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I Want You, Too

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Warning:

Light (or not so light) sexual scenes

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She was pushed against the wall, the familiar feeling of the way the familiar wooden surface hits her back engulfing her senses entirely.

Chaeyoung's apartment is a mess, like it always is. Empty ice cream tubs scattered on the center table, pillows and blankets on the floor by the couch. The lamp is on, but there's no light coming from the broken lightbulb, anymore. Books are off the shelf, dispersed at random places.

And the smell— of spring and citrus and freshly picked roses.

It's been six months.

Chaeyoung's apartment, it used to be only a place where they spend the night together, a room. It's distant, and cold, and guarded, until one day it's not.

And then it's friendly, and warm, and cozy, and emotional.

Jisoo wasn't here when it turned tragic one day, (or maybe she's just 6 months too late,) but now she is. She's back, and she's home.

With Chaeyoung.

Without breaking the kiss, Jisoo lets her fingers soothe Chaeyoung's blonde locks, gripping firmly for a second and emitting a moan from the latter, before spinning around and switching their positions.

She didn't mean to push Chaeyoung harshly against the surface, but the action effectively earned a pained groan from the younger girl, as her hands travelled up Jisoo's chest, crisp, white shirt crippling under her fingers. She gripped the fabric tightly when she felt Jisoo's hands drop under her thighs, kisses lowering to her neck as the brunette lifted her up and pressed her even further against the wall.

"Chu," There were tears in Chaeyoung's eyes when she called out, the name lingering at the tip of her tongue as they slowly crept into the brunette's ears, "I miss you..."

She says what she intends to say before words vanished into deep, uncontrollable sobs. She didn't know what better to do than to tug on Jisoo's milk chocolate locks when the latter sucked hard on her skin, bruising her collarbone. Chaeyoung cried, louder this time, the sensation piercing on both her skin and her heart striking her like lightning, and she was dazed.

"Baby," Chaeyoung's muffled cries echoed four tall corners of the messy room as she felt Jisoo's strength carry her towards the bed. The matress hit her back, bouncing lightly, and then there's a cold emptiness on top of her when Jisoo used up the seconds to take her top off. Chaeyoung did the same, discarding her clothes on the tiled bedroom floor before pulling the brunette back down to press their lips together once more, because hers were quickly turning frozen, and Jisoo's were soft and warm.

It was there again; the familiarity of legs wrapped around waists, fronts flushed together, getting rid of all possible distances in between. It's been so long since Chaeyoung last tasted Jisoo's lips, and she feels like her heart was to combust inside her chest.

Because 6 long months, and they still taste the same.

6 long months, and she still couldn't get enough of it.

She gasps when she feels Jisoo's hand spreading her legs wide, pressing her thigh down against her soaking core, making Chaeyoung see stars. She moves her hips, up and down, desperate for friction, for more feeling, because Jisoo's lips never left hers for once yet it still seems like it's not enough.

More. Chaeyoung wants more. She wants more than just skin meeting skin and the electricity spreading through her senses. She wants more than just lips and hands roaming freely on her body, marking their territory.

Chaeyoung wants more, as she presses harder against Jisoo's thigh in between her legs; she wants more, as she guides Jisoo's fingers down, herself; she wants more as she placed them right where she needs them to be;

She wants more, and she wants Jisoo entirely.

"Please," Chaeyoung cries, softly this time, voice barely audible as tears endlessly ran down her cheeks, "I want you. I want you, too, Jisoo. I— I'll figure it out with you. This, all of this, you and me. I want you, too."

Jisoo responded only with a thrust, and then another, adding a finger after each whenever Chaeyoung's cries sounded more like begs and pleas. She listened to everything the blonde has to say; listened as she sucked on either her exposed breasts; listened as Chaeyoung's screams engulfed the silence of their expanse.

Chaeyoung is close, and Jisoo loves the sound of denied orgasms like music to her ears. She was rather quick to pull out at once, and Chaeyoung sobs helplessly at the sting.

Jisoo slowly trailed her kisses down the blonde's neck, from her shoulders further to her bare chest and smooth stomach. Jisoo kissed every inch of her, leaving faint marks every now and then, and she listened, because Chaeyoung didn't stop talking. She listened to her cries as her fingers dug into Jisoo's brown locks, the way her voice broke when she felt Jisoo's breath finally hitting the aching spot in between her legs.

"I'm in love with you, Jisoo. I-I love you, too," It was barely a sentence, but a sob, a gasp that's trapped in a poor excuse of a whisper; a choke, as tears continued to stream endlessly down her face, "My love... Please— please, don't leave me again."

Chaeyoung barely remembers when she threw her head back, hitting her bed frame hard with a thud. She barely remembers the way her eyes rolled at the back of her head, and the things she saw when Jisoo's mouth made contact with her dripping core. She barely remembers the warmth of Jisoo's tongue taking her higher and higher into the stars, igniting little fires inside her stomach and just everywhere.

And the places Jisoo took her, and the words that continued to escape her battered lips,

Chaeyoung barely remembers, but she was certain that for every word that came out of her mouth,

There was no response from the brunette.

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Home is warmth.

At least, that's how Jisoo knows it is.

Or what she simply thought of when she woke up in the middle of the night, tangled in arms and a warm embrace. Chaeyoung was holding her tightly, face buried deep against her neck. Her arms were almost locked firmly around Jisoo's frame, almost terrified, seemingly, of the consequences when she happens to let go even just a little bit.

But suddenly, it's cold, and Jisoo felt shivers run so painfully slowly down her spine. Words echoed against her ears

I'm in love with you, Jisoo.

My love... please, don't leave me again.

I'll figure it out with you. This, all of this, you and me.

I want you, too.

The phrases hardly said, but croaked out in pained sobs; muffled in gasps, drowned in emotions.

There's no air circulating in Jisoo's lungs, anymore, as she felt the way Chaeyoung stirred in her sleep, arms tightening around the brunette's waist even more, face burying deeper, it suffocated her.

"You're awake," It's like she heard the uneven count of Jisoo's heartbeat inside her chest. "Get some sleep."

Jisoo didn't respond. Instead, she slowly removed Chaeyoung's arms around her frame. At first, Chaeyoung refused, but exhaustion overtook her protests, eventually, and she gives in.

When Jisoo got up, she immediately got dressed, swallowing hard as she blinked her tears away.

A mistake. This is what it is.

She shouldn't have, because this is Chaeyoung. No— this is Rosie. And she gave in and let her win in this game once again.

This is Rosie, and Jisoo doesn't want her.

Rosie ruined her.

Rosie is a coward.

She wouldn't want to be with Rosie.

This is a mistake.

"Chu..."

It was sleep that was talking more than Chaeyoung, herself, and Jisoo turned her head to glance at her when her name escaped her slightly parted lips. She is sleeping, but almost as if she isn't.

She is Rosie, but almost as if she's Chaeyoung.

Jisoo's heart was heavy inside her throbbing chest, the lump growing inside her throat almost impossible to get rid of.

I'm sorry; Jisoo reached over to brush the hair off of Chaeyoung's face.

We shouldn't; She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on her forehead.

Standing up, she started walking towards the door, but stopping just next to a flower vase on top of Chaeyoung's bedside, filled with roses.

"Jisoo," And then, there's her voice once again, for the thrid time around, whispering, begging, "Please, stay."

She swallowed the lump in her throat, blinking her tears away when she forced herself to look back towards Chaeyoung's spot on the bed. She's alseep, maybe half-awake, but she's spent and Jisoo doesn't think she'll have the energy to do something else besides pleading.

And so she knelt down on the floor, next to Chaeyoung on the bed, a stem of red rose resting in between her fingers which she eventually placed down next to the sleeping blonde.

I love you, too;

Jisoo pressed a kiss against Chaeyoung's lips, one more time, before disappearing through the door again without ever looking back.

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She didn't stop knocking against the wooden surface of Nayeon's penthouse until the latter answers the door for her.

Nayeon was shocked, seeing Jisoo outside, leaning against the door frame, soaked wet from the heavy rain and running short of breath. "Jisoo!" She hissed, wide-eyed and mouth agaped as she attempted to pull the brunette inside hurriedly, "What the hell happened to you—"

But she wasn't able to finish, no. Because Jisoo pushed her back inside, the same way she pushed Chaeyoung back at the restaurant washroom earlier that evening, and then shut the door behind her carelessly.

Nayeon opened her mouth to exclaim, once again, in shock, but everything was coming down at her at once, direct and fast, and she didn't even realize when Jisoo pressed her lips against hers, firm, hard, and the tears that started to pour from her eyes immediately stained both of their cheeks.

When she pulled away, gasping for air, Nayeon feels her throat going dry. "Chu," she mumbles, breathless.

Her voice were a mix of overwhelming emotions. Mostly surprised, mostly confused,

But most especially concerned when Jisoo suddenly got down on one knee, both shaky hands wrapped tightly around Nayeon's freezing ones, and smiling, even though tears were still running down her cheeks when she mumbled out, almost in a desperate plea,

"Marry me."

Nayeon felt her heart sink abruptly to her stomach, but in a short span of seconds, she understood.

And she said yes.

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Writer's Note:

Surprise!

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