It's been a long day today. Dahyun doesn't think anyone can blame her for having a little fun before she attempts anything else. She dumps her bag on the ground, kicks her shoes off her feet, and flops backwards onto the pillows and stuffed toys on her bed. Her head feels like a brick. No thoughts, just tired.
There's too much going on in her schedule. Too many sponsorships, too many shootings, too many set changes. Every day is a test of wills just to keep her sanity and most importantly, her job of being an idol, of course. Every day she comes back to her apartment almost half asleep. But it's the apartment that she shares with Momo, her girlfriend that she loves to bits and pieces, and that always manages to light up her mood a bit
She would love to receive a massage and maybe embracing from Momo, but she has got too much of a heart to ask for it, since Momo has her own schedule as well. And considering how Momo already does so much for her, Dahyun believes she has to take care of herself for her.
"For her."
Dahyun closes her eyes. Momo won't be home for a while because she usually works late on thursdays. But Dahyun still needs to unwind somehow. Surely, her girlfriend wouldn't mind, right? She throws one of her hands over her forehead and fumbles with the buttons of her pants with the other.
If Momo was there, Dahyun imagines the older one would pull her to the bed, make her wrap her legs around her waist, kiss her. Momo would say something quietly, something like "I missed you" and Dahyun would giggle and caress the girl's waist under her shirt, pretending she isn't begging and desperate.
Dahyun slips her hand under her underwear. The thought of her girlfriend on top of her is enough to make her wet already, so she starts to rub herself and lets her mind wander. In her head, Momo is kissing her neck, easing her shirt off of her, grinding her thigh against her, and Dahyun can feel the pleasure building in the back of her throat. She wishes she could actually feel Momo's fingers instead of her own. She wishes Momo was on top of her and whispering those sweet words.
Her stomach is burning already. Whenever she pleases herself, it's over too fast, whereas Momo always knows how to take it slow. Dahyun is way too impatient for this. Her breath hitches in her throat as Momo's name is breathlessly on her lips, until the apartment door suddenly opens.
"Baby? You left the door unlocked again," Momo calls from the hallway.
Dahyun panics. "Oh, I'm—I'm sorry!" she calls back, yanking her hand out of her pants and sitting up straight.
Dahyun's heart is pounding in her chest and her stomach is on fire. Momo isn't supposed to be home right now and Dahyun feels extremely embarrassed, sitting on her hands to hide the evidence of what she was doing.
Momo comes into the room, pulling her hoodie over her head. "It's alright. I'm sure you would have remembered eventually."
Dahyub nods. "Yeah, probably. Why are you..."
"Aren't you happy to see me?" Momo asks, a sly smile on her face. "Is something wrong?"
Dahyun shrugs. "I'm just curious is all."
She realizes her pants are still unbuttoned and she hopes her face isn't too red.
"If you say so," Momo says, aware that something is happening. "We started early today, so we finished early too."
Momo pulls her top dresser drawer open, takes out a shirt before turning around again. "I wanted to surprise you, but you seem a little, well, occupied."
She flashes a pointed glance at Dahyun's pants. Dahyun's face is burning as she feels stupid to think that Momo wouldn't notice.
"It's not what it looks like."
