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The hot summer air baked their apartment,usually Seonghwa would keep hers open but due to privacy and her best friend being nosy and clingy she decided to shut it, leaving a very bored Wooyoung annoyed and sulky behind the door.
“Come on, noona, we’re gonna be late.” Wooyoung begged, voice laced with annoyance as she paced back and forth outside of Seonghwa’s bedroom ready for the day. Wooyoung was the complete opposite of her best friend.
Her body, full of piercings and tattoos, decorating her body beautifully with long red hair to match and decked out in black. While Seonghwa on the other hand, was more into pastels and brighter colours that enhanced her tanned skin. A few piercings on her ears but nothing more.
Since childhood, Wooyoung has been very creative in her appearance and her parents were supportive as well, buying her outfits and letting her use temporary dye to experiment different styles. And when she came out to them, they were nothing more than encouraging for her and comforted her when she cried because of her being different. Seonghwa’s parents on the other hand were different.
They didn’t exactly disown Seonghwa when she came out but there was a definite dismissal of her existence to them because of it. Not acknowledging her most of the time when they came back from work or getting into very heated arguments over—‘why she would want to be a girl anyway’—which led her to eventually moving out to California. Just as an escape from the guilt and shame that awaited for her life in Korea.
But Wooyoung was there, every time. She always was constantly understanding of her parents outdated ways of thinking, letting her stay over and cry into her arms because that was where she felt safe. Understood. Wooyoung’s parents also became a sort of replacement for her own, filling the void in her heart and she grew to love who she was. Wooyoung was the only one who could bring her out of that dark isolation.
So whenever Wooyoung was annoying to be around or stupidly impulsive, it was nothing to her. Seonghwa adored her in every little way.
“Dude! San is doing my tattoo this time,” Wooyoung moaned, banging her fist against the door. “Hurry up.”
It was secret to no one that Wooyoung had a big crush on San. She would turn into an absolute mess of giggles and doe eyes whenever they would walk past each other, Woo's scent would bloom into a soft cherry and she would get so floaty and start daydreaming as she would get tattooed again.
Okay, it was not unusual for Wooyoung to become a pool of herself whenever coming into contact with a beautiful woman— because who wouldn't— but it was so much different compared to her normal personality, sarcastic and composed.
“Can you wait a second? I'm literally putting on my shoes,” Seonghwa huffed, rolling her eyes at Wooyoung’s eager voice behind the door.
As soon as she opened the door, Wooyoung left no time for her to say much before grabbing her arm and dragging her out the door, quickly locking it behind them and rushing towards the stairs.
Seonghwa squealed at her persistence, trying to tug her wrist out of Wooyoung’s firm hold.
“Ouch, Youngie you’re hurting me,” she moaned, finally releasing herself out of her grip, “And slow down, you’re gonna hurt the both of us at this rate.”
“Ugh, you're no fun,” she murmured, rolling her eyes and slowing down her jittery steps. “She’s so pretty and she finally offered to do my tattoo this time,” she gestured wildly, flaring her arms to express her excitement and eyes glowing with fire.
“Okay first, you don’t even know her and second she won’t be tattooing you if you're in the hospital now will she?” she spoke, quivered with a lecturing brow.
Wooyoung paused for a few seconds to think and Seonghwa stepped closer, hands on her hips, exuding confidence like she was telling off her own child. Wooyoung beautiful, funny and smart as she is, she certainly had awful luck in picking girls.
"Again, you don't even know this girl, Youngie…” she softened, gazing worriedly at her friend who had quietened, “She may also be taken.”
“I know… but she’s so sweet Seonghwa,” Woo moped, turning away from Seonghwa's pitying eyes. “That’s what you said about the last girl you dated and we had to change tattoo shops because you couldn’t even stand looking at her after she cheated on you.”
Wooyoung, now looking defeated, slumped her shoulders turning back towards Seonghwa. Her eyes crinkled softly as she blinked away her tears.
“Oh now I’ve gone and done it.” Seonghwa thought to herself.
“Look, I’m sorry,” her voice in a low sorrowful murmur. She shuffled closer to Woo and hugged her from behind pulling her into a warm embrace. “I just want what’s best for you, you know that right?”
Wooyoung didn’t reply and just fell back deeper into Seonghwa. She eventually pulled away and headed towards the rest of the stairs, quietly, eyes dazed with sadness.
‘Fuck Seonghwa, now you’ve really gone and done it now.’
Seonghwa trailed behind her sulking friend out of the building. Seonghwa grabbed her wrist and tugged her closer, dragging her towards the open busy streets, towards the shop.
Wooyoung would usually be the one that would take charge and grab Seonghwa's arm and drag her around but now it was Seonghwa's turn being the confident one.
The two stood outside, waiting for one to head in first, but no one moved. Seonghwa turned to look at her Woo, face looking pale and her scent soured from the sweet cherry it had before.
“It's okay, you know she may not be taken after all, just come in,” Seonghwa soothed, rubbing her hands around the omegas shoulders, “Come.”
She laced Wooyoung’s cold hands between her warm ones and pulled her into the shop.
Upon entering, the whole shop was filled to the brim with customers and staff, tattoo guns buzzing throughout the shop and thriving conversations, bounced off the walls.
Luckily enough for Wooyoung, San was sitting at the front desk and her smile beamed as she noticed the two of them walk in.
“What can I do for you two beautiful ladies today?” her voice was silky and soft as she spoke.
“T-tattoo…” the younger omega whispered, Seonghwa could tell she was mesmerised by the sight before her but she’s never seen her friend stammer in the entire 10 years of knowing each other. It was ha
“She has a tattoo appointment today, with you actually.” Seonghwa chuckled, grabbing her Wooyoung’s shoulders and shoving her in front of San.
Seonghwa was definitely gonna hold this over her head for the rest of her life.
“Uh… yeah..” Woo eventually huffed, voice dry from unknown circumstances and Seonghwa left them to it, finding a seat with the other waiting customers and pulling out her phone.
Fortune sisters 🔮
Members: {Wooyoung, Seonghwa, Yeosang, Mingi}
hwa:
guys…
woo is melting in front of san
AGAIN
she’s never living that down i fear
mango:
loll lemme guess she was paralysed too and you
had to speak for her?
hwa:
YESS!!
mingi you should've seen her face
san was even giggling too
i’m still watching them rn and she’s completely
out of it
it’s like she’s floating around the girl
yeoyeo:
dang it i wish i could see that :/
wooyoo:
seonghwa…
i hate you…
hwa:
love you too bestie
xoxo
Seonghwa lifted her head and to her patience, Wooyoung was still getting tattooed. But the two of them were now deep in conversation, something that was hard to hear from where she was sitting, but entertaining to watch. They sat together laughing as though they had been friends for years sharing a common joke between each other.
Seonghwa sat back admiring them from afar. It was soft the way they giggled and poked at each other and deep down something tugged deep in Seonghwa's heart. Some would say jealousy, Seonghwa thought more like admiration and longing.
A little courage struck deep in Seonghwa's mind and she stood abruptly marching back to the front desk. Tattoos had never been a thought to ever cross her mind, she’d always admired how beautiful they were on Mingi and Wooyoung’s bodies, but never wondered what one would look on her, until now.
The lady sitting at the desk was decked from head to toe in black and piercings but her smile beamed brightly.
“Can I book an appointment for later this week?”
“Yeah sure!” she replied, voice sweet and comforting, as she fiddled with the appointment book.
“Just to let you know though, it won't be me or any staff here tattooing you, the owner will be instead because she’s the only one free in the evenings. Is that okay for you?”
“Yeah that’s fine.” Seonghwa
“Payments and communication will be sorted through her but just give me your email and phone number and she will get in touch.”
Nodding eagerly, Seonghwa gave her details and went back to sit in her seat.
Suddenly, the weight of what she just agreed too sank in her stomach. Her pain tolerance was in hell compared to Wooyoung’s and she was tempted to go back up and cancel it altogether, but refrained pulling out her switch to distract her.
A couple hours had passed and after several rounds of Mario Kart and tending to her animal crossing friends, she decided to order food for the two of them.
“Woo, you want food?” she offered, shaking the bag of food in her hand.
“Oh my gosh I’d thought you’d never ask.” Wooyoung rushed, her toothy smile beaming back. “Can we take a break?”
San nodded, sighing and stretching as Wooyoung manoeuvred around and reached for the bag.
They pulled two chairs near the station and sat down, diving straight into the food like dogs before San returned to finish her work.
The rest of the day flew by in a breeze. Wooyoung’s tattoo was finished. Wooyoung stood behind to talk to San again, eventually getting her number before the two ran home to rest.
“Don't think I didn't see you at the desk Seonghwa.” Wooyoung spoke, snapping Seonghwa out of the daze she was in as they walked to their apartment.
“I don't know what you're talking about Woo..” she muttered, picking up the pace. Seonghwa thought it was very subtle with her intentions at the desk but Wooyoung knew her much too well for her to hide it.
“Okay at least can I know what you’re getting tattooed?” Wooyoung deadpanned, stopping in the hallway.
“Bunnies..”
“Okay.. but why were you gonna hide that from your best friend?”
“I’m sorry..”
Wooyoung stared at her for a few seconds before a broad smile lightened across her face.
“The others are waiting inside and we should get back.”
-
“Woo? Seonghwa? Is that you?” Mingi questioned, hearing the door open.
As they stepped back into the apartment they shared with their other two friends, Seonghwa heard their hushed footsteps, scattered behind them before a warm body crashed into her.
“Hey Mingi,” She giggled, dropping the food on the kitchen island and pulling Mingi into a deep embrace. “How were classes today?”
“All good, just loads of assignments. The usual.” Mingi shrugged, pulling back.
Mingi, the youngest of the four, was in her last semester at Berkeley, just an hour away from where they lived, and Seonghwa was so proud of her. Outside of all the shit life threw at her she still had the motivation to complete school and she would do everything in herself to encourage her. All the late night and practice for exams would be worth it in the end.
A small hand tugged at her wrist and she turned to find Yeosang beaming behind her.
“Sangie!” She squealed, jumping into her arms and hugging her affectionately, “When did you guys get back?” Pulling back to hug Jongho, her now fiance and girlfriend of 4 years before that.
Yeosang is one of Seonghwa’s long term best friends. When She first came out, Yeosang came over to Wooyoung’s place to comfort her and lend a shoulder to cry on and ever since they had been inseparable. Yeosang works as a nurse at the local hospital where she found her now fiance and they are the cutest couple to ever exist.
They huddled into the living area and began to spill their life secrets. They bonded over takeout and stories of Yeosang and Jongho’s trip back to South Korea. And Seonghwa ended up curled up in the corner of the sofa, napping.
A quiet ping alerted Seonghwa and pulled her out of the nap she was taking.
VET
Dr. Song
Hey, Seonghwa I hate to bother you on your break right now but are you free?
I need you here right now.
Dr. Park
Yes I am free
What’s going on?
Dr. Song
There was an accident on the freeway just 10 miles from here
And we have 6 puppies in critical condition,
Four needing surgery and 2 needing intense care.
Dr. Park
Oh my goodness!!
I’m on my way.
“Guys there’s an emergency at the vet and I need to go in..” she mutters, leaving the group to grab her bag with spare scrubs, by her door and running out before the rest of the group can say anything.
Her friends were understanding of her unruly work schedule, so there were no arguments when she left them, just the text message of her friends wishing her good luck and love.
The drive over was about 10 minutes away from where she lived. Her mind raced with possibilities of how the puppies could look like but nothing mattered if she couldn’t do anything to stop them from hurting or dying.
As she pulled up to the building she quickly turned off the engine before rushing in, and heading to her locker to change and get the details from Dr Song.
She rushed through the halls and burst doors to the examination room where she found the small puppies bundled in various blankets. They were all bruised and broken, small in the cloth. Seonghwa’s heart tugged at the sight, she was quick with examining their wounds and giving the really broken ones x-rays to see if she needed to complete surgeries. Only two out of the four needed it, which was better than she had thought.
Time passed quickly as she fixed their fragile bones. Screwing metal and splints into the ones that needed extra support and rolling bandages over them when she was finished. She watched as the nurses strolled them out and she went back to change out of her surgery clothes.
Seonghwa found herself in the recovery room watching the small pups sleep peacefully. Her heart clenched knowing that these puppies were all alone. A loud whine from one of the cages broke Seonghwa out of her thoughts. She opened the cage to cradle the crying pup.
“Aw.. I’m sorry little one,” Seonghwa cried, kissing the top of its head and bringing it in close. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.”
Her heart tore at this sight. Tonight she wouldn’t go home but stay here to help these puppies.
Hongjoong sat in the back of her beaten up mustang, joint wedged between the tips of her teeth, rolling another for Yunho and San. The sun was setting and the car park they had decided to park was deserted so it was perfect for them to relax and burn some time.
Once Hongjoong was finished with Yunho’s, she tossed it to her before pulling out a lighter and setting the end of the joint alight, watching the flame engulf the end before taking a long drag, letting the smoke burn her throat and lungs before blowing it out into the open air.
She took another drag, taking it all into her lungs before blowing it out and coughing up a storm. The car erupted in laughter, Yunho and San laughing their heads off as they continued to watch their friend.
“You’re usually a pro at this Joong, what’s going on with you?” Yunho giggled, taking the joint out of her friend’s hand and handing her water.
“Yeah dude…” San mumbled, eyes examining the zoot in her hands before turning back to watch Hongjoong.
Hongjoong didn’t reply back, just taking another drag of the joint she had previously.
She wasn’t a lightweight but without fail, the first few drags of every joint she had made her cough hysterically making everyone laugh. The strain they were smoking wasn’t even strong, and Hongjoong mostly used it to have a little fun in her adult life and or relax after a very stressful week owning a tattoo shop, which eventually kicked in after the coughing died down.
“Fuck man. That never gets any easier,” Hongjoong choked out, still fighting against the burn in her throat with yet another drag. Her pinewood scent, blooming from the over exertion, filling the car with a warm comfortable scent.
“Well, maybe you should calm down, yea?” Yunho’s concerned voice grew firm as she took the joint from Hongjoong’s now trembling ones, replacing it with water yet again. “You look like a shivering Chihuahua, for fucks sake.”
San giggled at the comparison, turning back around to look at Hongjoong’s shaking form and red eyes.
Hongjoong’s been friends with San and Yunho for seven years. All alphas but never getting intimidated with each other as normal alphas would. San and Hongjoong were the troublemakers while Yunho was the mediator of the group keeping them from getting in trouble with the police or getting kicked out of school.
Hongjoong was very impulsive even as a college student, the first to get multiple tattoos and piercings while her friends were not as enthusiastic about them. But s
It was fun knowing that they were both supportive in her opening a tattoo shop a couple of years after they had graduated and even wanting to be co-owners with her too.
“Look, this week has been crazy, okay?” she sighed, relaxing back into the seat and closing her eyes letting the sun warm her skin.
“Alright, whatever you say.” San chuckled, putting the car into ignition, “Lets get you some food, ‘kay?”
The door to the tattoo shop chimed as she walked in. It was late in the day , so most of the customers that were there in the morning had left Hongjoong and sat by the front desk and a few of the staff sprawled across the shop, working on their clients.
Seonghwa took off her jacket and bag revealing her favourite pink bunny t-shirt and jeans hidden underneath. She definitely stood out in the room, her pink attire boldly illuminating in the dark shop. She waited by the front desk, her heart pounded loudly against her ribs, anxious Hongjoong finally looked up from her sketchbook she was frantically scribbling on, clearing her throat. She stilled, eyes catching onto the slim, tall figure in front of her, shifting and smiling softly.
“It’s Seonghwa,” she announced, voice shaking suddenly, “Y-you know Wooyoung’s friend?” she continued, stammering against her words as she felt the woman’s eyes piercing her own.
Hongjoong was watching her quietly, eyes traced from head to toe before finally tearing her attention away and looking towards the appointment book.
And right on an empty page at the top there it stood, highlighted in red:
‘Park Seonghwa - 18:30, Bunny tattoos’
She looked up again, noticing the two bunnies on her pink sparkly tank top. Long, chrome hair flowing down her shoulders and soft, beady eyes peering back at her. Hongjoong grew unsteady. Her eyes held morality and virtue compared to her own ones, something that disrupted her thoughts entirely, making her stumble out of the chair she was previously seated in.
Seonghwa’s face grew pink from Hongjoong’s widened gaze, sheepishly fiddling with the straps of her bag.
“Could you fill out this form?” Hongjoong suddenly grabbed the form and handing it towards the omega. “You know, just basic procedure.”
Seonghwa nodded at her words, smiling awkwardly, visibly startled from her outburst but took the form and sat on the chairs behind her. When she was finally out of reach, Hongjoong finally released a shaky breath, rubbing her sweaty palms on her jeans and sitting back on the stool to fiddle with her sketchbook.
The shop grew quiet, only the buzzing of tattoo guns rang in the air and muted speech dancing around the shop as people walked by. Hongjoong tried to focus on her sketches, but was distracted by the soft tapping of feet and the powdery scent that wafted after it.
Those big, bright eyes staring back. So full of life and hardly tainted with hardships. Just happiness.
Once she had finished, Seonghwa rose from the seat, walking back to the desk to find Hongjoong sketching again.
“Watch ya sketching?” Seonghwa sung leaning into the book, startling Hongjoong and she jumped, snapping her sketchbook closed when she realised how close Seonghwa was. Her soft powdery scent grew stronger as Hongjoong stuttered, giggling at her loss of composure, and Hongjoong coughed back embarrassment.
“Are you done with that?” Hongjoong replied and with a nod, Seonghwa handed the signed form over. Hongjoong looked over the sheet and saw small little stars and hearts scribbled along the blank border.
“Okay, now that’s all signed, let’s get started.” she breathed out, quickly glancing back up at Seonghwa before taking her to the empty tattoo stations.
Seonghwa absentmindedly nodded again, scattering behind Hongjoong who was steadily ahead.
The room was warm so she didn’t need to clutch herself and yet as a reflex she did so as a reflex. Only her friends and family had seen her so vulnerable. Not that she was scared of Hongjoong but more so she didn’t want to come to terms with her actions at the moment.
Choosing this tattoo was a risky move for Seonghwa. She'd never been one to take risks such as picking up smoking or drinking but letting a random, but gorgeous woman tattoo her body was testing her limits.
Hongjoong laid the stencil against her hipbone before retreating to let Seonghwa look in the mirror.
”Is that position good?”
Seonghwa was too caught up with Hongjoong’s firm grip along her waist that she almost jumped when Hongjoong spoke again.
“Erm, yeah it’s perfect.” Seonghwa was quick to answer, her voice croaking as she snapped out her daydream.
The air was pretty tense, not even a knife could cut through it. Seonghwa wasn’t sure why she was so nervous about this when she would perform life altering surgeries to animals almost every day, but needles terrified her, a lot.
Hongjoong stared at Seonghwa attentively, as she set up her work station. Almost knocking over the bottle of ink on the dolly tray because she was too distracted by Seonghwa’s waist. She pictured how much time she would have before becoming a complete simp for her—not to anyone’s surprise— it didn’t take long.
”Fuck… you’re so pretty..” Hongjoong mumbled under her breath.
“What was that?”
“Nothing!” she whipped.
”Just get comfortable on the table for me,” Hongjoong ordered, but her voice had no authority in it.
She watched as Seonghwa wriggled on the bench, lying back and pulling her switch out of her handbag.
”This will only feel like a pinch, but if it hurts just tap my shoulder. We can take a break.”
Seonghwa nodded before turning back to her game console. But it didn’t go unnoticed by the tattooed woman below her, the faint airbrush of pink along her cheeks.
Finally finished with the piece, Seonghwa’s skin stung from the persistent attack on her skin leaving the surface red and splotchy.
“Gosh this stings so bad..” Seonghwa whined, twisting her body around to look at the design that formed along her hip in the mirror.
“Well I can put some cooling cream on it, if it stings really bad?” She offered, pulling her gloves off and dumping them in the bin next to her and slotting another fresh pair on. “Come here.”
Hongjoong sat in the rolling stool, waiting as the omega came to stand before her.
The cold gloves fell snug against her warm skin. She tried to keep her head up to hide her blushing cheeks but the cold cream Hongjoong began rubbing into her flesh made her wince and snap her head down.
Hongjoong snickered, finishing up the fresh wound and wrapping it up. Hongjoong stood from her seat, hands still snug at Seonghwa’s waist.
“Hey…” she muttered, closer than before.
“Hey..” Seonghwa squeaked, her face flush with embarrassment.
A soft whimper escaped Seonghwa as Hongjoong leaned in close. The shop, now completely empty, made Seonghwa more anxious than ever. The dim lighting made her senses heightened and the warm pinewood Hongjoong bloomed filled her nose, making her brain all fuzzy.
Seonghwa’s heart pounded loudly against her ribs, and she prayed to whatever entity above that Hongjoong couldn’t hear it. Her body moved involuntarily, stepping back until a solid surface hit against her back. Hongjoong’s hand snaked up to Seonghwa's cheek and she rubbed slow deliberate circles along the skin causing seonghwa to whine and lean deeper into her warm hand. Once Hongjoong got the small confirmation, she leaned in and sealed their lips together. It started off slow, Hongjoong taking control of it, cupping Seonghwa’s face, pulling them together and sucking her face.
“Hmm.. that feels good..” Pleasure built in the pit of her stomach, replacing the anxiety that was there before. The ends of Seonghwa’s top were hiked up and Hongjoong found the opportunity to let her hands roam around Seonghwa’s waist, warm hands massaging her small shape before pulling her tall, slender frame into her shorter one.
The pain from the fresh tattoo was still imminent but the comfort of Hongjoong’s hands pressing into it and her soft lips flushed against her own, made Seonghwa feel all fuzzy and floaty inside. Maybe Wooyoung was right. She sure was addicted to this feeling. Masochistic? No. Not yet, but the pleasure was electric in the moment and she shivered under Hongjoong’s wandering hands.
Hongjoong felt like she was in the presence of an angel. Everything about Seonghwa was enthralling, pulling her deeper into a mess she knew she didn’t want to get out of. Her soft silver hair plaited back and her short tank that revealed her soft tanned skin made Hongjoong crazy. Maybe it was the high she was still coming out of but those eyes made all of it worth it.
Seonghwa was out of her mind in pain and pleasure. Her neatly combed hair, now dishevelled and stuck to her skin from all the sweat. She looked down at the ink filled woman, who was looking up at her, eyes full of need and want, gripping at her waist desperately in case Seonghwa was about to slip from her fingers.
The kiss was now hot and messy, saliva began dripping from their connected lips and Hongjoong found the chance to stick her tongue out, swirling it around Seonghwa’s own one, making Seonghwa moan into her mouth.
Seonghwa ’s body was inordinately warm. Her skin was damp, sweat layered on thick and the thin soft layers of her tank clung to her in ways that made her delirious. Her scent had piqued, releasing a sweet powder and strawberry aroma around the both of them.
Hongjoong. Seonghwa thought nothing of her feelings in the beginning, too eager to get herself tatted; she didn’t even realise her heart was growing wild. Her pupils were now blown wide and her body grew hot under Hongjoong’s touch. Her whines became needier and animalistic.
Hongjoong could smell Seonghwa’s arousal and her strong woody scent battled against Seonghwa ’s own one, leaving them both out of touch with reality but conscious of each other.
“Wait.. Seonghwa you’re..” she stuttered, pulling back slightly to look into her blown out pupils. “You’re in heat?!”
Her heat came out of the blue, and she was completely embarrassed, grabbing her bag and rushing out of the tattoo shop, back to the apartment. It wasn’t a long distance but the building pressure between her legs, pounding headache and scent began to make her dizzy and fall slightly. Luckily, Hongjoong was hot behind her trail, frantic but not wanting the omega to be taken advantage of by a creep or passing out in the street, flung one of Seonghwa’s arms behind her head, lifting and carrying her the rest of the way. Seonghwa wasn’t too far gone at this point.
Seonghwa could still lead the way even with her out of breath and profusely sweating, the two eventually stopped in front of a bright blue building.
“1024..” she whispered, clutching her arm for assistance, “That’s the number of the door to my place.”
They walked into the building into the open lobby, passing the stairs and heading to the elevator. Hongjoong’s hand was now around her waist pulling her close in order for her to stand up and walk in the small box.
The next five minutes were hell for Seonghwa,trying to adjust herself under Hongjoong’s stronger hold. Everything was hot. Her face was dripping in sweat, She was flushed pink, silver strands stuck to her neck and forehead. It was all too much. Hongjoong was desperately trying to not kiss her again as much as she would enjoy that she knew Seonghwa wasn’t in the right mindset for that, also she just met the girl and Hongjoong wasn’t one to take advantage of situations like this.
The elevator stopped at the 10th floor, opening into a wide hallway with never ending doors. Creams, whites and gold decorated the walls eloquently. It was the same frequent patterns as Seonghwa clung to her shirt.
“1021… 1022.. 1023..” Hongjoong whispered, “Ah ha! 1024”
Hongjoong knocked relentlessly against the pristine door frame. She was met with a tall blonde woman. She looked about the same height as Yunho.
“Hey, your friend here is in heat,” she rushed, slowly pushing Seonghwa into the startled taller frame.
“Seonghwa.. I got you.” Mingi soothed taking her friend’s shaky body into her own, before facing Hongjoong again, “Uh thanks, I’ll let Seonghwa know you helped her.” Was all she said before closing the door.
Hongjoong stood paralysed at the door. Her chest heaving with desperation, mind battling with the thought of Seonghwa helpless behind the door, and unbeknownst to her, dealing with her heat on her own. But she walked away. Heading back down to the elevator. As the dime of the elevator rang she stepped inside punching the ground floor. A small redheaded figure stood in the distance, fiery eyes boring into her own, before the doors closed.
Seonghwa struggled a bit on the bed before she finally found a way through the battle of sweat and cotton and nudged off her clothes before throwing them to the side, lying naked and sweaty on her sheets. There she laid, tired, in pain and horny beyond life itself. Seonghwa started presenting when she was 12 and dealing with all that comes with it since. Her heats were often uncomfortable but not as bad as today. Her body was overheating and she was needy, hands roaming all over her chest to ease the soreness and massaged the soft skin moaning as her ministrations eased the aching sensation between them.
Her clit was throbbing and painfully hard. When the pain eased in her chest, she moved down to her clit, rubbing against the hard bud, rubbing fast circles. It was helping, her back arched off the mattress, crooning as her arousal was met with pleasure. Her pace was untimely, quick then slow movements, every rut against her fingers left her a moaning mess. She would normally be embarrassed from her moans but the pounding in her head and throb between her legs, made the world outside insignificant.
Tension built slowly in her core and she could feel herself releasing. Her hips began to writhe, bucking back and forth before she came, an electricity shock shot through her body and she screamed out in pleasure. She came all over her fingers, clear liquid drenching her digits, chest surging in her ribcage, and whimpering from overstimulation. She twitched as she came down, body temperature cooling as she fell back into the sheets.
It wasn’t long before another wave of her heat would come so she decided to take the water and paracetamol Wooyoung left on her bedside table, and fell asleep. It wasn’t too much of a mess but a load of laundry needed to be done. She would take care of it after her heat had passed. BY the will of God herself, Wooyoung managed to text her work saying that Seonghwa would be unavailable for the rest of the week. So she didn’t have to worry about anything but herself.
She fell against the bed again, sleep hitting her hard and she was knocked out for the rest of the night.
It was a couple hours later that Seonghwa woke up again. The persistent need between her legs and slick woke her up. She crawled to the box of toys in her closet and picked up a silicone toy and propped it down to the floor, securing it. She teased the tip by rubbing it back and forth between her clit and entrance before slipping it in without reservation and began bouncing on it, bottoming out, utterly lost in euphoria. Her slick was enough to let the toy slip in and out of her effortlessly and the friction it gave was good. But it wasn’t enough.
“Hongjoong…” she pleaded, her body temperature was rising but the floor was cold enough to relieve some of it, so she crouched down onto all fours, face hitting the coldness first before her breast ms followed after, and she sighed. Her body was now automatically bouncing up and down on the toy, trying to alleviate her arousal but with no use. “Hongjoong!” she screamed, body filled with hunger and desperation for her. Someone who wasn’t even here and yet her body ached endlessly for that possibility.
Her cries tore through the room and she didn’t care for her poor roommates—who she would apologise to insistently. Seonghwa just wanted to be touched. To get fuck her out of her mind. Her filthy thoughts flooded her moral, and she fucked against the girth with precision, hitting that sweet spot, igniting a harsh glow in her core.
“Fuck!” A loud moan tore out of her throat. Liquid flooded the floor as she squirted and the toy out of her popped out of her cunt leaving her whole gaping, clenching around nothing.
Seonghwa gasped, letting the liquid flow out of her cunt and letting the rest trickle out before collapsing on the floor, shaking. She felt her racing heart slow as she closed her eyes, the beats grew hard before steadying and calming down. She stood upon her wobbly legs, inching towards the bed and wrapping herself into the cold sheets falling asleep.
She crept in and out of sleep for the next 3 days. In and out of consciousness, back and forth between masturbation and sleeping until her heat finally came to pass.
On the last day, Seonghwa was more present, waking up to the warm California air. She got up and looked around the room, to the mess and the smell of her bodily fluids clinging to every fabric in the room. She got up to shower and wash off the days of her heat on her body. She changed into comfortable sweats and a tank before hitting the rest of her room.
Cleaning her toys, and putting them away, stripping her bed to replace the sheets, to go and do a load of laundry. By the time she was finished, it was noon and she went to the kitchen to finally get some food into her system.
“Oh hey Mingi, Wooyoung,” she greeted her friends, passing them to the fridge. “I couldn’t thank you guys enough for bringing me up to the apartment.”
“What are you talking about noona?” Wooyoung questioned, furrowing her brows, “We didn’t bring you here.”
Seonghwa took a fat pause, turning slowly, she almost dropped the almond milk she had in her hands.
“I thought… Oh. My. God!” she panicked, rushing to the hallway mirror and turning to the side. “Oh My God!?”
“Okay, now that you’re feeling like yourself again, we have to talk.”