miss coffee - chaesoo

15

"Jisoo, baby?"

Bohyun's soft voice brought a sudden calmness to her aching head, and Jisoo peeked over the covers, squinting her eyes when the light became too much.

He quickly apologised, coming into the room and shutting the door behind him so his sick fiancé could bask in the darkness without having the pounding headache she had.

He sat on the bed beside her, taking his time to massage his fingers into his fiancé's gorgeous locks. She groaned in comfort, not knowing how he knew exactly where her pain was.

"I have to get going for work," He said, frowning. Bohyun had always been a businessman and, after working for his father for many years, finally inherited the family company— he was comfortable, to say the least. Anyway, he often had to leave for business trips and this was one of those times.

Even though he had the authority to move the business meeting to another time and insisted he was home with Jisoo who wasn't doing so well, the brunette assured him it was just a cold and she would get over it in a few days.

"Dalgom has been fed and there are dishes for you to heat up and eat in your fridge. Aspirin is on the counter and I have cleaned up everything that I can."

Jisoo peeked over the covers again, smiling lovingly and puckering her lips. Bohyun laughed as he leaned down to kiss them, taking his time to pepper kisses around the face he would miss most.

"God, I dont know what I would do without you." That much was true— without Bohyun, what would she do? "I love you. Have a safe flight, okay?"

Bohyun nodded, saluting his gorgeous soon-to-be-wife and standing up. "You just get some rest. If you need me, call me, and I'll be on the first flight home. Otherwise, I'll be home next Monday."

"Okay, baby," Said Jisoo with a smile. "Have fun!"

"I will." Bohyun pulled the covers over her head, knowing that she preferred the dark when her head hurt. "I'll send you lots of pictures."

Jisoo peeped out of her covers, watching as her fiancé left their room and she listened carefully to the way he grabbed his stuff, left and locked the door behind him.

Throwing the covers off of her, she reached over to turn on the lights and immediately grabbed her phone. Even though she hesitated slightly, the guilt pooling up, Jisoo had learnt to ignore it.

This was for her desires.

She typed in Roseanne's number and didn't waste any time messaging her.

Come over.

And, of course, Roseanne did. Much like Jisoo, when it came to putting her desires over her own feelings, she did it in a heartbeat— despite wanting more, despite it being unfair, Roseanne found herself in this very position (naked in Jisoo's bed) more often than she'd like.

Maybe it was because the blonde couldn't get enough of the taste of Jisoo's lips and was constantly pressing against them, her flushed body exhaustively putting pressure on the smaller body below her.

Yet again, Jisoo had her hands wrapped in the hair she adored: playing, tugging, pulling at it until Roseanne felt the soreness in her scalp.

The sudden abrasion of Jisoo's front door opening had the brunette kicking the blonde off of her, forcing her to land nowhere but on the floor.

"I'm so sorry!" Jisoo exclaimed quietly, not knowing if she should tend to the person at the door or the person on the floor— she chose the door and quickly grabbed Roseanne's clothes.