Touch You (M) (Purinz/Yunjin x Chaewon)

Chapter 5 (M)

Kazuha's cab arrives ten minutes earlier than Yunjin expected, and her cup of tea stays unfinished. She walks the girl to the car, and doesn't quite know what to do. Kazuha decides for her, giving her another easy smile and pecking her cheek.

"Thank you for dinner. And the movie. And popcorn. It was nice. I had fun."

"Me too. And I'm sorry for... She's, uh..."

"I get it," Kazuha interrupts her, still smiling. "Step-siblings are tough to deal with, sometimes."

Oh, Yunjin thinks. You have no idea.

Kazuha leaves with a smile and a bittersweet touch of almost in the air. They both know there won't be another movie night in the future. Chaewon and her however; there are many nights in their future that Yunjin isn't looking forward to in the slightest.

Chaewon is still there when Yunjin walks back in, shedding the leather jacket she threw on when she saw Kazuha to her ride. She's standing in the hallway right near the door like she was waiting for Yunjin, ready to get under her skin. Still present, with her smirk and her eyes and – she's just so, so infuriating and Yunjin finds herself at the breaking point.

Chaewon opens her mouth to say something, and Yunjin happily lets herself break.

"I hope you're happy," she snarls, advancing on Chaewon.

To her credit, the brunette doesn't appear frightened in the slightest; her brown eyes simply widen as Yunjin backs her into a wall. She lets out a surprised gasp when her back hits the cold, solid concrete, but Yunjin is still there, eyes blazing, not letting her escape.

"I hope you're fucking satisfied," Yunjin continues, and watches as Chaewon's eyes darken at the word. Yunjin almost laughs at how predictable she is. "Except you're not, are you? Do you really think I don't know what you're doing? Because I do, Chaewon. But maybe you don't know what it is that you want." Yunjin leans in, snarl still in place. Chaewon does gulp this time, backing further away from her instinctively. "Let me help you out, then. You want to sleep with me, but you're too much of a coward to say it. Or, maybe, you're just that twisted and this game you've been playing turns you on far too much for you to stop. Admit it," she's so close she can feel Chaewon's breath on her face, minty and fast. "You want me, don't you? You're hoping I break and jump into your bed if you push me far enough."

Chaewon still hasn't said anything; she hasn't moved, either. Her eyes alternate between Yunjin's furious eyes and her lips. In the end her lips win.

Yunjin's still too after her speech, waiting for Chaewon to make the next move. They're frozen for several long, torturous seconds; then, Yunjin feels Chaewon's hand slide up her arm, gripping onto her bicep. Brown eyes are practically black as Chaewon lifts them to meet her stare again.

"Fine," Yunjin growls, and surges forward, swallowing Chaewon's moan with her mouth.

She doesn't taste quite like Yunjin remembers. No alcohol and weed. Only mint and pure Chaewon. Yunjin can't exactly describe it, but it's heavy and intoxicating. Chaewon's making small needy noises in the back of her throat, and that translates into a wonderful taste, too. She's been kissing her for only a second, but she already feels like she's about to implode.

She's scared to realize she can't wait to taste all of Chaewon. Feel her throbbing under her mouth, hot and heady.

"Fuck," the rough gasp falls from Chaewon's lips like a curse and a command. Yunjin's the one to tear her mouth away, resting her forehead on the brunette's. It isn't some misguided affection. Yunjin simply feels like she'll fall if she doesn't find something to ground her. So she clings to Chaewon, grasping at her waist and practically melding into her, the wall holding them both up. It doesn't look like she minds. Their breathing is loud and harsh, and they are so close they are breathing into each other.