Summary:
Hyunjung doesn't play the role of a wife, she is her wife.
Or, five times Hyunjung makes Jiyeon feel a certain way.
one.
Come to think of it, there is nothing that Jiyeon dislikes about Hyunjung. She tries to find something, for some reason. She has work to do, she will absolutely not accept taking her November workload into December, but... it's unusually tranquil in the office today, and the noon sun is gentle. Her co-workers haven't had any arguments yet, it's the perfect setting for Hyunjung-related thoughts.
So she thinks about Hyunjung, searches her memories for her flaws; a bad attitude or an annoying habit, something off-putting and something undesirable, awful ideals or thoughtlessness toward others, but all that she finds is how likable Hyunjung is, how nice and fun it is to be with her, how she'd would make such a good partner. A real partner. A wife.
Jiyeon's thoughts suddenly take her to the night she saw and felt the full extent of Hyunjung's attractive self-confidence and intrinsic ego, merely a couple of weeks ago.
Jiyeon was panting and sweaty while Hyunjung was knuckles-deep inside her, Jiyeon felt warm and fuzzy in the aftershocks of a mind-fogging release. Propped on one arm, Hyunjung was tireless and gentle and so, so good. Hyunjung licked a path up her neck and made her moan. She said, "one more?" against her flushed cheek, and Jiyeon squeezed her involuntarily.
It's a question entwined with a promise, with knowledge and familiarity.
Jiyeon nodded, unable to speak because of how much she liked how Hyunjng'd sounded. She smiled in satisfaction because she liked Hyunjung's affectionate and passionate mouth, her experienced hands and skilled fingers, her eyes and the feelings that glimmered in them. She's leading and being patient about her own orgasm, Jiyeon found that so hot.
That night, they were comfortable with each other to an entirely new degree. Everything felt so easy, more-with freedom in their hearts, everything felt like... like they were real.
Jiyeon fails to notice the illusion of real is feeble and dissolving because her body heats up and her pulse sinks into her pussy. Working hours are not the best time to think about Hyunjung, it seems, especially when she can't be with Hyunjung because of her damn period.
two.
Four months into their marriage, something that Jiyeon hasn't expected happens.
She feels something for Hyunjung. Something unanticipated yet authentic, something that gets to exist only because they allowed each other to want-to desire each other's body.
Something that gets to exist only because their intimacy is genuine and harmless.
It flickers once and that's enough to leave an impression: one morning, butterflies flutter in Jiyeon's stomach because she sees that Hyunjung is hot. They're on their way to Jeju Island, a flight that has been bearable so far. Hyunjung is sitting next to her, her mother and her staff a row ahead.
It's a brief moment. Hyunjung gets up to go to the bathroom and Jiyeon's eyes dart toward her figure that she's getting familiar with. The older woman is dressed comfortably yet neatly, and her scent is fresh and faintly sweet. She is attractive.
