Characters/Ship: WJSN Eunseo/Yeonjung Tags: friends with benefits, self-worth issues, in a shocking turn of events the fuckgirls fall in love with each other Permission to Remix: Yes
It was around noon when Juyeon arrived at Yeonjung’s apartment, multiple food bags hanging from both her arms and a smile that would put the sun to shame on her face. Now it’s half past midnight, a forgotten movie is playing on Yeonjung’s television, and they’re sinking themselves into each other over fresh, lavender scented sheets.
“I want to give this a try,” Juyeon confesses as her kisses move down from Yeonjung’s jaw to her neck, reverence dripping from her fingertips as she traces the abs Yeonjung is hiding under the baggy shirt she put on earlier. “Us a try.”
Yeonjung’s eyes snap open, her veins run cold and her knees nearly hit Juyeon’s stomach with the way they violently jerk forward once she registers the words that came out of her mouth. Did Juyeon just— is she implying what I think she’s implying—
“Unnie,” Yeonjung calls, mewls when Juyeon sinks her teeth in a particularly sensitive spot near her collarbones, then presses her palms over Juyeon’s shoulders to halt her movements for once and for all. She can’t have this conversation with Juyeon’s lips and hands all over her body. “Unnie, stop.”
Juyeon nudges her nose against Yeonjung’s cheek, leaving a peck over the flushed skin before she prompts herself up by her elbows, giving Yeonjung all of her attention. “Mhm?”
And that’s when it hits Yeonjung that, yes, this is the most vulnerable and open and naked she’s ever felt in her twenty two years of life. There, lying on her bed with the girl she spent an entire year telling herself she didn’t give a fuck about gazing down at her as if she’s the only thing she’s ever yearned for, Yeonjung realizes how far those drunk party hookups turned into late nights wasting time in their apartments have gone.
There’s nothing special about how they ended up in that situation, really. They were mere acquaintances before, the only connection between them being their mutual friends and the fact that they were known around campus as two sides of the same coin— both famous for being irresistible heartbreakers, but with different approaches and different reputations.
Yeonjung was honest, maybe too honest for most people to handle, when it came to sleeping with someone— she’d tell them straight ahead that she wasn’t looking for a relationship, that all she wanted was to blow off some steam, have some harmless fun for the night, and by the time the sun was out, they’d go their separate ways. Juyeon, on the other hand, was the textbook definition of a gentlewoman— sure, she wasn’t seeking anything serious either, but she’d charm her way into the hearts of every single woman that happened to cross her path anyway, whether it was intentional or not.
(“I’ve seen a lot of my classmates cry over you,” Juyeon commented as she toyed with the gold chain around Yeonjung’s neck, doing a poor job at pretending she wasn’t dying to leave this stupid party, get her alone and rip that black crop-top off her body.
That was a few hours before they hooked up for the first time, before Juyeon began to tear down each and every single one of the walls Yeonjung had built around her heart over the years.
“I get it now,” she whispered huskily against Yeonjung’s ear, putting her hand on Yeonjung’s waist and pressing her back against the concrete wall. “I think I would too.”)
So, taking those facts into consideration, it’s safe to affirm that the thought of being in some sort of unexpected-yet-addictive situationship with Son Juyeon of all people makes her want to run off into the night until her bones are seconds away from breaking into a million pieces. That it makes her want to hide. That it makes her want to buy a one-way ticket to Seoul and cry into her mother’s embrace like the scared little child she never allowed herself to be.
But, despite the alarms going off inside her brain and demanding her to leave now, leave now, leave now, she remains at the same place, pliant and transparent under Juyeon’s expectant, hungry eyes.
“Are you sure?”
In between the lines, if you look closely, it reads: are you sure about me? I’m difficult and flawed and stubborn. I blurt out whatever is on my mind and people’s hearts are left battered and bruised because of it. I’m not even half as affectionate or caring as you are. You know who I am. No one that knows me has ever gotten this far. No one that knows me has ever wanted me this much.
I’m no good. I’m no good. I’m no good. Why do you adore me, despite everything? Despite knowing the truth?
You could be the next one to bleed out in my arms. I could be the death of you.
The smile that blooms on Juyeon’s lips is enough for Yeonjung to know that she is sure, has been for a while now, way before Yeonjung could ever admit to herself that, maybe, she’s been longing for the same thing all along.
And the way Juyeon kisses her— deep, rough and desperate, with one hand on her neck and the other digging into the skin of her exposed thighs— instead of giving her a proper answer lets her know that Juyeon— always so brave, so kind and so, so loving Juyeon— wants her anyway, inside and out, rotten parts and all.
“Was that,” Juyeon breathes out as she leaves pecks through the entirety of Yeonjung’s face, careful not to leave a single part unloved, “sure enough for you?”
Yeonjung grins, then proceeds to take Juyeon’s hand and drag it from her thighs all the way up to her hips, then to her stomach, until it’s safe underneath her bra, clutching it like a lifeline as she melts at the feeling of Juyeon’s strong fingers pressed against her skin. She marvels at the way Juyeon’s eyes glint with desire, at how they become a shade darker than they usually are, at how it seems like she wants to swallow her whole.
[FILL] rotten parts and all
Tags: friends with benefits, self-worth issues, in a shocking turn of events the fuckgirls fall in love with each other
Permission to Remix: Yes
a/n: yeonjung wearing a black crop-top + a gold chain… yeah. i wrote this in the speed of light so i’m sorry for any mistakes ;_;
++ ao3 link
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It was around noon when Juyeon arrived at Yeonjung’s apartment, multiple food bags hanging from both her arms and a smile that would put the sun to shame on her face. Now it’s half past midnight, a forgotten movie is playing on Yeonjung’s television, and they’re sinking themselves into each other over fresh, lavender scented sheets.
“I want to give this a try,” Juyeon confesses as her kisses move down from Yeonjung’s jaw to her neck, reverence dripping from her fingertips as she traces the abs Yeonjung is hiding under the baggy shirt she put on earlier. “Us a try.”
Yeonjung’s eyes snap open, her veins run cold and her knees nearly hit Juyeon’s stomach with the way they violently jerk forward once she registers the words that came out of her mouth. Did Juyeon just— is she implying what I think she’s implying—
“Unnie,” Yeonjung calls, mewls when Juyeon sinks her teeth in a particularly sensitive spot near her collarbones, then presses her palms over Juyeon’s shoulders to halt her movements for once and for all. She can’t have this conversation with Juyeon’s lips and hands all over her body. “Unnie, stop.”
Juyeon nudges her nose against Yeonjung’s cheek, leaving a peck over the flushed skin before she prompts herself up by her elbows, giving Yeonjung all of her attention. “Mhm?”
And that’s when it hits Yeonjung that, yes, this is the most vulnerable and open and naked she’s ever felt in her twenty two years of life. There, lying on her bed with the girl she spent an entire year telling herself she didn’t give a fuck about gazing down at her as if she’s the only thing she’s ever yearned for, Yeonjung realizes how far those drunk party hookups turned into late nights wasting time in their apartments have gone.
There’s nothing special about how they ended up in that situation, really. They were mere acquaintances before, the only connection between them being their mutual friends and the fact that they were known around campus as two sides of the same coin— both famous for being irresistible heartbreakers, but with different approaches and different reputations.
Yeonjung was honest, maybe too honest for most people to handle, when it came to sleeping with someone— she’d tell them straight ahead that she wasn’t looking for a relationship, that all she wanted was to blow off some steam, have some harmless fun for the night, and by the time the sun was out, they’d go their separate ways. Juyeon, on the other hand, was the textbook definition of a gentlewoman— sure, she wasn’t seeking anything serious either, but she’d charm her way into the hearts of every single woman that happened to cross her path anyway, whether it was intentional or not.
(“I’ve seen a lot of my classmates cry over you,” Juyeon commented as she toyed with the gold chain around Yeonjung’s neck, doing a poor job at pretending she wasn’t dying to leave this stupid party, get her alone and rip that black crop-top off her body.
That was a few hours before they hooked up for the first time, before Juyeon began to tear down each and every single one of the walls Yeonjung had built around her heart over the years.
“I get it now,” she whispered huskily against Yeonjung’s ear, putting her hand on Yeonjung’s waist and pressing her back against the concrete wall. “I think I would too.”)
So, taking those facts into consideration, it’s safe to affirm that the thought of being in some sort of unexpected-yet-addictive situationship with Son Juyeon of all people makes her want to run off into the night until her bones are seconds away from breaking into a million pieces. That it makes her want to hide. That it makes her want to buy a one-way ticket to Seoul and cry into her mother’s embrace like the scared little child she never allowed herself to be.
But, despite the alarms going off inside her brain and demanding her to leave now, leave now, leave now, she remains at the same place, pliant and transparent under Juyeon’s expectant, hungry eyes.
“Are you sure?”
In between the lines, if you look closely, it reads: are you sure about me? I’m difficult and flawed and stubborn. I blurt out whatever is on my mind and people’s hearts are left battered and bruised because of it. I’m not even half as affectionate or caring as you are. You know who I am. No one that knows me has ever gotten this far. No one that knows me has ever wanted me this much.
I’m no good. I’m no good. I’m no good. Why do you adore me, despite everything? Despite knowing the truth?
You could be the next one to bleed out in my arms. I could be the death of you.
The smile that blooms on Juyeon’s lips is enough for Yeonjung to know that she is sure, has been for a while now, way before Yeonjung could ever admit to herself that, maybe, she’s been longing for the same thing all along.
And the way Juyeon kisses her— deep, rough and desperate, with one hand on her neck and the other digging into the skin of her exposed thighs— instead of giving her a proper answer lets her know that Juyeon— always so brave, so kind and so, so loving Juyeon— wants her anyway, inside and out, rotten parts and all.
“Was that,” Juyeon breathes out as she leaves pecks through the entirety of Yeonjung’s face, careful not to leave a single part unloved, “sure enough for you?”
Yeonjung grins, then proceeds to take Juyeon’s hand and drag it from her thighs all the way up to her hips, then to her stomach, until it’s safe underneath her bra, clutching it like a lifeline as she melts at the feeling of Juyeon’s strong fingers pressed against her skin. She marvels at the way Juyeon’s eyes glint with desire, at how they become a shade darker than they usually are, at how it seems like she wants to swallow her whole.
The scary part is, Yeonjung would let her do it.
“I might need a little more convincing.”