darkmoonhye

[darkmoonhye]

Limits - LipSoul (M)

Jungeun thinks it’s something in the way Jinsol talks, all slow and methodical like she means every word. Something in the quizzical line of her brow when she’s focused on the little things, or the shine of her eyes when she’s looking back at Jungeun. The line of her jaw, sloping so nicely when she smiles. It’s the way Jinsol’s hand finds the small of her back, not quite leading, a show of support. A subtle reminder, I’m here always.

These are the ways that Jungeun knows she loves Jinsol, because all these things - they’re ways Jinsol loves her, too.

They haven’t been together long. Really, everything should have happened much sooner, and maybe it would have if their communication had been better earlier on, or if one of them had been a bit braver. But Jungeun can’t allow for beating herself up over lost time when the way she and Jinsol ended up finding each other felt perfect in its own particular way. The universe has its own sense of timing, after all.

When Jungeun’s hand loops around Jinsol’s wrist, leading her towards a photo booth at the back of the ageing, mostly-empty arcade they’re in, it feels like the first time she’s ever been in love. It’s not, of course. But it feels like what she heard, as a child, it’s supposed to. No pain, or fear. Just boundless, storybook joy. It’s all written in the ways she can feel Jinsol’s pulse, mirrored with her own giddy heart.

Jungeun leads Jinsol in, but Jinsol leads her down. She settles delicately in Jinsol’s lap just as the camera starts to click away. It’s not demeaning, nor controlling. All Jungeun feels is safe and appreciated, equal in all the ways she should be. Jungeun isn’t a trophy, and Jinsol isn’t some kind of divine hero sent to sweep her off her feet. Not quite like the stories, but close. Better.

Eyes locked on each other, the world forgotten, they meet each other halfway. There’s no sense of urgency in the kiss. Just a brush of mouths, so chaste it wouldn’t matter if the whole world were to witness it. The camera keeps on with its periodic clicking even as Jungeun reaches down to cup Jinsol’s jaw, and just that easy, Jinsol yields. Her lips flutter open, and Jungeun’s tongue flickers in, just barely brushing through the warmth of Jinsol’s mouth before she’s gone again.

Jungeun pulls back, feeling the heat surging across her face, up her ears, down her neck, and beyond. Jinsol tilts her forehead down until it’s resting against Jungeun’s collarbone, her breathing just a touch too heavy for the circumstances. There’s not much to be worked up over, but the undercurrent of potential keeps anticipation bubbling to the surface.

“I said I wanted to go out to eat afterwards, but…” Jinsol begins, slow and stilted against Jungeun’s shoulder. There’s the gentlest flutter of eyelashes against skin. She doesn’t need to finish her sentence, knowing that Jungeun can tell just what she’s thinking by her awkward hesitance and the slight clammy feeling of Jinsol’s skin.

“Do you want to head back to mine and just order in?” Jungeun supplies.

Jinsol lets out a contented hum, and that’s all Jungeun needs to drag both of them to their feet. It’s awkward because Jinsol is taller, and heavier, and not fully willing to be moved from the lazy comfort of just cuddling in the booth, but she manages. When Jinsol is finally standing fully on her own two feet, Jungeun stands on tiptoe to reward her with the slightest peck. No funny business.

That’s all the encouragement Jinsol needs. A second later, she’s back to playing the part of the dutiful girlfriend. They take a look at their photo strips as the automated machines count up their sparse array of tickets - there’s really not much to see, tragically, since Jungeun’s hair all but obscures the both of them from view. But Jinsol finds it funny, teasing her for the verifiable lion’s mane she possesses, and that’s good enough for the both of them.

As long as Jinsol is smiling, Jungeun will always be happy.

And as Jinsol turns in their ticket receipt - just enough for the tiniest little elephant plushie on the face of the earth - and presents the reward to Jungeun, she knows that feeling goes both ways, too.

The train ride home is a bit quiet. Jungeun grips onto Jinsol’s arm with one hand, fiddles aimlessly with Ellie the Elephant’s ears with the other. Jinsol stares at her with that calm, soothing gaze. Usually, it sets Jungeun at ease, but right now it sets her on fire instead. The blush is starting to return, now blanketing Jungeun’s shoulders and chest with its warmth. Jinsol’s free hand settles gently on her thigh.

She’s glad for the quiet. If she were to talk, Jungeun thinks her voice would come out half a whimper. There’s no reason for it, except for all the implicit feelings, and for the reason they’re already headed back to hers.

A while later, when Jungeun unlocks the door to her apartment, she does her best to go through the motions. Jinsol knows the place like the back of her hand, and they’re past the point of acting overly formal, so there’s no need for Jungeun to be offering Jinsol a glass of water as if this is all new to them.

Jinsol takes the glass anyways and downs it without hesitation. She thinks for a moment and then proceeds. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.” And there’s her stare again, eyes as big and sweet as the plushie sitting on the counter right next to them.

“I want to,” Jungeun reassures, a bit too quick, as her hands fiddle with nothing. Jinsol takes both of them in her grasp, smoothing her thumbs down across Jungeun’s knuckles. “I’m just. Nervous.”

Jinsol nods, speaks deliberately. “I am too.”

It’s a relief and a surprise, all in one. Jungeun lets out a shaky breath. She tugs on Jinsol’s hands, drawing them around herself until she’s wrapped safely in her girlfriend’s arms. They stay like that for a bit, with Jungeun’s mouth pressed against the long line of Jinsol’s neck, feeling the heavy pulse there.

Different, yet equal. Jungeun feels safe. If she didn’t, she’d never admit those insecurities or fears. Here Jinsol is, meeting her halfway, like always. In so many ways, this would all be easier if this were her first time. In love, in trust, in sex. Yet there are so many things Jungeun is glad she knows now, so that she can appreciate when it’s right all the more.

Jungeun is the one to lead them into her room, and she’s the one to pull Jinsol’s shirt up and off. She folds it with great care, even when the slope of Jinsol’s eyebrows, the tilt of her jaw, the sparkle in her eyes tells her that it’s a bit ridiculous. Jinsol says nothing though - the time for teasing will be later, for now, this is what Jungeun needs. By taking her time like this, even on something so asinine, she knows she won’t be able to soon forget the sight of Jinsol’s body.

Not a single detail will be forgotten, from the sharp curve of ribs into waist into hips, to the swell of Jinsol’s ass as Jungeun peels her girlfriend’s damp underwear down her legs, to the subtle sight and smell of Jinsol glistening against her thighs.

When Jungeun’s finally done undressing her, Jinsol settles down on the bed and pulls Jungeun into her lap. They kiss just like at the arcade, without a care in the world, as if Jinsol isn’t entirely naked and clearly wanting in so many ways. Jungeun doesn’t pull away after her tongue drags against Jinsol’s own, this time. She tilts her head and lets Jinsol kiss her back, deeper than Jungeun’s ever allowed.

It’s only when she whimpers that Jinsol breaks the kiss. Her eyes are dark. On anyone else, Jungeun would think of some kind of predator, of people that have inflicted pain and wounds not-quite healed. But it’s Jinsol, and all Jungeun can think of is the dopey stuffed elephant and a woman who would give her the world, but only if Jungeun asked for it.

“Can I undress you?” The question should seem silly. Jinsol is naked, for fucks’ sake. But it’s necessary, and so Jungeun nods. Even so, Jinsol stares at her for a few seconds longer, as though truly making sure that there’s no discomfort in Jungeun’s expression. “The second you’re not quite sure about something, tell me. Your comfort is more important than anything else.”

“Okay, I promise.”

That’s all it takes.

Jinsol presses a soft, fleeting kiss to Jungeun’s shoulder, elegant fingers brushing underneath the hem of the fabric to pool the shirt off, exposing skin as she goes. She’s deft in her movements, unbuttoning at a barely-noticeable speed, but with all the gentleness and care that colours every one of Jinsol’s interactions with her.

For that reason, Jinsol takes a moment to lean back for a second and fold up Jungeun’s shirt, too. It’s a bit sloppy, but the thought is enough. “I love you.” It’s not the first time that’s been said, either, but it’s the first in this kind of context. Jinsol deserves to know that all her efforts are noticed and appreciated. Jinsol deserves to know that every time Jungeun’s heart is at peace these days, it’s because of her.

The dopey smile she gets in return is what causes Jungeun’s stomach to swoop. Bolstered by the confession, it’s a mere matter of Jinsol hooking a finger underneath the wire of Jungeun’s bra to pull it up and out of the way. She glances up, hesitating for just a moment as her mouth descends. Jungeun flushes at the sight of Jinsol’s lips the barest distance away from her chest. Some instinct tells her to lean away, create distance. But there’s her girlfriend’s hand, pressed against the small of her back, keeping her there. Safe.

Jungeun gives a nod, and then Jinsol sets to work. Closed mouth kisses, at first. Not much in the way of sensation, but still enough to make Jungeun feel lightheaded. More. Jinsol’s an expert in reading her every desire. Knows when to completely unclasp and set Jungeun’s bra aside, knows how to dive back in with an open mouth to softly lick at and suckle her girlfriend’s skin. Jinsol’s free hand splits its time between gently brushing against Jungeun’s opposite breast and flitting up to thread through her hair and along the back of her neck reassuringly.

Everything feels warm, even when Jinsol switches sides, leaving Jungeun’s saliva-covered nipple to cool in the air. There’s the barest graze of teeth. Jungeun doesn’t mean to, but she whines loudly enough for Jinsol to pull back entirely, quick as lightning. There’s alarm written all over her face until she sees just how red Jungeun is.

“S-sorry.” Jungeun manages to stutter out, mind coated with the haze of pleasure. She tries to shift just a bit to get comfortable, but feels only hot, wet slick - both between her own legs and streaked against her thigh where it’s been pressed against Jinsol. The sensation doesn’t help her get her breath back.

Jinsol seems to understand even that, and scoots back further onto the bed with Jungeun until they’re lying side by side. “Take a second for me.”

It would be embarrassing if Jungeun had to ask for a moment to relax a little. But with Jinsol asking like that - like it’s something that she wants and needs, it’s all too easy to comply. There are a few minutes where Jungeun just stares at her ceiling and breathes herself through the moment, walking herself back from the point of being completely overwhelmed.

That’s the thing about Jinsol. Sometimes she knows what Jungeun is feeling before she even does. Jinsol is patient and kind, and all the things that love is. All the cliches are true, and it’s taken until now for her to realize, all thanks to this woman spooned into her side, fingers interlocked with hers, not expecting or wanting anything except for what Jungeun can give.

“I’m okay.” Her voice is steadier. She’s still… terribly pent up, it’s hard not to be when she can feel every inch of Jinsol against her side. There’s been no anticipation lost, at all, but everything feels clearer. She feels more in control of her own mind.

Still, Jinsol is nothing if not a gentlewoman. “You sure? We can just cuddle.”

Jungeun lets her head flop to the side, the unruly mess of her hair practically covering her entire face. It maybe lessens the impact of her glare-and-pout combo. “I’m so wet that if you don’t touch me, I may just have to kick you out and spend the rest of the night humping my hand.”

That seems to both reassure and embarrass Jinsol, if the strange little bubbly sound she makes and the way her eyes dart up and away are any indications. It summons up a ridiculous too-loud bark of laughter from Jungeun, and before she knows it, Jinsol is straddling her with her brows so knitted up she can practically see the gears in the older woman’s head turning frantically.

“You can’t just say that!” Jinsol insists, but Jungeun can feel the slick pressed against her stomach. Her hands find Jinsol’s hips and push just a bit, the pressure causing Jinsol to moan in earnest. “Jungeun!”

Maybe she likes being in control from time to time. So sue her. “You want me to stop?”

Jinsol goes a bit quiet and sullen, the role reversal astoundingly effective. “No.”

Still, Jungeun likes the usual dynamic a bit better - and it feels fairer to both Jinsol and herself to do this on familiar footing. “Then, please. I want you. I need you.”

That’s all it takes, the playfulness gone and shelved. Destined for another time, another place. Jinsol stares down at her, the true depths of tenderness returning as steadily as a flood. The love surges back through Jungeun’s chest as Jinsol simply nods and pulls herself further down Jungeun’s body. Dutiful to a fault.

There’s no more hesitation in the way Jinsol snaps Jungeun’s shorts open and pulls them down her legs alongside her underwear in one fluid motion. No insecurity to feel when Jinsol looks at her laid bare like she hung the stars. A kiss on her hip bone and a hand lifting one thigh acts as a final question, the are you sure behind Jinsol’s eyes answered so surely by Jungeun begging,

“Please.”

She’s never felt anything quite as warm and comforting as Jinsol’s tongue. Jungeun doesn’t know how it’s possible that Jinsol’s mouth feels so damn hot against her cunt when she already feels on fire, but if their relationship has taught her anything, it’s that sometimes unexpected things are the greatest gift of all.

There’s so much of Jinsol that Jungeun feels. Her nails, short and blunt, holding Jungeun’s thighs down as she squirms. Her breath, warm against Jungeun’s stomach when she pauses for a moment to breathe. Her fingertips, circling Jungeun’s clit with purpose. Her teeth, periodically nipping carefully against the skin of Jungeun’s pelvis even as Jinsol’s hand moves from Jungeun’s thigh to tease at her entrance.

It’s one thing to feel that she’s wet, it’s another to see herself completely covering Jinsol’s mouth and fingers. Bashful doesn’t begin to describe just how Jungeun feels about that, knowing that these days, there are so few others that could even begin to elicit such a reaction.

She really, really does love her.

When Jinsol crawls back up her body to kiss her before gently slipping a finger into Jungeun’s cunt, that’s the only thing on her mind. The pace and the curl of Jinsol’s index finger inside her makes her head pleasantly fuzzy. When another finger is added, and Jinsol starts pressing more instantly with her thumb against Jungeun’s clit, she thinks of all the infinite reasons why she feels these things.

Jinsol’s mouth tastes entirely like Jungeun.

She can still feel how wet Jinsol is, gently rocking herself against Jungeun’s thigh.

Jinsol is gently scratching against her scalp.

Jungeun moans, and if not for Jinsol swallowing the sound, she would definitely be receiving noise complaints from the neighbours the next day. Right now though, she isn’t thinking about that, or anything else except for that warm, beautiful, hazy blanket of safety and affection and care that Jinsol drapes her in.

Jinsol quickens her pace, curls her fingers. Pulls away from Jungeun’s mouth just long enough to drawl out a hurried, “I love you,” and then it’s all simply black against white as she comes. She’s not sure if she makes a sound, her senses too overwhelmed by everything else, and Jinsol gives no indication either way except for wrapping her arms fully around Jungeun.

“Love you too,” Jungeun murmurs after some time. She’s not sure how long it takes, but Jinsol doesn’t seem to mind.

Jinsol would wait forever for her, and that’s how Jungeun knows.

#featured #loonansfw #rating: m #character: kim lip #character: jinsoul #ship: lipsoul #softer than anything here has any right to be #don't get used to it

[darkmoonhye]

stalker hyejoo, but make it a hyerim rivalry

just a brief preview of a weird lil intermission i’ve been working on alongside cleaning up and adding to the stalker hyejoo prompt. like always, i have been seized by a burning need for plot, so who knows when the entire thing will be done, but it did seem like a fitting time to drop a preview given the subject matter. 

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it’s been a couple of weeks since hyejoo followed her unnies out for the first time, but even with a plethora of photos detailing nearly every part of their private lives, it still does little to clue hyejoo in on their thoughts. this entire situation arose out of a desperate need for hyejoo to understand their actions and motives - but she still really, really doesn’t get why yerim and herself are so different in their eyes. there must be a reason, and it simply doesn’t logically follow that it has anything to do with their respective maturity levels. she and yerim are both adults, and sure, yerim might be a little more conventionally responsible, respectful, and obedient (okay, a lot more respectful and obedient), but she’s also so pure. even having been witness to the unnies’ sexual hijinx, and having collected enough evidence to prove that yerim herself got into some less than innocent activities, hyejoo just doesn’t get their logic.

even if there’s a different reason for their hypocritical standards (such thoughts drive a rare burst of insecurity through hye, who irrationally thinks for a moment that maybe the unnies just don’t like being around her), hyejoo realizes the only thing that she does have any control over is how helpful she is to them. some would call it kissing ass, but it’s very clear to hyejoo that lip and jinsol like yerim more than her. that in and of itself is understandable, acceptable even - it’s not like hye wants to replace yerim, but she’s going to at least make a compelling case for why she deserves some damn appreciation, too. and thus begins a short period of friendly rivalry between hyejoo and yerim - who, bless her heart, doesn’t even know she’s competing for anyone’s affections.

[darkmoonhye]

stalker!hyejoo part 2

(originally sent anonymously to candychoerryluv on curiouscat under the alias of cowboy emoji. will likely be edited, rewritten, and republished at some point)

as for the club... hyejoo ends up trying her best to play things cool, like she doesn't know more or less exactly what the other three usually get up to during their outings. it's difficult, because apparently this is all lip’s idea, but she hasn’t really said anything directly to hyejoo, instead just giving her these sly stares. but, to the unnies’ credit, things start out pretty normally - the way they dance with hyejoo and hand her drinks is almost disturbingly lighthearded.

it’s pretty weird for hye, since it disrupts the rhythm she’s grown accustomed to - lip stays alongside them all, jinsol doesn't get as drunk as she has been - just enough to get handsy with hye, which IS a familiar experience - and even though yves does prowl around, it’s only to point out different girls and ask hye's opinion on them, almost like she’s trying to bond by figuring out what her type is. but, hyejoo knows the playgirl antics yves gets up to, and so she finds herself getting annoyed (maybe a bit possessive of yves. or maybe protective of jinsol’s feelings, who in her only semi- inebriated state, seems more than a little pouty over yves’ wandering eyes). she snaps, none too gently, “are you asking for you or for me?” and is legitimately surprised when yves comments back, “we could always share”.

lip laughs way too loudly at how hye reacts to that, commenting dryly, “i don’t know if she’s as into hooking up with strangers as you are, hasoo” with a pointed stare at how hyejoo’s arm is fully wrapped around jinsol. hyejoo, ever defensive, and herself a bit too tipsy, bites back, “you’re one to talk” before she can even think about it, and lip - still dangerously sharp due to her sobriety, pick up on it immediately. “and how would you know,” lip counters, before jinsol cuts in to drawl, “everyone in the world could tell you’re a slut, lippie”, getting them all laughing, and the conversation quickly moves on, so hyejoo relaxes - thinking she got away with her misstep, before lip suddenly cuts back in with a non sequitur of, “i slept with the bouncer a couple of nights ago.”

yves and jinsol don’t seem surprised, so as confused as hyejoo is about where lip’s going with this, she doesn’t question it immediately, can’t bring herself to look away even when lip meets her gaze head-on. hye feels her pulse quicken. “she mentioned they found something weird on the security tapes, actually. someone with a camera.” lip grins, and if it weren’t for jinsol laying half in her lap, hyejoo thinks she would’ve just darted.

the only slight repose she has is that the other two seem genuinely surprised by the news. “what, like taking upskirt shots or something?” yves half-glowers, hye sinking back into the booth - into jinsol, her brow furrowed in utmost concern - even further.

“not really,” lip answers, “i recognized them, and i told her they’re harmless, so she’s going to let it go. just a weird hobby of theirs, thought it was kinda funny. blackmail material, you know?” lip’s smirk causes hye’s stomach to roll, message clearly received. for the past months, all hyejoo has wanted was this kind of attention. and now that she has it, she simply doesn’t know how to deal with it. she isn’t given much more time to process it, though, because lip keeps steamrolling forward, burying the topic once more. “used my favour up, though, so no VIP crawling for me this month. guess i’ll be sticking around you guys more often.”

soon enough, the warning is all but forgotten, and hyejoo allows herself to relax slightly. jinsol has switched her attentions over to yves, who seems to welcome it in the wake of a lack of “suitable” women in the club, which makes it exceptionally easy for lip to pull hye up, citing a desire for a more familiar dance partner. once they’re on the club floor, bass thrumming heavily, lip loops her arms around hye’s neck and pushes her thigh against the younger’s crotch. it’s exactly as hye had fantasized, takes practically nothing for her to grow rock-hard, having already been sporting a semi for much of the night thanks to the combined circumstances. it takes everything in hye not to just cum right there when lip presses her mouth hotly against her ear, drawling out a threat, “i have copies of the tapes. you’re going to show me everything you have, and then you’re going to give me everything you have.”

hyejoo’s mouth is completely dry, her head swimming as lip runs her fingers along the edge of her shorts. they’ve grown much, much too tight, but even with hye so desperate, it’s in her nature to bite back. until she catches sight of jinsol and yves, being their usual levels of depraved and disgusting, sure, but it’s enough of a reminder to knock the fight right out of her. hyejoo likes being able to be an outside observer, like this. she also likes the freedom of being able to interact with her unnies. even if yves and jinsol didn’t mind her actions, there was something addictive about the secrecy... and something even more exhilarating about being the risk of being exposed. that was why she had taken such risks in the first place, wasn’t it?

hyejoo’s tongue darts out to wet her lips, her voice wavering as she answers lip, “of course”. lip pulls back slightly and smiles - one of her soft smiles, eyes gleaming under the lights - before rewarding hye with a kiss. “good girl.” she hums, turning back around to press her ass against hye’s erection teasingly. “maybe if you’re lucky, you can get what you want from me tonight.” as they sway to the music, hyejoo’s eyes remain transfixed in the direction of their table - on their unnies’ forms curled completely into each other. her grip on lip’s hips tighten when jinsol crawls fully into yves’ lap, and lip can only let out a half-breathless laugh (still too loud, especially this close, hyejoo thinks - but doesn’t say) “or maybe you’d rather go share with yves.”

it’s teasing, hyejoo knows it is, but she still wants to be perfectly clear, so she says, “all of the above.” judging by the way lip’s eyelashes flutter, and her skin warms under hyejoo’s hands, she doesn’t think lip minds the prospect.

#featured

[darkmoonhye]

stalker!hyejoo part 1

(originally sent anonymously to candychoerryluv on curiouscat under the alias of cowboy emoji. will likely be edited, rewritten, and republished at some point)

i think of lipsoulves all hitting the town with increasing frequency. at first, it was only on occasion (maybe once a month at most) and it was all the unnies, but eventually those three took a particular liking to club and bar-hopping, heading out multiple times a week... initially, hyejoo was just mildly curious about what exactly they got up to on their own, but no one would answer her questions. she even tried hinting about wanting to go with them one time, but yves had pretty much laughed her off ('you're like a baby, hyejoo') while jinsol cooed over how sweet it was that she wanted to tag along (jinsol's nickname for hyejoo ever since then has been 'duckling'). lip didn't say much about the entire thing, had just gotten a bit impatient with the older two since she wanted to get out to do -- whatever it was they did.

the entire encounter had strongly irritated hye, and it took her a while before she managed to get over it. or so she thought, until one night, lipsoulves set out on their regular friday outing alongside yerim, of all people. it was one thing on the rare instances that they were joined by heejin, hyunjin, or even gowon (which had only happened once, and hyejoo hadn't spoken to her for a week when even she had given cryptic answers about what they got up to), but yerim was just barely older than her! if her unnies thought she was too young, surely a couple short months shouldn't have made a difference...? but evidently, to them, it did, and hyejoo just couldn't accept that.

that night had been the start of hyejoo's stalking habit. at that point, she was afraid of getting caught following them, more than anything, so she kept far back, didn't even dare trying to get into the clubs they entered. just sat across the street, ignoring the inebriated idiots who would harass her every so often, and waited for them to emerge again. when they did, the unnies looked mostly the same as they typically did when hyejoo would see them getting home in the early morning hours. jinsol was maybe a little more inebriated than usual, yves a little more smug-looking, and lip was quiet in the way that she only was after their nights out.

yerim was the only one who gave hye the barest hint of what could've went down. even from afar, hyejoo could tell she was a mess - hair dishevelled, face flushed, and clothes rumbled (when she snuck in to check the laundry a few hours later, she found her confirmation through yerim's skirt, strangely stained, and a pair of her torn and equally stained underwear in the trash). she was lacking the details and context, but yerim's appearance was enough to give hyejoo a solid idea of what exactly the unnies went out to do. yves had an arm slung around yerim, half-guiding her into the backseat of a hailed cab, before she and jinsol climbed in after her. hyejoo assumed that lip would take shotgun, but strangely, she instead stayed exactly where she was and saw the other three off. hyejoo's curiousity emerged once more when lip headed right back into the club, but she pushed down the feeling - it was more important that she got home before the other unnies realized she was missing, lest her new favourite game meet a premature end.

after that night, hye follows her unnies almost every time they go out (one more returning to the normalcy of just lipvesoul), becoming more daring every time she does, quickly mustering up the nerve to follow them into the places they frequent, and even managing to ask around for them without rousing suspicion. it becomes habitual - hye gets used to seeing how the three women start the night off together, before lip goes off to dance on her own, breaking off the other two (who at the early stages of the night are more involved in each other than anyone else, anyways). eventually, jinsol always gets a little too sloshed, and yves ditches her for other pretty women, while jinsol essentially gets left in the care of any somewhat-safe-seeming stranger who is unlucky enough to be close by when yves dips. then, at some point in the night, yves will go sneak off to hook up with some college-aged girl in the bathroom, jinsol will puke on her appointed babysitter, and lip will vanish altogether, before re-appearing about an hour later to collect both her partners in crime.

it's enough like clockwork that hyejoo gets bored of the routine really quickly, her only real moment of entertainment arising from the one time that yves left a virtually unconscious jinsol completely alone, and out of a strange sense of protectiveness, hyejoo had slipped into the same booth as her to care for the delirious woman until shortly before the point in time where she knew the other unnies would be returning (jinsol had awoken at one point to hyejoo’s hands gently scratching at her scalp, and hyejoo was sure her heart stopped out of fear when the older woman mumbled out a ‘duckling...’ - fortunately for her, jinsol was truly a blackout drunk, and no evidence remained of their close proximity that night except for a small collection of moderately lewd photos on hyejoo’s phone).

getting close to jinsol was exhilarating, but yves isn’t careless enough to leave her completely alone very often (and when it does happen, hyejoo always helps herself to something special for her chivalrous services, be it more photos, a messy kiss, or even jinsol’s underwear), and hyejoo could only find so much amusement in anonymously sending yves drinks paired with flirty messages (setting her up to hit on a particularly disinterested, or at least, very heterosexual women - watching her unnie strike out is the only fair repayment for how yves treats her these days). so really, she spends most of her time watching lip grind on (and get felt up) by anyone who comes her way. a part of her itches to be closer, but hyejoo knows that lip doesn’t drink anywhere near as heavily as jinsol - and rarely even gets as buzzed as yves - so if she were to ever try her luck at getting within touching distance, the jig would be up.

hyejoo makes a compromise with herself, then, both in order to get “closer”, and in order to feel like she’s taking some kind of risk - she starts borrowing lip’s camera without her knowledge. every night they go out, hyejoo swaps out the digital camera’s memory card, equips it with a low-light lens, and helps herself to taking shots of lip with other people - their hands across her chest, or pressing between her legs, the way her ass presses into her temporary partner’s crotch. it was difficult to get clear shots, at first, given that the lighting conditions of most clubs is subpar to begin with, and then add in the factor of needing to hide the fact you even had a camera and were taking photos taking photos from, well, everyone, and it was weeks before hyejoo started to get that hang of it. once she did though, she formed quite the collection... and hye enjoys the photos of a humiliated yves and a soporific jinsol every bit as much as her hoard of snapshots featuring lip’s thighs.

but hyejoo knows she’s still missing out on a wealth of photo ops every time lip slips away towards some back room, accompanied by one or more of her nightly dance partners. those are the times she gets most frustrated, desperately palming away at her crotch while she reviews that night’s thumbnails before she’s uncomfortably spilling away - no satisfaction to be had, as her mind immediately wanders off to what she wants and cannot have. at this point, hyejoo is even depraved enough to start sneaking into the bathroom after yves and her girl toy, leaning up against the stall wall and listening to them go at it - just to have something else occupy her mind. it’s all too aggravating, and just when hyejoo’s frustrations are starting to seep into how she interacts with her unnies during the day, the routine is shattered.

“hyejoo-yah, get ready! you’re coming with us.” yves is the one to break the news, and hyejoo is left gaping in shock. nothing had changed between the times she had been denied and now - nothing that the unnies should have been aware of, anyhow. jinsol offers to lend her an appropriate outfit with a smile, teasing her about her usual choice of sweats. as her unnie hands her a pile of clothing, and it isn’t until hyejoo catches sight of a brand-new pair of silk boxer-briefs that she starts to understand whats going on. when she asks jinsol for complete clarification, she’s kind enough to treat hyejoo with the first real snippet of honesty that any of the unnies had ever given her, “lippie thought it was time to show you what you’ve been missing out on”.

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