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first hosted here. reposted with some edits

>> probably a T rating for mentions of sex but actually this is a situational comedy written at 2 A.M. also yvesoul

Jiwoo knows the face of her ex anywhere.

“Someone you know?” The woman flirting with her at the bar counter—Jiwoo already forgot the name, was it Soo-something or —places a hand on her forearm, sliding it down to her mojito glass. “She's quite the looker.”

“She's just pretty,” Jiwoo says with more force than intended. She tugs her hand away to tip the drink down her gullet, then slams the glass in front of the bartender. “Have anything stronger?”

Because if her ex Jeon Heejin is at the gay bar for a good time tonight, Jiwoo's going to need to be piss-drunk to enjoy it.

The bartender, Jinsoul by the name tag, nods before pulling the tequila bottle off the shelf. In a moment she's serving Jiwoo three shots and a dish of salt and lemon. A little too much if Jiwoo wasn't planning to black out in the next fifteen minutes, but she downs them one after the other because Heejin is here in a little black dress and sexy stiletto heels and Jiwoo can feel her presence from the across the bar.

The bartender gives her a pensive look. “The lady here bothering you?”

“I heard that,” says the woman beside her.

The tequila is going straight to Jiwoo's brain. “Sorry,” she manages to say because she doesn't want to be a total asshole, “just a rough night.” But her vision is blurring already, the pleasant buzz turning unpleasant in her stomach. Her Heejin sensors, though dulled, are tingling when Jiwoo thinks she catches a waft of her ex's perfume.

“Another, please,” Jiwoo says while pointing to a shot glass.

The bartender pours into all three while talking to the woman. “You really should stop hitting on the people at the bar counter—”

“Who are you to tell me how to get laid—”

“Hey, what's a girl like you doing alone tonight?”

Jiwoo blinks. She's sure she's hallucinating but Heejin is here, in front of her, leaning on the bar counter. She's sure she's hallucinating the way Heejin is tossing her hair over her shoulder, hallucinating when the familiar designer perfume assaults her sense of smell.

“The name's Heejin,” Heejin says as if she hasn't already gotten frisky and shit with Jiwoo in the two months they dated, “what's yours?”

“Sooyoung,” says the woman who Jiwoo is sure was flirting with her five minutes ago. Maybe Jiwoo hears a groan from the bartender. “Heejin. Pretty name for a pretty lady.”

“Gotcha,” says Heejin, before placing a hand on Jiwoo's. “Looking for some company tonight?”

Jiwoo now feels like being an asshole tonight. “I already have,” she says, thumb pointing back at the stranger beside her, “this girl Soo—something over here—”

The bartender chimes in. “She's joking, she just downed three shots—”

“And if I don't mind?” cuts Soo-something.

“Fuck, Sooyoung, can't you raise your standards? She's piss-drunk and a mess—”

“She's not a mess,” interrupts Heejin, steel in her voice. “She's really pretty—”

“So am I—”

“Fuck!” The bartender reaches over the bar counter, cupping Sooyoung's face in both hands before smashing their lips together. It kind of looks like a mess, Jiwoo's too drunk to comprehend it. But it's making her nauseous, or maybe that's the alcohol rising up her gullet.

“Uh.” Heejin is twiddling her thumbs. “So, no company tonight?”

“I want to go home,” Jiwoo tells her ex right before she vomits.

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written without adjectives as much as possible. some may still escape even after this revision (and some are dialogue which never counts for rules) prompt: winter afternoon

>> Sooyoung feels the weight of the past night as she stirs awake. Noon, she guesses, from the way the rays of sun filter through the closed curtains. Noon or an hour past it.

It's the holidays. The heaviness of her body lulls her to sleep.

“Hey,” says Jinsol, half-asleep beside her. The bed shifts as she stretches her arms towards the headboard, the lines of her body a sight. “Hey,” she repeats, turning to her, “want to visit the plaza bazaar?”

Sooyoung's hand finds Jinsol's waist, resting. “One minute.”

//

One minute becomes thirty, becomes Jinsol wrapping her arms around Sooyoung's shoulders and keeping her there.

They do get up, building brunch together before heading to the town plaza for a bazaar at the height of the winter season.

Winter. Sooyoung reminds Jinsol to bring a scarf and receives a kiss on the cheek in return.

//

At three in the afternoon the bazaar has emptied of its first batch of visitors. Booths and stalls and passers-by crawl along streets and alleyways, converging at the town plaza.

“It's that time of the year,” says Jinsol, in her hand Sooyoung's. “The time when my breath fogs up like clouds.”

Sooyoung watches. The puffs of Jinsol's breath dance around her lips, blending with the snow. Time they can spend together is hard to come by.

Jinsol tugs on her hand. “Want to head to the food stall—”

“Yes.” The speed of Sooyoung's response earns her a laugh.

//

There is a budget for purchases that fly out the window. Sooyoung's tote bag fills by the half hour, the signal to cull.

“Can we get the chocolate mushrooms this time?” Jinsol asks, peering into the bag.

Sooyoung's nose scrunches. “They cost half the budget—”

“I've wanted them since last year—”

“You don't even like mushrooms—”

They're stopped by the sound of music. A radio, playing a carol with bells and voices.

Jinsol's head is turned towards the sound. Sooyoung pushes the chocolate mushrooms into the bottom of the bag.

//

On the road home they pass by a fire pit. Sooyoung's steps slow as they near it, her empty hand tugging on Jinsol's.

“We can stay for a bit,” she replies.

They approach the fire pit, its light and its warmth. Sooyoung's bag of bazaar goods press to her shin: Ham, cheeses, and wine from countries out of reach. Chocolate mushrooms. They'll have some for dinner and dessert.

“Isn't it nice,” asks Jinsol, “to spend the holidays like this? Taking our time like this?”

Sooyoung nods, pressing herself to Jinsol. “Nice and slow.” Light and warmth.

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first hosted here. reposted with some edits

>> It's late at night, two hours into the five-hour ride from Busan back to the dorms. Most of their passengers are asleep; Sooyoung is driving, and Jinsol is in the passenger seat playing her late night drive playlist on the rental van's BT stereo.

Sooyoung has only started driving—really driving, not those random drills at driving school—for the better of two months. It's a function of their unpredictable schedule and Sooyoung's general aversion to taking risks, but with budget cuts and Chaewon's silent insistence, Sooyoung found herself finally taking the plunge.

That doesn't stop her from freaking out when she almost cuts too close to the car in front of them. She curses as she steps on the break. Jinsol is used to it already.

Red light. Sooyoung takes a breather.

“Still good?” Jinsol asks.” We can stop for a gas break—”

“We're stopping nearer the city.”

“Well. How about hot chocolate? You can take a left here—”

“Can it wait?” Sooyoung grits her teeth. Green light. She puts her foot on the gas, careful not to rear-end the car in front of her.

“It can.” Jinsol shrugs in Sooyoung's periphery. “How about a drive-through coffee? Hundred meters. Plenty of time to think.”

Sooyoung considers. “Just drive-through?”

“It should have a parking lot.” She can hear the grin in Jinsol's voice. “And, well, we're twenty minutes ahead of schedule. I bet Haseul's limo is still far behind.”

“Sold. Tell me where.”

Jinsol guides Sooyoung to a coffee shop a little off the road.

A quick check of the rearview mirror shows Hyunjin fast asleep, with Hyeju dozing off on Chaewon's shoulder. Which is expected; the members with energy to burn went for Haseul's chauffeured limo and its built-in Karaoke machine.

So Sooyoung waits in the car as Jinsol grabs coffee for two. It doesn't take too long; Jinsol returns to the parking lot and takes the passenger seat, two cups in one hand as she closes the door with the other.

“How was the line?” asks Sooyoung.

“None, actually. Just took some time with the menu.” Jinsol hands her a cup. I got you a spiced choco latte.”

Sooyoung takes a sip. Just the right zing to wake her up. “Not bad.”

“After all that time I spent choosing the perfect one for you?” Jinsol scoffs. “Stingy.”

“Thanks, Sol.”

Jinsol grins to herself. “You look like you needed it, you nervous wreck.”

In the guise of sipping coffee Sooyoung lets her sight linger as Jinsol sips from her own cup.

Them, alone like this—something feels different after that night at the beach. With Sooyoung inebriated and sitting closer than she usually would, and Jinsol draping her prized blanket over Sooyoung's shoulders. Jinsol giggling in her ear and Sooyoung liking the closeness.

Before sleeping that night Jinsol kissed her cheek. Sooyoung wanted more.

After that was one last day at the beach with neither of them bringing up what happened.

“You want some?” Jinsol is looking at her, cup held out in offering. There's some of it haphazardly on her lips. “It's good.”

Sooyoung finds herself wiping it, thumb lingering on the corner of Jinsol's mouth before she pulls her hand away.

Jinsol's eyes are wide. “What?”

Sooyoung takes a long sip of coffee. It stings.

Jinsol is staring at her, mouth agape.

“You like me, don't you?”

Sooyoung almost spits her coffee back into the cup.

“I think you do.” Jinsol's words speed up. “You wouldn't do that for any of the other members.”

Red light. “I totally would—”

“No you wouldn't.” Jinsol is smug. “And here I was thinking you wanted to forget what happened at the beach.”

Sooyoung blinks. “Huh?”

“I kissed your cheek. Because I like you.” Jinsol wiggles her eyebrows. “And you like me too.”

Sooyoung's thoughts are moving past the speed limit. “You meant that?”

“Of course I did. I thought you turned me down.” Jinsol still has coffee on her lips. “You owe me for that, by the way. Give me a kiss.”

“You are so weird.”

Jinsol closes her eyes. “I'm waiting.”

Green light. Sooyoung takes the risk before embarrassment can take over, and presses her lips to Jinsol's.

It tastes like vanilla. She pulls away. A quick check of the rearview mirror shows Hyunjin still fast asleep, with Hyeju and Chaewon's eyes wide open.

“Spiced chocolate.” Jinsol grins. “Not bad.”

Sooyoung feels like she just got rear-ended. “God—”

Jinsol kisses her again, with more. She pulls away with a smile that Sooyoung still feels on her lips. “I'll go get them coffee.”

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