blanket covers only her hips, leaving her breasts exposed against the mattress and all her back to the air. She scratches her eyes to get used to the light coming in through the open window and sits down, facing a computer screen off the shelf and lots of clothes lying on the floor. She recognizes the room as her own, although there is a different scent on her pillow — it is citrus and reminiscent of the lemon juice that her mother used to make when she was a child — that is definitely not hers.

With her head hurting, she tries to retrace her steps because last night is a huge blurry in her mind and she doesn't remember how she even got home.

Alright, at six in the afternoon she was in the studio with Minnie, the singer she has been working with for six months, working on her first album, and stayed there until nine, when her mother called to demand her presence at the wedding of her cousin, who she hasn't seen it in years, and they ended up having a big fight. Her mother's screams are as clear as water, though, that's for sure. And then she headed to the first bar she saw, even though she promised Minnie she would go home.

It was no surprise, especially for the paparazzi, that the big producer Jeon Soyeon lived on one-night stands and nighttime entertainment, but it's not like she's doing something wrong. She is twenty-six years old and is completely independent; doesn't answer to anyone. Nobody has anything to do with her life or how she decides to release her frustration.

So, yeah, she went to a bar and drank as much as she wanted to. And, oh, wasn't she with someone last night? Yes, she was.

Sitting in front of the counter ready to ask for another drink, she saw a cute girl singing with her friend on the small stage. Both smiled and shouted excitedly, but only one caught her attention because maybe she has a type. She will never admit it, though.

So, like any other non-useless lesbian, she made a move as the brunette approached the counter to ask for a second twelve of Margarita, and asked for her name in a very obvious flirt. It worked, just like it used to, and they fled to the bathroom to have a private moment. She remembers that, but it still doesn't explain how the hell she got home.

They kissed; things got hot, hotter than usual, as she expected, and Soyeon asked to take her somewhere else. What if... Oh, no. No. Jeon Soyeon doesn't take anyone home, that's just not her. She usually takes girls to hotels or go to their homes even. But bringing someone to her safe place, the only place on Earth where she can hide from the public? Big no.

The thought makes her panic and she takes the blanket up to cover her bare collarbone, looking around for unusual signs. There are clothes on the floor that she doesn't remember buying and two cell phones rest on her desk. She did have two cell phones, but one of them is always in the company's building. What the fuck did she do?

As if the fate was reading her mind, she hears a noise coming from the bathroom and seconds later a body passes through the door, wearing only a long yellow blouse and blue panties, smiling as soon as she sees her.

"Oh, you're awake," Soyeon doesn't remember the girl being that pretty, but she's too shy now to check her curves out. "Good morning! Your shower is amazing, by the way. I had never taken such a good shower before."

This is not her routine, so it is normal that she is feeling uncomfortable. Soyeon usually wakes up earlier than her one-night stands and only wakes them up to let them know that she is leaving, without giving her number or anything that can be interpreted as hope for an upcoming meeting.

She doesn't know what to say, so she says the first thing that comes to her mind.

"Is that my shirt?"