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1.
“Holy shit he’s hot.”
Saebom startles at the words, jerking her head away from the game to glance at her friend.
“What ?”
“Don’t look, but in the team’s row, talking to the coach.”
Of course, Saebom looks.
And is met with the sight of Yihyun, arms crossed on his chest, speaking with the team’s coach.
“Oh, that’s my friend I was telling you about.”
“You’re kidding, right ?” Jung-Ja tells her, looking halfway between pissed and bewildered. “I’ve been complaining about being single for two months, you had this guy in your circle and you never thought to introduce us ?”
That’s….
To tell the truth, Saebom never really considered Yihyun as a love interest, for her or others. The thought now though, of setting her friends up, sits oddly in her chest. She doesn’t like it. Not one bit.
There are a few things Saebom does not indulge in : tofu, yoga, eating with your mouth wide open, margaritas and jealousy.
So the flash of jealousy coursing through her is unexpected, to say the least. Especially considering the fact that she doesn’t harbor any romantic feelings whatsoever towards Yihyun, and that Jung-Ja and him would actually be good together. Logically speaking, it’s… It’s good. But she’s not as comfortable with the notion as she would like.
“How come he’s here with the team again ?” Jung-Ja suddenly asks, startling her out of the disturbing thoughts.
“He’s kind of a consultant.”
“Why ? Don’t you need to be like a professional to be with the team ?”
“He was an incredible player in high school,” she explains, thinking back to the few times she actually went to the team’s matches. “But he injured his leg and… well, he can’t play anymore, but it doesn’t change the fact that he knows what the hell he’s doing.”
Her friend hums, frowning slightly above a gaze that remains fixed on Yihyun. Without anything else to do, Saebom follows her line of sight.
Even from afar, she has to admit that Yihyun is handsome. Especially when in his element. She has had a taste of it before, this confidence about him that comes with knowing what he’s doing, calling plays and strategies. She rolled her eyes when he spoke of baseball, but she is forced to say that it’s quite something.
So, it’s not that surprising Jung-Ja keeps staring at him for the rest of the game. What is surprising, though is that Saebom looks away very quickly, and can’t seem to draw her attention back on Yihyun without feeling an odd twinge in her chest.
That’s worrying.
They talk through the rest of the second-half, carefully steering away from the topic of dating, and after the game, which they win, they get up and start making their way opposite the crowd, towards the field instead of away.
She told Yihyun she’d come, and she doesn’t regret it, especially not when he turns their direction and catches her eye.
“Saebom-ah !” He yells above the noise, waving a hand at them with a smile as bright as the sun.
“Oh my God,” Jung-Ja says under her breath, and Saebom turns a questioning eyebrow to her.
She has a dazed look on her face that she’s rarely seen before, but no amount of looking between her two friends gives her any hint as to why.
It’s a few minutes later that they’re finally at the last level of the bleachers, Yihyun’s elbows already leaned loosely on the railing so he’s already looking at them when they get there.
“Good game,” Saebom congratulates, feeling her smile widen when he hangs his head down, hiding his pride.
“Hi,” her friend greets with a wide grin that takes up half her face. “I’m Jung-Ja.”
“Jung Yihyun,” he greets back with a nod.
“I know. Saebom tells me you’re in the police ?”
“Oh, yeah. I just made detective. You’re in the SOU too ?”
“Trailing behind her, but yeah.”
“Not surprising,” he replies with a chuckle and a glance at her.
Saebom rolls her eyes at their antics.
“You’re exaggerating.”
“I mean,” Jung-Ja scrunches her nose at her. “I clearly didn’t stick a syringe in a guy’s chest without thinking about it, so…”
“How did your TMP training go ?” Yihyun inquires, looking genuinely curious.
That’s another thing about him; he looks so genuine in everything he does, so honestly interested in the answers you give, it almost makes you feel privileged. Saebom usually does, that’s for sure.
Now is different, somehow.
“Uneventfully,” Jung-Ja replies, leaning forward a bit with a hand on her hip. “But I bet you’ve come some fun stories from the police work.”
Saebom quickly loses track of their conversation as her phone rings. Fishing it out, she checks the caller name, sighs when she sees Lee Seung Yeong’s name light up the screen. Great. This is the weekend, but he can’t be calling about anything other than a case.
“I have to take this,” she warns them before moving a few steps away and answering the call.
She might be on the phone, but her eyes don’t leave the duo, smiles and laughs all around while she feels herself frowning deeper as the seconds pass.
2.
It’s 10pm when his phone rings, startling him out of the baseball match he’s watching. Saebom’s ID is staring at him, and so Yihyun raises a brow in curiosity before answering.
“Hey.”
“I’m on a date,” she immediately hisses at him.
“Ok ?” He inquires, feeling very lost at the prospect of Saebom on a date.
It’s not like it’s the first time, they’ve been friends for ten years. But it does send a twinge of sadness through his body, the certainty that those feelings are never going to be reciprocated getting louder at every similar instance.
“No,” she hisses more forcefully. “He’s a creep, please come and get me.”
Yihyun is out of his chair in a split second, picking up his jacket and keys in the next, and asking through the phone :
“You can handle it til I arrive ?”
“Yeah,” she tells him, but it’s quiet. “I’ll wait for you outside.”
“Text me the address.”
It’s twenty five minutes -the longest of his life, really- before he finally arrives at the restaurant she texted.
As promised, she is outside, looking like a vision in an uncharacteristic dress and heels. They aren’t that high, so she still has to tilt her head up to look at him when he exits the car and places himself before her.
“You ok ?” Is his first question.
The sheer relief on her face doesn’t soothe his concern in the least, not even her smile and the hand she lays on his arm.
“Thanks for coming.”
“What the hell happened ?” He asks, both because he wants to know if he needs to kick some ass, and because Saebom rarely, if ever, asks for his helps concerning such matters. She takes care of it herself, with her words or her fists. He’s seen her flip some asshole over her shoulder in a bar because he groped someone, has seen her keep a street thief down with only her foot. She can handle an asshole on a random date.
And yet she seems really shaken, even more so when she shakes her head and simply says :
“It’s not important, I just needed to get out of there. Can we go ?”
“Of course.”
Yihyun is already guiding her to his car, opening the door so she can climb in before going around to the driver seat.
He gets no glance at the creep before they drive off, which he supposes he must be thankful for. Yihyun isn’t sure what he’d do faced with someone who made Saebom run off like that, and call him so late just to pick her up, but it wouldn’t be anything good, that’s for sure.
“So, does it make it in the top five worst dates ?” He eventually asks to diffuse the tension in the car, and take her mind off things.
“Without a doubt.”
“And in less than an hour,” Yihyun tries to tease. “New record, isn’t it ?”
Saebom hums, and when he glances at her she’s looking out the window. He doesn’t like it, when she does that, because he knows it’s a tactic to hide her face. All he can gather right now is how upset she is, and that she evidently doesn’t want him to know. That’s why she derails :
“What was your worst date ever ?”
“I don’t think I’ve had one yet.”
That gets her to look at him, head lolling lazily on her neck to address him the most painfully unimpressed expression.
“Are you kidding ?”
“No. I don’t often go on dates, so…”
“Why don’t you ?”
Yihyun shrugs, the conversation veering into dangerous territory.
He can’t well tell her he doesn’t go on dates because a casual one night stand with someone met at a bar is enough for him. Because he can’t well try and build something else, something more, when the only woman he’s in love with is right next to him. There’s no way to be in a serious relationship with this endless pit of feelings he holds for Saebom.
But he can’t say any of that.
“Serious relationships aren’t my thing, I suppose.”
3.
“Yah, I hope you have time because this week has been a holy hell, and I need…”
Saebom stops short, both in step and word, at the sight of a very sheepish woman standing before her.
That in and of itself isn’t that shocking, but the fact that she’s here this early in the morning, dressed only in a shirt Saebom recognizes as Yihyun’s, is.
Both eyebrows jump up to her hairline as she turns back to her best friend, half-turned towards her like caught by surprise.
“Ah.”
Yihyun rolls his eyes at her, closing the door and forcing her to move forward inside the apartment. For some reason, she really doesn’t want to. Her attention turns back to the guest, to her naked legs and her shy smile.
Her studying doesn’t deter the girl -who is very pretty, really, even with the makeup a bit smudged under her eyes, even with the evidence of lack of sleep (Saebom doesn’t linger on that)- from stepping towards her, a hand stretched in invitation.
“Hi. Sorry, Yihyun told me he wasn’t expecting anyone.”
“I can see that,” Saebom says with a little smile, shaking her hand once in greeting.
Her best friend scoffs behind her.
“I’m sorry,” he says to the girl, “she has a bad habit of barging in whenever.”
“I can see that,” the woman echoes, her smile brightening when she looks at Yihyun.
“I’m Saebom,” this last says when the silence has lingered too long, something passing between the other two that makes her suddenly uneasy, shifting on her feet.
It snaps them out of it, the woman turning to her again and exclaiming.
“Oh, sorry ! Hyerin, it’s nice to meet you.”
“You don’t have to be polite,” Yihyun interrupts them, going back to Hyerin’s side and sending Saebom a look she doesn’t care for one bit. “She certainly isn’t. What are you even doing here ?”
“Well, since you asked so nicely, I was going to propose an impromptu drinking session. But now that I see you’re… busy,” she finishes, stomach churning oddly as she deliberately looks at the lack of space between the two. “I’m going to…”
“Oh, no, please !” Hyerin exclaims, both hands gesturing before her rapidly. “I was just leaving, you should stay !”
“Are you…” Yihyun stars, frowning.
Saebom doesn’t feel really good.
“Yeah, I’m sure. I’ll just get changed, I have work anyway.”
When Hyerin goes, Yihyun kisses her goodbye, and Saebom feels sick all of a sudden. Probably the alcohol so early in the morning, she reasons, though she has yet to take a sip.
Her gaze doesn’t budge from him as he goes around the apartment, tidying up the few things that need it, and then gestures for her to follow him into the kitchen, where she sits at the table without waiting for his permission.
Saebom wonders how to bring it up. If there’s anything to bring up, really.
“I’ll knock next time,” she promises, though she knows it’s a lie and he probably knows it too.
Still, it gets a chuckle out of him.
“It’s fine.”
Since when ? she wishes to ask. It’s not like they know the other’s every single fling, and they’re perfectly fine like that. It shouldn’t be fine, because this is not a normal occurrence.
Worse, Yihyun wouldn’t be fine with it if it was a one night stand, or someone she’d never see again. He’d be awkward and flushing and that shy Yihyun he is only once in a while, the one she enjoys bringing out of him.
Serious relationships aren’t my thing, he told her once, flippant like his happiness didn’t matter.
Yes, that’s why it bothers her so much. It has to be, right ?
“That looked… serious,” she tries once he’s sitting down opposite her, coffee in hand.
She doesn’t have anything to drink except the six pack she brought, but she couldn’t stomach anything right now anyway. Yihyun shrugs.
“Maybe.”
“She’s the only one I’ve met,” she tries again against her better judgement.
He glances at her, unimpressed.
“That’s not of my doing.”
“Yihyun.”
His sigh is heavy with more than annoyance when it flees his lungs, heavy with something Saebom couldn’t place if she wanted to. Relationships aren’t a topic they usually discuss, don’t spur questions and answers from alcohol and loose lips. She ignores why, exactly, they never talk about relationships but speak of their darkest fears and insecurities. The fact remains that her line of questioning is completely out of the ordinary, uncharacteristic from her and more uncharacteristic is that he answers anyway.
“I’m not sure I’m… in the right place, for a serious relationship yet. But Hyerin might.. yeah, maybe,” he settles on, taking a sip of his coffee with a lost gaze.
Oh.
Oh, well, would you look at that.
She really doesn’t feel good, and she cannot pinpoint why. Saebom shifts in her seat, trying to find a more comfortable position, but her stomach seems all wrong, insides not in the right place.
“You’re in love ?”
The words are completely unprompted, and completely out of nowhere. Saebom isn’t sure why she asked, considering as soon as they’re out of her mouth, she realizes she doesn’t want the answer.
Yihyun snaps his gaze to hers, eyes a bit wide with surprise. She can’t blame him.
Shaking her head, she waves a hand around, trying to dismiss it.
“It’s nothing, forget I…”
“No,” he cuts her off. “No, I’m not.”
He’s still looking at her, but Saebom suddenly can’t handle it, and looks down at the table. She isn’t sure why, but it feels like he’s hiding something.
It feels like she’s hiding something, too, but even she doesn’t know what.
4.
It’s funny, she tells herself for the hundredth time.
It’s really not, her brain corrects unhelpfully.
That woman is all over Yihyun, a hand on his forearm and a constant laugh on her gorgeous sophisticated face, and it’s funny.
It kind of has her fuming, that this girl thinks it’s ok to hit on somebody who is so clearly married. Plus, Saebom has been not-so-subtly sending her deadliest glares at her, which she hasn’t noticed.
So, here’s the deal. Logically, Saebom knows she does not own Yihyun; that their marriage is one in name only, and that, eventually, they’d have adventures on the side with other people, if they were to keep being wed while not engaging in a real relationship.
But Saebom hasn’t spent too much time thinking it over; doesn’t like the idea of Yihyun and a girl, in general, but even less since they’re married. Since the ring settled on his finger is the one she gave him, and goes with the one on her own finger.
Jung Yihyun feels like he’s hers, in a way. Not so much as in “I possess him forever now”, but more like he’s her person. He’s the one she needs in her life, in every way possible.
So yes, seeing this girl getting all touchy and eyelashes-batting and…
Yihyun turns his head at that moment, meeting her glare with a wide smile that thaws her anger like snow under the sun. Brightly, he gestures at her. And what to do, really, faced with her husband looking at her like she’s the sun, but make her way to him ?
She usually does not indulge in it, but… she’ll make an exception.
“Hi honey,” she greets, the affectionate term making both of Yihyun’s eyebrows jump up. “You having fun ?”
“Yeah,” he replies slowly, and then turns back to the woman, who looks like she sucked on a lemon. It’s a better look on her. “Bom-a, this is Mi-yeon. She lives in the next building over.”
“Charming the neighbors, I see,” she smiles at him, and then extends a hand towards the woman, who has recomposed herself. “Yoon Saebom.”
She shakes her hand stiffly, eyes jumping between the couple, and greets back :
“Kim Mi-yeon. I was just telling your husband how refreshing it is, to welcome more… friendly people than the ones in the upper levels.”
“I don’t doubt it,” Saebom grits her teeth at the obvious eyes she’s making at her husband.
It’s understandable, then, how she tucks herself into Yihyun’s side, nudging his arm as to make room. Though he freezes at the gesture, it only lasts a second before he loops his arm around her shoulders and presses her closer. Very obviously, Saebom loosely grabs his left hand with her own, showing off their wedding rings.
Not the most subtle, but it does the trick.
“I’ll leave you to it,” Mi-yeon states, fidgeting with the strap of her bag. “I hope to see you around soon.”
Saebom watches her go, jaw almost dislodged with how hard she’s clenching it at the attitude. It’s not so much jealousy than anger at the sheer nerve of this woman.
“Can you believe that ?”
Saebom looks back up at Yihyun when he doesn’t answer, simply keeps staring at her. She nudges his side lightly, and only then does he snap out of it.
“What ?” He blurts out, shaking his head once.
“You are the most oblivious person I have ever met,” she sighs, though it’s a lie. “She was hitting on you.”
“But I told her I’m married.”
The words warm her chest, and Saebom presses her lips together to bite back a smile that would be inappropriate. Still, she indulges in tilting her head closer to him.
“Didn’t seem to bother her.”
“Well it bothers me,” he says simply, like this is the end of the matter.
Saebom hums.
“She’s clearly waiting next time to…”
“I wouldn’t do that,” he interrupts her sharply, scowling.
For some reason, it doesn’t make her as happy as she thought it would.
Sure, she’s glad she won’t be seen as a cheated wife, and he won’t be seen as an adultery, but…
But it means he won’t try anything while they’re married. It means she took that from him, among other things. The guilt is next, way too bitter for her taste.
Though she hates the idea, hates the way she has to keep both breathing and anger in check, Saebom forces the sentence to form and leave her mouth.
“Why not ?”
“Uh ?”
The confusion on Yihyun’s face would be enough to dissuade her any other time, but her emotions seem raw right now. The misplaced jealousy -though it feels anything but misplaced-, the frustration of things that won’t come to pass, the affection shrinking in her chest lest it makes her do things she should not.
“She’s cute, and clearly interested.”
It takes barely a moment for the understanding to dawn on him, and when it does, he looks way angrier than he has any reason to be.
“No,” Yihyun snaps.
“Why not ?” She repeats, though really it’s killing her.
“I’m not interested.”
“Oh, because she’s cute and funny ? I’m not going to be mad, if you…”
“I won’t.”
“But…”
“Just drop it, ok ?”
It’s the tightness to his voice that convinces her to abandon the topic, paired with how he unconsciously pulls her closer to his side. His fingers press hard into the skin of her arm, and it feels so natural she lets herself enjoy it for now. Just for now.
Maybe someday, he’ll take her up on the offer, meet the woman of his life and ask for a divorce.
The thought itself tears her heart out. Maybe someday, Yihyun will fall in love with someone else’s smile, someone else’s laugh, someone who will be able to comfort him and make him realize how special and utterly amazing he is. Maybe someday, she won’t be the one sharing his home.
Saebom buries herself deeper into his side, fingers tightening around his. The ring is cold and beautiful and means more to her than she realized before.
She’ll enjoy this while she can.
5.
It’s not that he is jealous, really. Yihyun is more… protective, than jealous. He knows it, Saebom knows it, everyone knows. It hasn’t stopped him from feeling jealous from time to time, though, when they weren’t together and she’d tell him about this or that guy, or they would be in a bar and he’d note the looks sent her way.
Anyway.
He thought that their relationship would mean no more jealousy, considering he is not inclined to it originally, and as long as they’re together, he trusts her without question. He understands the guys that try to hit on her, and is thrilled when she shows her ring to reject them, but he’s not jealous of those guys. Couldn’t be, really. Because he knows Saebom inside out, knows her drunk in the night and grumpy in the morning, soft in the sun and wanton in bed.
But.
Yoon Saebom has her own plans, to which he is rarely privy.
And she likes him possessive.
Now, Yihyun will do everything for her, but he does not like himself those times.
Which makes it funnier for her, he supposes, given the way she is meeting his eye above a stranger’s shoulder. Even from afar, he notices how her cheek twitches with an aborted smile. Probably due to his white knuckles around his beer bottle, or his death glare at the man she’s speaking with.
Maybe he has less control over himself than he thought; or maybe it’s just knowing her intentions that makes him feel so raw.
In any case, Yihyun leaves his beer and moves from the seat he was calmly occupying until Saebom decided to go get a soda and get accosted in between the bleachers. It’s clear that the guy isn’t a creep, or she would have sent him the hell away a while ago, so Yihyun isn’t rude at all when he reaches the talking duo.
Her eyes have gone obviously mischievous as she watches him approach, and so he doesn’t bother with subtlety either. He just wraps an arm around her neck loosely and picks the soda from her hands, taking a sip from the straw.
“Hi,” she greets him with a devious smile, uncaring for the man who looks very much taken aback.
“Hey. Sorry,” he addresses her recent acquaintance, “we actually have to go. Enjoy the game !”
He’s already losing the soda and urging her away as she happily waves goodbye with a cheerful “Bye !”.
Knowing every nook and corner of the stadium, Yihyun easily guides her through hallways towards the empty gear closet. They almost throw themselves in there with precipitation, and once the door is closed, Yihyun backs her against it, mouth already on hers.
Saebom gives a small moan, a louder one when he grips both her wrists in one hand and lifts them above her head. Yihyun loves the knowledge that she can easily slip out of his hold, or fight against it, but she trusts him -and enjoys this too much- to surrender control.
He supposes he is doing the same, in a different way.
“Did you have fun ?” He breathes against her lips, moving away when she jerks forward in the hope of another kiss.
She hums interrogatively, gaze nowhere near focused.
“Did you have fun ?” He repeats slowly, fingers pressing harder against her wrists. “Teasing me like that ?”
As she tilts her head, hair following the movement, the only sign of her taunting is her teeth worrying her bottom lip.
“Yeah.”
Yihyun presses his mouth on her cheek, on her neck. Saebom is always intoxicating to him, and he’d gladly take hours to discover every single part of her, but they’re in a rush now. And her clothes are in the way.
He leans back
“I’m going to let you go. And you’re gonna keep your hands to yourself.”
“You know I can’t do that,” she replies, smirk in her voice.
Yihyun doesn’t relent, leans back to face her provocative grin and heavy-lidded eyes.
“You’re going to do as I say,” he drawls slowly, meeting her gaze dead on even as he feels the shiver coursing through her and the way her fingers clench. “Or we’re going to leave the room immediately, and I’ll go watch the game.”
Her smile is still there, still a bit provocative, but it has taken on a wobbly edge he recognizes as the one she gets when she is melting under his authority. He honestly has no idea which attitude he prefers, but the more Saebom enjoys herself, the more he does, too.
Cautiously, he releases his hold on her wrists. Her arms stay up, parting a bit to make way for her top. Yihyun bites back his satisfaction, fingers slowly curling in the hem of her shirt. He lets his digits graze the skin there, feels her stomach clench at the teasing. She’s so reactive in those times, way more than when she is the one calling the shots. Shivers and goosebumps become normalcy as he slowly pulls her shirt up, watching her chest stutter with the uneven breath she takes in, and finally leaves her exposed. Yihyun takes his time to actually fold her top and place it on one of the shelf, ignoring in a very deliberate way her palpable impatience.
Her arms are still stretched upwards when he turns his attention back to her, her irises and pupils merging together in dark suns. His fingers find their place around her wrists again, a presence more than a real hold, but she gives into in anyway. Yihyun leans forward, pressing his lips against hers. He means to make it short and chaste, but the way she opens her mouth beneath this simple touch is intoxicating enough to make him give ground, kissing her like she wants him to.
Even their kisses are different when they get into this kind of mood, the one where she talks up a guy and he gets possessive and Saebom just turns to mellow at his mere voice or tone. The kisses are filthier in the inequality of it, how she clearly means to receive more than give, how she follows every shift and demand with her own tongue, lets him tilt her head and jaw with a small moan.
It’s harder to tear himself away this time, harder because he could kiss her for hours and never get tired of it, could kiss her until she got sick of it and decided to turn the tables and get the upper hand. Still, he does. He has his mind set on something, and he’ll be damned if after that act she put on he gets distracted.
“What do you want ?” He skims the words against her lips, forefinger feeling her pulse jump and kick off.
“For you to stop messing around,” she still replies pridefully.
His humming vibrates against her skin, and Yihyun takes the way she arches her back into him as a signal to lower his right hand. He traces down her naked arm to her collarbone, between her breasts even as she gives a breathless protest, and to her lower stomach. Without a word, he toys with the waistband of her jeans, her underwear’s lace as enticing as the way she shudders.
He truly wishes he could drag it out, but they don’t have all day to hide in this closet. So Yihyun slowly unbuttons her jeans, feels her arms jerk under his hold.
With a shush, he finally cups her, the material unsurprisingly damp beneath his digits. Saebom always gets like this, responsive and needy and God, he can’t resist anything she throws at him, can’t deny any of her demands, be it compliance or authority. As she starts shuddering under his ministrations, nails raking at the air to vainly find purchase, Yihyun presses their cheeks together, the shift to rapidity of her breathing hits his ear, and from so close he can notice all the noises that get stuck in her throat. He feels like breaking, feels like crumbling on his knees to beg for her not to go to other men ever again, not to make him lose his grip so easily.
“How the hell do you do this to me ?” He whispers in between her gasps, crooking his fingers in just the way that makes her knees buckle.
“Practice,” she replies.
It’s shaky and wavering, proof that she’s about to come undone.
The thought suddenly urges him to tear his hand away, choking her gasping protest with his mouth against hers, before he shamelessly drops to his knees, dragging her jeans down with him.
Her protests stop pretty quickly when he pushes her underwear to the side and gets his mouth on her. There’s no finesse to it, not like the times Yihyun will take half an hour just working her in their bed, until she can’t even handle biting her lip anymore and her entire body shakes and shakes, not like the times they spend an entire day just learning and enjoying being so close and so aware of each other’s needs and desires.
It’s rushed and heated and Saebom’s hands have long since dropped from the door, recognizing his kneeling as the surrender it is and choosing to bury in his hair instead, pulling at the strands in needy tugs that push him to slide his tongue deeper, and when his thumb presses right where it should, Saebom slaps her palm against her mouth.
It’s a few moments longer before the grasp in his hair hauls him up, and Yihyun has barely enough presence of thought to pull her jeans in the same movement in a false appearance of decency. Her face though, her face is anything but decent, swollen lips and red cheeks and wild eyes and wilder hair.
Her hands cup his face, digits pressing hard into his cheeks as she brings him to her lips again, and it’s a while before he understands what she’s chanting with breathlessness.
“I love you,” Yihyun finally hears when she tears away, attention now traveling to his chin, then his jaw, where she repeats the sentiment.
Her hair is thick between his fingers, and in the second it takes to decides if he wants to pull or push, Saebom has already made a mark on his neck, uncaring of his being on the verge of a very dangerous precipice.
“I love when you get jealous,” she says against his collarbone, shaking him to his core, “and I love what you do to me.”
She keeps whispering confessions he already knows in his skin, but Yihyun doesn’t stop her.