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Seulgi G!P
At Chaehwa University, the cafeteria buzzed with the usual chatter of students on their lunch break. The clinking of trays and the hum of voices blended together, a steady background to Yoo Jaeyi, Choi Kyung, and Joo Yeri.
“Ugh, this food again, I'm gaining weight” Yeri muttered, stabbing at her plate lazily. She pushed the food around with her fork but made no real effort to eat. Jaeyi glanced at her, no emotion can be seen on her face, while Kyung just scoffed and took another spoonful without complaint.
“It’s not that bad,” Kyung said with a shrug. “Better than last week’s soup.”
Yeri rolled her eyes. “You’d eat anything if they put enough salt in it.”
The three fell into their usual rhythm of small bickering and quiet laughter, though Jaeyi, as always, listened more than she spoke. She sat with her hands wrapped around her water bottle, letting Yeri and Kyung fill the air.
When their trays were almost empty, Kyung leaned back in her chair. “Hey, guys,” she said casually, “I need to stop by the bookstore later. Want to come with me?”
Yeri immediately groaned. “No way. The last time I went with you, you spent an hour in the stationery aisle comparing notebooks. I am not wasting my afternoon like that again.”
Kyung only grinned at her, unfazed. Then her eyes flicked back to Jaeyi. “What about you?”
For a moment, Jaeyi didn’t answer. She looked at Yeri, who was already waving her off as if to say don’t drag me into this, then back at Kyung’s expectant gaze. Quietly, she nodded. “Okay. I’ll come.”
Yeri raised her brows. “Seriously? You’re going to suffer with her?”
“It’s fine,” Jaeyi said softly, gathering her things. She gave Kyung a small, almost shy smile. “I don’t mind.”
Kyung’s grin widened at that, a spark of satisfaction flickering in her eyes. “Great. Let’s go after this.”
Yeri slumped against her chair with a dramatic sigh. “Have fun, you two. I’ll save myself the torture.”
And with that, the decision was sealed. The trays were cleared, the cafeteria noise faded behind them, and Jaeyi found herself walking side by side with Kyung, their steps in sync as they headed toward the bookstore in front of the school.
The bookstore smelled faintly of ink and polished wood, the quiet air broken only by the soft shuffle of pages and the occasional chime of the door. Kyung had already wandered off to the stationery section, her arms filled with notebooks and pens she didn’t really need but insisted she would.
Jaeyi trailed behind at first, her gaze drifting over the tall shelves lined with fresh textbooks and paperbacks. She wasn’t searching for anything in particular, just passing time, her hands tucked into her pockets.
It was then that she noticed her.
A staff stood by the Science section, dusting the spines of thick volumes with a cloth in one hand, a book balanced loosely in the other. She would clean a row, then pause, slipping the cloth between her arm and side so she could flip through a few pages, eyes lighting up with quiet amusement at whatever she found.
There was nothing loud about her presence, no attempt to draw attention, no clumsy movements but Jaeyi found herself unable to look away. Something about the way she smiled faintly at the words, the way her fingers traced the edges of the pages as if they were something precious, rooted Jaeyi to the spot.
Her chest tightened in a way she couldn’t name.
She barely heard Kyung calling her from the other aisle, something about which pen set looked better. Jaeyi just nodded absently in response, eyes still fixed on the staff girl as though she might disappear if she blinked
From that day on, the bookstore became Yoo Jaeyi’s quiet retreat. Whenever her schedule left her with free time whether it was a short break between classes or the late afternoon lull before heading home, she found herself walking through the glass doors of the bookstore. She didn’t always buy something. Often, she would simply drift along the aisles, trailing her fingers over the spines, eyes flicking discreetly toward the same person: the staff girl with the calm smile who sometimes read while working.
One afternoon, she finally decided to break her pattern. Instead of wandering aimlessly, she chose a paperback novel from the display. Her steps slowed as she approached the counter, and her heart thudded when she realized she was lucky: the staff member she had been quietly watching was the one stationed there. Up close, Jaeyi could see the faint shine of her lip balm, the way her hair framed her face, the delicate neatness of her posture. And then she noticed the name tag resting neatly against her chest: “Seulgi.”
When it was her turn, Jaeyi placed the book on the counter but said nothing. She couldn’t stop her eyes from lingering on Seulgi’s face. Seulgi, busy scanning the barcode, looked up, catching Jaeyi’s stare. For a heartbeat, Jaeyi thought about looking away, pretending it hadn’t happened. But before she could, Seulgi’s lips curved into a soft smile.
“I’ve been seeing you around here a lot lately,” Seulgi said, her voice light and warm, as if she were merely making a casual observation.
Jaeyi’s throat tightened, but she forced herself to answer, her tone calm, almost casual. “I’m just… looking for something.”
Seulgi gave a small nod, her smile lingering, before handing over the receipt. Jaeyi accepted it with a quiet “thanks,” and left quickly, her pulse still racing.
The very next day, her feet carried her back to the store again. She told herself it was out of habit, that she just liked the quiet atmosphere but deep down, she knew it was because of Seulgi.
This time, as she wandered the shelves, she spotted Seulgi not behind the counter but crouched in the science section, organizing thick textbooks into neat rows. Jaeyi hesitated only for a moment before stepping closer, pretending to browse the shelf beside her.
“Those books look heavy,” Jaeyi remarked quietly.
Seulgi glanced up, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, smiling with the same ease as before. “They are. But I’ve gotten used to it. Comes with the job, I guess.”
The two exchanged a few more words, simple conversation, but Jaeyi found herself watching the way Seulgi’s smile reached her eyes, the way she seemed genuinely interested in even the smallest comments. Eventually, Jaeyi excused herself, murmuring that she had to go. She started toward the door, feeling the same bittersweet tug she always did when leaving.
But just as she stepped past the last row of shelves, she heard quick footsteps behind her.
“Wait,” Seulgi called softly.
Jaeyi turned, surprised to find Seulgi walking up to her, wiping her hands on a cloth she’d been carrying. She looked a little hesitant, but her smile was still there.
“I forgot to ask yesterday,” Seulgi said, tilting her head. “What’s your name?”
For a moment, Jaeyi just stared at her, the corners of her lips twitching as if deciding whether to hide the small flutter in her chest. Then, quietly, she gave her answer.
Days turned into weeks, and the bookstore slowly became their place. What had started as passing glances and small conversations grew into hours of quiet companionship. Seulgi would wait, pretending to busy herself with tasks until Jaeyi showed up, and Jaeyi true to the unspoken routine, came almost every day. They never made any promises, but the pattern was steady, comforting, almost addictive.
Sometimes they talked in hushed voices between the shelves, about books neither of them really planned to read. Other times they just sat in the corner café section, sipping on canned coffee while watching the rain fall outside. There was no need for grand gestures; the silence was enough, because it was shared.
But then, one afternoon, something shifted.
Seulgi was in the middle of dusting the lower shelves in the literature section, crouched down with her back to the aisle. Jaeyi walked up quietly, intending to tease her with a sudden “boo,” but the moment her voice broke the silence, Seulgi startled.
“Ah—!”
Her hand slipped, the cloth tumbling to the floor as her balance gave out. She tilted backward, and before Jaeyi could fully react, instinct took over. Seulgi twisted her body, pulling Jaeyi with her as they fell.
The thud echoed between the shelves.
Now they were on the floor, Jaeyi pinned on top of Seulgi, her palms flat against Seulgi’s chest. Seulgi’s arm was wrapped protectively around her back, as though she’d turned them mid-fall just to shield her.
Time froze.
Jaeyi’s leg had landed awkwardly, and firmly between Seulgi’s thighs. For a split second, she felt something, solid, warm, undeniable. A bulge pressing against her.
Her breath caught.
Seulgi’s eyes went wide, her face blooming crimson. She immediately sat them both up, nearly stumbling as she pulled herself upright. She opened her mouth to explain, to say something, anything—but no words came out. Her lips parted, then closed again, trembling slightly.
Jaeyi, still sitting on the floor, stared at her with the same shock. The image replayed in her mind again and again, the sensation of what she had just felt impossible to ignore.
She… she has…?
Her thoughts tangled into knots, her chest tightening. She wanted to ask, but her voice wouldn’t form the words.
Meanwhile, Seulgi avoided her gaze, fingers clenching the hem of her apron. Her usually calm, easy smile was gone, replaced by an expression caught between panic and embarrassment.
The silence between them was heavier than it had ever been.
And yet, even as Jaeyi’s mind raced, she couldn’t erase the warmth of Seulgi’s arm around her when they fell... the way she had instinctively protected her.
Jaeyi walked out of the bookstore without a word, she left Seulgi standing there, frozen among the shelves. She didn’t look back, couldn’t, her heart was pounding too loudly in her chest, her palms damp with sweat. The cool air of the evening did nothing to settle her.
By the time she got home, night had already draped itself over Gangnam. She changed into her pajamas, lay down on her bed, and pulled the covers over herself, hoping sleep would blur away the chaos in her head. But the more she tried to shut her eyes, the clearer the memory became: Seulgi’s warmth, her protective arm around her, and most of all that unmistakable press between her thighs.
Jaeyi rolled onto her side, burying her face into the pillow. Her body betrayed her; a restless heat spread through her stomach, low and insistent, making her shift uncomfortably against the sheets. She clenched her jaw, refusing to let herself spiral, but the thought wouldn’t leave her alone. Was it really…?
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Meanwhile, across town, Seulgi sat alone on the edge of her small apartment bed, hair still damp from her shower, staring at the floor. The fall replayed over and over in her mind, Jaeyi’s wide eyes, the way she froze, the silence that followed before she walked away.
Seulgi’s hands curled into fists. She must be weirded out. Of course she is. She probably won’t even come back anymore.
She dragged her palms over her face, groaning softly. She had spent weeks waiting, hoping, cherishing every small moment Jaeyi gave her and now, one slip, one accident, might have shattered everything.
Her chest ached at the thought.
The afternoon, Jaeyi went to the bookstore again. She stepped inside, the familiar chime of the door ringing above her. She spotted Seulgi right away, standing near the counter with her apron tied neatly, arranging a stack of new arrivals.
For a second, Jaeyi breath caught. Then Seulgi glanced up, and their eyes met.
“H-Hi…” Seulgi’s voice was softer than usual, carrying a shyness Jaeyi hadn’t heard from her before.
Jaeyi gave a small nod, walking closer. The silence between them stretched, heavier than the quiet of the store itself. Both shifted on their feet, unsure, hesitant.
Then, at the same time, they both spoke.
“I—”
“You—”
They stopped, blinking at each other.
“You go first,” Jaeyi said quickly.
“No, you should—” Seulgi insisted, shaking her head.
They almost laughed, but the weight of yesterday lingered too much to let it out fully. Finally, Seulgi took a deep breath, her fingers fiddling with the hem of her apron.
“Ahm… yeah,” she began, her eyes darting away before meeting Jaeyi’s again. “I… I have that thing. I just… I hope you won't get weirded out.” Her voice trembled, but she forced it out, waiting, bracing herself for rejection.
Jaeyi’s chest tightened. She stepped a little closer, her tone calm, steady. “It’s okay. Really. It’s normal. I… I don’t mind at all.”
Relief softened Seulgi’s features, her shoulders easing as a faint smile curved her lips. The silence between them wasn’t sharp anymore, it was warm, familiar. Like slipping back into something they both had missed.
And so they talked. At first carefully, then more freely, like they always used to, words tumbling out as if to make up for the lost time. But beneath Jaeyi’s calm surface, her curiosity stirred. She hesitated, then finally asked, her voice low, cautious.
“Can I… ask you something? I’ve read about intersex people, I know it exists, but… I’ve never really met someone before. I don’t want to sound weird, but… is it the same with boys? A-ah I mean... is it like big or average... No, ah.. oh my god, I'm blabbering. Sorry,”
She added quickly, almost stumbling over her words, “I’m just curious, I don’t mean it badly.”
For a moment, Seulgi blinked at her, then chuckled softly, not offended in the slightest. “You’re honest. I like that.” Her lips quirked into a teasing smile, her voice more casual now. “I don’t really measure it. But… I’d say it’s big enough for average. Especially…” She paused, her cheeks tinting faintly, “you know…every morning. That’s when it’s the hardest to ignore.”
Jaeyi’s ears warmed, but she nodded slowly, absorbing every word. Somehow, the way Seulgi said it, without shame, without hesitation, that made it feel less strange, less intimidating. Just… human.
Their conversation carried on, weaving between honesty and comfort, curiosity and understanding. The bookstore once again felt like theirs, but something unspoken had shifted, something new settling between them, fragile yet undeniable.
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That night, Jaeyi lay in her bed again, staring up at the ceiling as the words Seulgi had said replayed in her mind. Big enough for average… every morning when it’s hard… The casual way Seulgi had admitted it, the faint blush on her face, it stirred something in Jaeyi that she couldn’t shake off.
She turned onto her side, pulling the blanket tighter around herself, but the warmth in her body only grew heavier. The more she tried to push the thoughts away, the more vivid they became. She pictured Seulgi standing there in her bookstore apron, smiling so casually, and then she imagined what Seulgi was hiding beneath.
Her chest rose and fell quickly. Heat crept down her stomach, pooling low, making her thighs clench together. With a shaky breath, Jaeyi slipped a hand beneath the waistband of her shorts. At first she hesitated, but the image of Seulgi’s shy smile, paired with the thought of that secret between her legs, unraveled her restraint.
Her fingers moved slowly at first, then faster as the heat built. Quiet gasps filled the stillness of her room as her mind swirled with Seulgi’s face, her voice, and the mystery of what Jaeyi had only felt by accident. The more she thought about it, the closer she drew to the edge, until finally her back arched, breath stuttering, release rushing through her in waves.
Afterward, she lay there trembling, staring blankly at the ceiling as her chest heaved. Her body slowly calmed, but her thoughts did not.
Instead, they sharpened into a plan.
She wanted to know more, needed to. Curiosity gnawed at her, stronger now than ever.
I’ll invite her over, she thought. Just to hang out…
The following afternoon, Jaeyi returned to the bookstore, as if it had already become her second home. Seulgi was at her usual spot, arranging some books on the display table. When she looked up and saw Jaeyi, her whole expression softened, a smile tugging at her lips that she couldn’t quite hide.
They fell into easy conversation again, voices low among the shelves. At first, it was about school, about random books, about nothing at all but Jaeyi’s heart beat faster, because she knew she had something else in mind. Finally, when the pause between their words stretched long enough, Jaeyi looked at Seulgi directly and asked, her voice steady:
“Do you… want to hang out at my apartment tonight?”
Seulgi blinked, caught off guard. Then, slowly, a smile curved her lips, a little shy but warm. “Yeah… I’d like that.”
So Jaeyi waited as Seulgi finished her shift, sitting at one of the café tables in the store with her phone in hand, though her mind was far away. When Seulgi finally untied her apron and approached, bag slung over her shoulder, they left together, walking side by side through the late evening streets.
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At Jaeyi’s apartment, the air was quieter, more intimate. Jaeyi went straight to the kitchen, rolling up the sleeves of her blouse, tying her hair back. She moved with a natural focus, chopping vegetables, stirring, checking the stove. Seulgi sat at the counter, chin resting on her hand, watching.
And the longer she watched, the more difficult it became to look away. The way Jaeyi’s hair slipped loose from her tie, the way her wrist flicked as she seasoned the pan, even the little crease of concentration between her brows, everything about her felt intoxicating.
Heat crept up Seulgi’s neck, down her chest, lower still. Her breath grew uneven as she shifted in her seat, realizing with both dread and hunger that she was growing hard. The pressure pulsed against her jeans, reminding her with every heartbeat of what she wanted to keep hidden.
Desperate to distract herself, she blurted out questions.
“What’s your favorite subject in class?”
“Your favorite food?”
“Have you always been good at cooking?”
Her voice was a little too quick, a little too eager, but Jaeyi answered each one with patient amusement, glancing over her shoulder every now and then with a small smile.
Finally, the food was done. Jaeyi brought the plates to the table, and the two of them sat across from each other, the warm aroma filling the room. As they ate, the conversation flowed more naturally, less forced. Their laughter filled the space, echoing gently against the apartment walls.
The clinking of chopsticks against porcelain was the only sound for a while, their conversation settling into gentle pauses that weren’t uncomfortable at all. In fact, those quiet gaps seemed to hum with something unspoken, something that made both of them more aware of each other’s presence.
Jaeyi took a sip of water, her gaze drifting across the table. Seulgi’s head was slightly bowed as she focused on her food, but the lamplight caught her profile just right, the slope of her nose, the curve of her lips, the faint flush still lingering on her cheeks.
Seulgi looked up suddenly, catching Jaeyi staring. For a heartbeat, neither moved. Then Seulgi chuckled softly, her voice lower than usual. “Do I have something on my face?”
Jaeyi’s lips curved into a small smile. “No. You just… look different outside the bookstore, that’s all.”
The words hung there, heavier than they should have been, and Seulgi’s ears warmed at the compliment. She picked at her rice, trying to disguise the way her heart had skipped.
When they finished eating, Jaeyi began clearing the dishes, brushing Seulgi’s hand lightly as she reached for one of the plates. The touch was brief, but it made both of them pause.
“I’ll wash these,” Jaeyi offered, moving to the sink.
“I can help,” Seulgi said quickly, standing before she even realized. She joined Jaeyi at the sink, the two of them shoulder to shoulder in the small kitchen space. Their arms brushed now and then as they rinsed and dried, and though neither commented on it, both felt the quiet sparks crawling up their skin.
Afterward, they settled on the couch. The TV played softly in the background, though neither really paid attention. Jaeyi sat with one knee tucked beneath her, glancing sideways at Seulgi every so often.
Seulgi, trying her best to act casual, leaned back against the cushions, but her hands fidgeted slightly in her lap.
“You’re really easy to be around,” Jaeyi said suddenly, her voice low.
Seulgi turned her head, eyes widening a fraction. “Me? You think so?”
Jaeyi nodded. “Yeah. It’s… comfortable. I like it.”
Seulgi’s chest tightened, warmth spreading through her like wildfire. She smiled, but her fingers curled into the couch fabric, trying to ground herself.
The silence after that wasn’t awkward at all. It was thick, charged, a current flowing between them as if the air itself had shifted. Neither moved closer, not yet, but the awareness lingered, heavy and undeniable, like the quiet before a storm.
Both of them felt it. Both of them knew. But for tonight, it was enough to sit there, side by side, letting the tension build.
The question slipped from Jaeyi’s lips in a whisper that carried through the quiet room.
“Seulgi-ah, can I see it?”
Seulgi froze, her breath catching. Her head turned sharply, eyes wide, disbelief painted across her face. “Jaeyi…” she gasped, voice trembling with both shock and something deeper.
Jaeyi shifted closer, her tone calm but earnest, almost pleading. “I’m just… curious. I don’t mean anything bad. I only want to know what it looks like. You don’t have to be shy.”
The silence stretched long enough for Jaeyi to wonder if she had pushed too far, but then, after swallowing hard, Seulgi nodded, her voice barely audible. “O-okay…”
But before Seulgi could open her pants, Jaeyi knelt down in front of her, brushing her hands away gently. “Let me.”
Slowly, carefully, Jaeyi slid the zipper down, peeling away the fabric. Seulgi helped, lifting her hips just slightly to ease them off. The air between them grew thicker with every second, until finally, the secret Jaeyi had only imagined was right before her.
Her breath hitched.
She gulped, unable to tear her eyes away, her heart hammering as fascination and heat tangled inside her. The reality of it was overwhelming, more than she expected, and yet she couldn’t look away.
Lifting her gaze, she met Seulgi’s flushed face. “Can I… touch it?” she whispered.
Seulgi opened her mouth to answer, but before a word could leave, Jaeyi’s fingers reached out, brushing lightly over the swollen head.
“Ah—!” Seulgi groaned, her whole body tensing, thighs clenching around Jaeyi’s hand. Her head tilted back against the couch, breath ragged, as the sound escaped her.
Jaeyi’s eyes widened at the reaction, but her curiosity only deepened. She kept her hand there, trembling slightly, as the heat of Seulgi’s body pulsed beneath her touch.
Seulgi’s reaction was immediate, a sharp intake of breath, her body tensing as a low moan escaped her lips. “Fuck, Jaeyi,” she groaned, her voice rough with pleasure, her hands clenching at her sides.
Jaeyi’s touch was light at first, her fingers tracing the contours with a mix of curiosity and reverence, but as she grew bolder, she focused on the head, rubbing gently, her movements sending shivers through Seulgi’s frame.
Jaeyi’s eyes flicked up, catching the way Seulgi’s jaw tightened, her lips parted as another moan spilled out. The sight of Seulgi unraveling under her touch was intoxicating, fueling Jaeyi’s confidence.
She noticed a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip, and without hesitation, her curiosity took over. She leaned forward, her tongue darting out to taste it, the salty warmth sparking a thrill that made her pulse race. Seulgi’s groan was louder now, raw and unrestrained, her hand instinctively moving to Jaeyi’s head, fingers tangling gently in her hair.
“Jaeyi… fuck” Seulgi’s voice was a desperate plea, her body trembling as Jaeyi’s tongue lingered, teasing with slow, deliberate licks. The sensation was overwhelming, and Seulgi’s grip tightened slightly, not guiding but anchoring, as if she needed something to hold onto to keep from falling apart.
Jaeyi pulled back just enough to meet Seulgi’s gaze, her lips glistening, a mischievous smile playing on her face. The intensity in Seulgi’s eyes are dark, hungry, and full of adoration that sent a shiver down Jaeyi’s spine. Before she could say anything, Seulgi grabbed her and surged forward, capturing her lips in a searing kiss, all heat and urgency. Their tongues tangled, the taste of Seulgi still lingering, and Jaeyi melted into it, her hands gripping Seulgi’s shoulders as the kiss deepened.
Seulgi’s hands slid to Jaeyi’s waist, her touch firm but reverent. In one fluid motion, she lifted Jaeyi, her strength surprising and effortless, Jaeyi’s legs wrapping instinctively around her hips. Jaeyi let out a soft laugh against Seulgi’s lips, the sound swallowed by another kiss as Seulgi held her close, their bodies pressed together.
“Where’s your room?” Seulgi murmured, her voice low and rough, her lips brushing Jaeyi’s ear. Her tone was a mix of command and need, the urgency between them palpable. Jaeyi’s apartment wasn’t large, but in that moment, the short walk to her bedroom felt like a journey, each step charged with anticipation.
Jaeyi tilted her head toward the hallway, her voice breathless but teasing. “Down the hall, first door on the left.” She tightened her legs around Seulgi, her fingers tracing the back of Seulgi’s neck as she pressed a soft kiss to her jaw.
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The hallway to Jaeyi’s bedroom was a blur, the soft glow of the apartment’s lights fading as Seulgi carried Jaeyi, her steps steady despite the fire coursing through her veins. Jaeyi’s legs were wrapped around her hips, Jaeyi's breath warm against Seulgi’s neck, each small kiss she pressed to Seulgi’s jaw stoking the heat between them. The door to Jaeyi’s room was already ajar, and Seulgi nudged it open with her shoulder, stepping into the familiar space bathed in the soft, aquarium-like and skateboards hanging along the walls. The bed was a tangle of plush blankets and pillows, a cozy sanctuary that felt like an extension of Jaeyi herself, warm, inviting, and just a little wild.
Seulgi paused at the edge of the bed, her eyes locked on Jaeyi’s, the weight of their shared desire hanging heavy in the air. With a gentleness that contrasted the urgency of moments before, she carefully lowered Jaeyi onto the bed, her hands lingering on Jaeyi’s waist as she settled her against the soft sheets. Jaeyi’s hoodie rode up slightly, revealing a sliver of smooth skin, and her eyes, dark, teasing, and full of want that never left Seulgi’s face.
Seulgi stepped back, her breath uneven as she reached for the hem of her remaining clothes, a loose tank top that clung to her frame. She pulled it over her head, letting it fall to the floor, her movements deliberate but tinged with a vulnerability that made Jaeyi’s heart skip. Seulgi’s skin glistened faintly in the dim light, the faint scratches from their earlier nights still visible, a map of their passion. She slid off her sweatpants, fully bare now, her arousal evident and unapologetic.
Jaeyi sat up slightly, her own hands moving to the oversized hoodie, tugging it off with a slow, teasing grace. Her shorts followed, leaving her bare. She leaned back on her elbows, her gaze bold and inviting, a silent challenge that made Seulgi’s throat tighten.
Seulgi knelt on the bed, her hands finding Jaeyi’s knees with a gentle but firm touch. She spread Jaeyi’s legs slowly, deliberately, as if opening the pages of a cherished book, each movement reverent yet laced with hunger. Jaeyi’s breath hitched, her body yielding to Seulgi’s touch, her legs parting to reveal herself fully. Seulgi’s eyes darkened, her gaze tracing the lines of Jaeyi’s body, drinking in the sight of her, open, vulnerable, and breathtaking.
Seulgi leaned down, her lips brushing the inside of Jaeyi’s thigh, soft and teasing at first. She kissed her way upward, her breath warm against Jaeyi’s skin, each press of her lips a promise of what was to come. Jaeyi’s fingers curled into the sheets, her body tensing with anticipation as Seulgi’s kisses grew closer, more deliberate. When Seulgi reached the sensitive skin at the apex of Jaeyi’s thighs, she paused, her nose brushing against Jaeyi, inhaling deeply as if already addicted to her scent. The intimacy of the act sent a shiver through Jaeyi, her head tipping back with a soft moan.
“Seulgi…” Jaeyi’s voice was a breathless whisper, her eyes fluttering open to meet Seulgi’s gaze. From her position, propped on her elbows, she looked down at Seulgi, her view framed like a scene between shelves, Seulgi’s dark hair falling forward, her eyes intense and focused, her lips hovering just above Jaeyi’s most sensitive spot. The sight was almost too much, a mix of tenderness and raw desire that made Jaeyi’s heart race.
When Seulgi’s mouth finally made contact, Jaeyi’s moan was immediate, loud and unrestrained. Seulgi’s lips and tongue moved with a mix of reverence and hunger, exploring Jaeyi with a slow, deliberate rhythm that sent sparks through her body.
She licked and kissed, her movements teasing at first, then bolder, savoring every gasp and shudder she drew from Jaeyi. Her hands gripped Jaeyi’s thighs, holding her steady as she worked, her own breath growing ragged with the intensity of the moment.
Jaeyi’s moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that mingled. Her legs trembled, her body arching off the bed as Seulgi’s tongue found a particularly sensitive spot, sending waves of heat coursing through her. “Seulgi… oh, god,” she gasped, her fingers tangling in Seulgi’s hair, not guiding but clinging, as if anchoring herself against the overwhelming sensation.
Seulgi hummed softly, the vibration sending another jolt through Jaeyi, her movements growing more confident, more insistent. She was lost in Jaeyi, the taste of her, the sound of her moans, the way her body responded to every touch. Jaeyi’s breaths came faster, her moans louder, her legs shaking as the pleasure built to a crescendo. Her hands gripped the sheets, then Seulgi’s hair, her body tensing as she teetered on the edge.
"Ah..."
When Jaeyi came undone, it was with a cry that echoed through the room, her body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Seulgi didn’t stop, her tongue slowing but lingering, guiding Jaeyi through the aftershocks until she collapsed back against the bed, breathless and spent. Seulgi pressed a final, soft kiss to Jaeyi’s thigh, her lips curving into a satisfied smile as she crawled up to lie beside her, their bodies pressed close.
Jaeyi’s chest heaved, her eyes half-lidded but glowing with a mix of exhaustion and adoration. She reached out, cupping Seulgi’s face, pulling her into a slow, languid kiss that tasted of their shared intimacy. “You’re… too much,” Jaeyi murmured against Seulgi’s lips, her voice hoarse but warm with affection.
Jaeyi lay sprawled across the bed, her skin flushed and glistening, her chest rising and falling as she recovered from the waves of pleasure Seulgi had just drawn from her. Seulgi hovered above, her dark eyes locked on Jaeyi’s, a mix of hunger and tenderness swirling in their depths. The intensity of their connection pulsed between them, a current that refused to fade.
Seulgi shifted, her hands gentle but firm as she positioned herself between Jaeyi’s legs, her touch reverent yet charged with anticipation. Jaeyi’s breath hitched, her eyes fluttering as she watched Seulgi, the anticipation building like a slow-burning fire. Seulgi’s gaze never wavered, her lips curving into a soft, almost possessive smile as she leaned down, her hands guiding Jaeyi’s thighs apart with a tenderness that belied the heat in her eyes.
With a deliberate slowness, Seulgi tapped herself against Jaeyi’s sensitive clit, the contact light but electric, sending a jolt through Jaeyi’s body. Jaeyi’s moan was soft, her hips arching instinctively as Seulgi teased her, rubbing gently, the sensation a delicious torment that made Jaeyi’s fingers curl into the sheets.
“Seulgi…” Jaeyi’s voice was a breathless plea, her eyes half-lidded but burning with want, her body trembling under the careful, teasing touch.
Seulgi’s breath was ragged, her own desire evident in the tension of her frame, but she took her time, savoring the way Jaeyi responded.
Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she eased herself inside, the motion smooth and careful, like slipping a bookmark between the pages. Both of them moaned, the sound mingling in the quiet room, a shared symphony of pleasure and connection. Jaeyi’s warmth enveloped Seulgi, the sensation overwhelming, and Seulgi’s hands gripped Jaeyi’s hips, anchoring herself as she began to move.
Their rhythm started slow, each thrust measured, allowing them to feel every inch of their connection. Jaeyi’s hands found Seulgi’s shoulders, her nails digging in slightly as she pulled her closer, their lips meeting in a kiss that was all heat and urgency. The kiss deepened, tongues tangling, and Seulgi’s hands roamed, one sliding up to cup Jaeyi’s face, the other tracing the curve of her waist. Jaeyi’s moans were muffled against Seulgi’s lips, her body arching to meet each movement, their connection a dance of need and intimacy.
Seulgi’s lips left Jaeyi’s, trailing down her jaw to her neck, then lower, finding the soft swell of Jaeyi’s chest. She kissed and sucked gently, her tongue teasing sensitive nub, drawing a louder moan from Jaeyi as her hands tangled in Seulgi’s hair. The sensation was intoxicating, and Seulgi’s movements grew bolder, her thrusts harder, more insistent, as the heat between them built to a fever pitch. The bed creaked softly beneath them, the lights casting flickering shadows across their bodies, a visual echo of their passion.
"Fuck Jaeyi... ah.. you feel so warm... so good" Seulgi groaned, still keeping her pace.
Jaeyi’s moans grew louder, her body trembling as she clung to Seulgi, her nails leaving faint trails on her back. “Seulgi… oh, god,” she gasped, her voice breaking as the pleasure overwhelmed her.
Seulgi’s pace quickened, driven by Jaeyi’s sounds, her own breaths coming in sharp, ragged bursts. She kissed Jaeyi again, swallowing her moans, their bodies moving in perfect sync, the intensity pushing them both toward the edge.
Jaeyi came undone first, her cry echoing through the room as her body shuddered, her legs trembling around Seulgi as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her hands gripped Seulgi’s shoulders, her nails digging in as she rode out the aftershocks, her breath hitching with each pulse.
Seulgi’s own release was close, the sight and feel of Jaeyi’s pleasure pushing her to the brink. With a low groan, she pulled out just in time, her release spilling across Jaeyi’s stomach, warm and unmistakable, marking the intensity of their moment.
For a moment, they were still, their breaths heavy in the quiet room, their bodies glistening with sweat. Seulgi’s chest heaved, her eyes softening as she looked down at Jaeyi, who lay panting, her expression a mix of exhaustion and bliss. Without a word, Seulgi reached for the box of tissues on the nightstand, her movements gentle but purposeful. She grabbed a handful, carefully wiping Jaeyi’s stomach with a tenderness that contrasted the wildness of moments before. Her touch was soft, almost reverent, as she cleaned the evidence of their passion, her eyes never leaving Jaeyi’s face.
“You okay?” Seulgi murmured, her voice low and warm, tinged with a hint of concern as she tossed the tissues aside and settled beside Jaeyi, pulling her close. Jaeyi nodded, her smile radiant despite the flush on her cheeks. She nestled against Seulgi’s chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on her skin, the intimacy of the moment wrapping them in a cocoon of warmth.
“More than okay,” Jaeyi whispered, her voice hoarse but full of affection. She tilted her head, pressing a soft kiss to Seulgi’s jaw, her lips lingering.
“You’re… something else.”
The next morning, Jaeyi sat at her desk, notebook open in front of her, though her eyes drifted now and then toward the window. Her body still carried the weight of last night, the heat, exhaustion, and the memory of Seulgi’s voice echoing in her ears.
Yeri plopped down in the seat beside her, squinting. “You look worn out. Are you okay?” she asked, suspicion coloring her tone.
Kyung, sliding into her chair with her usual smirk, leaned forward. “Yeah, seriously. You look like you haven’t slept… and your face is flushed.”
Jaeyi bit her bottom lip, trying to keep her composure. She forced a small laugh and waved her hand dismissively. “I just… stayed up reading something last night. Didn’t realize the time.”
Both Yeri and Kyung exchanged a look, but neither pressed further. Yeri shrugged. “Figures. You always get sucked into books.”
Relieved, Jaeyi focused on her notes, but her thoughts remained far from class.
By afternoon, her steps led her straight to the bookstore. The familiar chime greeted her as she entered, and there was Seulgi, her apron snug, hair tied back neatly. The sight alone made Jaeyi’s lips curve.
Without hesitation, she walked over and leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss against Seulgi’s cheek.
Seulgi startled for a moment, then her expression melted into a smile. She reached out, brushing her fingers lightly against Jaeyi’s hair before kissing her forehead in return.
They didn’t say much at first, only looked at each other with quiet warmth. When they finally began to talk, their words danced between their usual playful exchanges and something more teasing, softer, threaded with a new intimacy that hadn’t been there before.
Jaeyi leaned against the counter, her eyes glinting with mischief. “You’re getting bolder.”
Seulgi chuckled under her breath, leaning closer. “Maybe it’s your fault.”
The afternoon stretched on with laughter, shy smiles, and the unspoken pull that kept them close. And though the bookstore remained the same, filled with the familiar scent of paper and dust, for the two of them, everything had changed.