I'd Give Up Forever to Have You. (annyeongz version)

Chapter 7

If she had to choose, their second time making love would be her favorite one. Precisely making love, because they've had their fair share of fucking and they've had sex and with Wonyoung it might be the same thing but for Yujin it's not. Whenever she catches Wonyoung looking at her, though, she's sure it's not the same for Wonyoung either, now that they are in love with each other.

Yujin doubts she'll ever get tired of stating that fact. Repeating it to herself over and over again. She's still quietly amazed; stunned every time she looks at Wonyoung and the realization hits her square in her chest.

She doesn't have to hide behind the weak 'like' when she thinks about Wonyoung. She loves the way Wonyoung scrunches her nose up when she's confused or concentrated. She loves the way Wonyoung bites her tongue when she teases her. Love how Wonyoung always makes an effort to put everything back exactly the way it was. Loves how she knocks before entering her room. Loves watching her sleep and eat and read and smile and laugh. Loves how Wonyoung is able to tell her she loves her without any words at all, in the quiet of their bed, holding her gaze and smoothing her thumb over her cheek. Loves loves loves.

Those little moments are exactly why their second time (making love, that is) is her favorite. The parents left for the weekend, and since it was winter break, they didn't have any homework so their evening was free. There was no one but them. They woke up slowly and softly, to kisses and strokes and smiles.

Wonyoung's skin was warm and smelled like sun, somehow. She remembers because she said that out loud and Wonyoung's nose crinkles when she laughed. She thought it was silly because the sun doesn't have a smell, and they argued about that before Yujin had enough and pinned her to the mattress, effectively shutting her up and making her scream instead. Yujin wants to go back there right now. Wants to trace Wonyoung's warm, naked skin.

And, if she's being honest with herself, she just wants to go back there because there was no Dara.

But she's in the now, and the now has Dara staring them down silently. It's like she's waiting for them to crack. Yujin really isn't sure what more she could possibly want. She caught them red handed. There's not much they can confess after this.

"How long has this been going on?" Or there is.

Wonyoung twitches next to her on the couch, and Yujin curls her hand in a fist to stop herself from reaching out to her. No need to aggravate Dara further. "Not long," the girl mumbles.

"Define 'not long'." Dara's voice is pure ice, and Yujin shivers. Her step sister glances at her, then, a silent question in her eyes, and she sighs. There's not much use in lying, she thinks. But Wonyoung clearly has a different idea.

The dark haired girl blinks and meets her mother's steady gaze. "A little less than a month."

Yujin struggles not to choke at the blatant lie.

"A month." Doesn't look like Dara is buying it, either. But Yujin trusts Wonyoung with her own mother. If she thinks they will be better off lying, she'll support it.

"Yes," she croaks out, fingers grasping at the hem of her shirt when Dara looks at her. She never wants to be under this gaze again. "Less than a month. We... I'm..."

"I started it." Wonyoung's eyes are crystal grown and her gaze is unwavering. Yujin finds herself envying her skill. She has trouble simply meeting people's eyes sometimes. Not often, but she does. Wonyoung looks Dara square in the eye as she lies her ass off, and it's something to admire, really. "Because I'm in love with her."

The silence that follows is deafening. Yujin can swear she's able to hear her father's snores. Dara's staring Wonyoung down and Wonyoung isn't shrinking away and it's all too much. She feels cold and hot at the sam time, and when she glances down at her hands, she finds them shaking.