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Tae is genuinely infuriating sometimes. And listen, Gwiboon likes infuriating girls. She's sort of developed an entire sexual identity around fucking the brains out of irritating women, and yet…
She stares down at Tae, who's grinning up at her with a slowly pinkening cheek.
"…Ow," she says, her expression never faltering. Like Gwiboon's slap wasn't enough to faze her at all. She looks eager for the next, has that twinkle in her eye that means she's planning to be more of a terror than normal.
"Are we really doing this?" Gwiboon sighs, frowning. "Can't you just ask me to hit you like a fucking normal person?"
"Minjung-unnie doesn't have to ask," Tae argues.
"That's because Minjung is my fiancee. You are just the weird little thing I'm wasting my time with tonight." She pats Tae's cheek, just hard enough to reignite the sting, and readjusts herself on her bar stool to better survey the rest of the party. Maybe she can snag some time with the new cross that someone's brought in since the last time she was here. If Tae doesn't drive her up a wall first. She looks down again and Tae is pouting, shifting on her knees.
"Come on, hyung," Tae whines, like it's a joke, like she's making fun of what Minjung calls her — and it's not like she ever even asked Tae to call her by a title! It's obnoxious. Gwiboon takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, refusing to take the bait. She counts to ten. She thinks.
Oh. Hm.
She stares down at Tae, who's grinning like Gwiboon's irritation is the funniest thing on the planet to her.
"Hyung, huh?" Gwiboon echoes. "What, do you want to be my baby boy that badly?"
Tae sucks in a breath, grin dropping and eyes going wide. Score one for Gwiboon. She smiles sweetly at Tae, cards her hand through Tae's hair before tapping her cheek again. "Well? Is that what you want?"
"Fuck," Tae says, "um, I—"
Gwiboon smells blood in the water and she's feeling like a fucking shark about it. And now that she's thought about it, it's a pretty easy called shot: Gwiboon's wearing what Minjung affectionately (and hornily) calls her "leather daddy attire", and Tae came in here looking like she'd bought her entire outfit from the teen boy section at the thrift store.
She resists the urge to coo down at Tae and the way her ears have gone red. Instead, she kicks lightly and dispassionately at Tae's shoulder with her thick-soled boot.
"Answer me," she demands, kicking again further down Tae's chest, right over the faint swell of her breast through her oversized tank top. Tae grunts, rubbing at the spot, staring at Gwiboon's knees.
"Yeah," she says, eventually. "Okay, yeah."
"Yeah, what?" Gwiboon's kinda getting into it now. This is the best idea she's had all week. She watches Tae chew hesitantly on the inside of her cheek and smiles — this girl has the weirdest hangups, sometimes.
"Yeah, hyung." Tae's ears are burning, now. It's so cute. Gwiboon's a genius.
She fits the toe of her boot underneath Tae's chin, tilting it up until she's forced to look at her. She knows that Tae sometimes balks at eye contact, and so it's a weapon she uses sparingly. Gwiboon tilts her head, a faint smile breaking across her face before she can control it.
"Such a good boy for hyung," she says, tone lilting like she might be talking to a pet, and Tae's breath comes shaky out of her open mouth with a faint-but-audible whine. Gwiboon can't help but laugh, dropping her boot and reaching down to ruffle Tae's hair.